Intoxicating,I muse, absorbing the power and keeping it as my own.
“You’re fucking perfection, Ailsa,” he says, one palm sliding up her spine to her nape as he guides her mouth to his.
She goes to him without hesitation, her body seeming to fit perfectly with his.
My abdomen tightens as I watch them, my insides aflame with need.
A need that’s been growing for two fucking years.
Ever since the first moment I saw Ailsa Marvel. All that white-blonde hair reminded me of an angel, then I caught sight of her stunning features and decided she was more of a succubus than a heavenly being.
A sensual creature in an angelic disguise.
Not so angelic now,I muse as her head tips to the side to grant Krolic access to her neck. His green eyes meet mine as he nibbles her pulse. There’s a sense of triumph in his gaze, yet it’s underscored by reverence. Because he knows what a gift this is, how precious our Omega’s attentions truly are.
She’s exhausted.
Overwhelmed.
Yet giving him—us—this moment. Perhaps as a way to escape her reality. Or maybe because it just feels right.
Regardless, we won’t take advantage of her. We’ll just make her feel good, show her what life will be like with her Alphas taking care of her.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Ailsa breathes.
“You’re existing,” Krolic replies. “You’relearning.”
He captures her mouth before she can speak again and rotates them on the seat to give me a better view of their kiss.
Fuck, it’s hot watching him devour her like that.
Krolic and I have never been intimate together, both of us preferring to share women between us rather than fuck each other. Craze is the same way. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy watching my two bond-mates play.
Especially with Ailsa.
It just increases the burn in my veins, making me want her that much more.
Krolic parts her lips with his tongue, drawing a shocked little gasp from our intended. She’s very clearly never been kissed or even touched, her innocence an attribute we fully intend to tarnish.
Because none of us are innocent.
We’re monsters.
Creatures with wicked imaginations and savage needs.
And it’s been over two years since any of us have indulged in our baser instincts.
This beautiful woman is ours to devour. Ours to mark. Ours tofuck.
But Krolic goes easy on her, his mouth gentle as he teaches her how to kiss. Shows her what to do with her lips, her tongue, herteeth.
My hands grip the marble siding of the tub, the urge to stroke myself growing with every passing second.
I’m so fucking hard I can barely think.
However, for Ailsa, I maintain control. For her, I force myself to exude a calmness I don’t quite feel. One look at my hands will betray my true intentions, but she’s so focused on Krolic that she doesn’t seem to notice I’m here.
As though she hears my inner musings, she opens her eyes and glances my way, proving everything I just thought wrong.
