She had closed her eyes and buried her face in Cade’s lap, so he hooked his pointer finger into her cheek, pulling and making her turn to look at me while I played with her pussy.
“Apologize to Ryker like a good girl and he might just let you cum, Rowan.”
At first, her words were incoherent as she struggled to process the intense pleasure of my finger slipping in and out of her while my thumb brushed over her clit. Cade flipped her onto her back, unhooked his finger from her mouth, and I slowed my assault on her tight cunt, just long enough for her to cry out, “I’m so sorry, Ryker. Please, please let me cum.”
Satisfied with her apology, I began complimenting her.
“You look so pretty when you beg, Rowan. You should see how wet and pink our pussy is. Cade and I are going to love fucking it. You can cum, but only if you can take another finger inside. I'm going to stretch you, and get you ready for our cocks.”
My words sent a rush of slick from her core, making it easier to push another finger into her tight heat. I also lowered my mouth to her clit, sucking and flicking it with my tongue as Cade watched her cunt contract with rapt interest.
Her slick was like a drug. The smell and taste sent me into a frenzy, ravenous for her. I ate her pussy like a starving man. I knew she was getting close to climax when she started chanting, “Oh my God” and with one more twist of my wrist and flick of my tongue she came hard on my fingers before collapsing into Cade’s chest, completely spent.
Rowan wrapped herself around Cade’s massive frame, burying her face in the crook of his neck, scenting him to bring her comfort. She made little whimpering noises as aftershocks of her orgasm wracked her body, before looking up at him and saying, “Cade.. I um, still… I still really,really, need to pee. Please.”
Cade chuckled, carrying her into the bathroom and seating her on the toilet. I followed them inside, closing the door behind me.
“Um, excuse me?! Could I have some privacy, please?” she huffed indignantly.
“I just had my fingers deep inside your hungry pussy, Rowan. Do you think it matters if you pee in front of me?” I said as her face turned my favorite shade of shame-induced red.
Following my response, Cade said that she needed to earn privacy and was far from trustworthy yet. She fretted, wringing her hands, before she submitted to her needs and I heard a steady trickle.
When she was done, Cade pulled her shirt over her head. It was adorable how she grew self-conscious and embarrassed, trying to cover her vulnerable places. Cade grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands to her side, presenting her body to me like an offering.
“Stay still for Ryker. Show him how beautiful our omega’s body is,” he ordered.
“Fucking perfect,” I said and whistled low and slow in appreciation.
I suddenly understood Cade’s voyeurism kink, watching Rowan stand there, naked body flush against his, cheeks burning with shame. It was impossible to look away.
Cade leaned in close, whispering in her ear, his voice low and commanding as he told her to stay still. He released her wrists, only to slide his hands up her torso and grab a firm, possessive hold of her heavy tit.
She was fucking temptation made flesh.
Cade then turned the shower on and picked Rowan up, wrapping her around himself again. He had stripped out of his clothes, so I followed suit and trailed them into the steaming hotshower. She clung to him with her arms around his neck, drifting in and out of consciousness.
I lathered shampoo and conditioner into her hair, rubbing it deep into her scalp and massaging her head. She groaned with pleasure. It was a shame to rinse the smell of us off her skin, but at least the soaps we purchased were organic and unscented. Rowan’s natural scent smelled so fucking good, we didn’t want to cover it with any of the manufactured chemical shit. I whispered dirty things into her ear as I touched her, sending goosebumps across her soapy flesh.
Cade then passed her to me and picked up a bar of soap. I held her, back pressed against me, legs dangling so Cade could clean up the sticky mess between her legs. He was such a fucking neat freak. I guess tidiness and control went hand-in-hand. He took his time soaping and exploring her delicate folds, like he was committing them to memory.
Once he deemed her clean, he took her from me and stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around them both and exited the bathroom, leaving me furiously jerking off to the memory of Rowan’s soaked cunt.
Chapter 15: Cade
Achilling scream pierced the silence, yanking me out of sleep like a slap to the face.
My hand moved on instinct, finding the grip of the gun holstered beside my bed. Adrenaline surged through me as I sprang up, heart already pounding. It was Rowan. Her voice carried through the dorm, high-pitched and terrified, shouting incoherently.
I didn’t hesitate. Gun in hand, I sprinted toward her room. What the hell was happening? Why was she screaming like that? Behind me, footsteps thudded on the floor. Ryker, bleary-eyed but alert, emerged from his room, pulled from sleep just like I was.
“What’s going on? Is Rowan okay?” he asked, his voice sharp with concern.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My focus was locked on Rowan’s cries, growing more desperate by the second. I had to get to her. I had to make sure she was safe.
Fear gripped me hard, coiling in my gut like a fist. I hadn’t felt this kind of fear in a while. Not since the night Killian almost died.
I reached her door and shoved it open, the hinges groaning in protest. I swept the room with trained precision, gun up, senses heightened, ready to respond to any threat.
