“You like that idea, don’t you?” he asks, watching my face. “You’d like for us to drink your breast milk.”
“I’ve never thought of it. But I like it,” I admit, breathing hard at the idea, and Alaric chuckles as he stands over us.
“Let’s get you to the bath so you can relax,” Rex says, then slides his hands beneath my thighs and stands in one smooth motion. I wrap my legs around his waist automatically, my arms around his neck for balance.
Alaric moves ahead of us, opening doors and clearing the path. We make our way through the mansion, up another flight of stairs, then down a long hallwayto a set of double doors at the end. Alaric pushes them open, revealing the bathroom.
The floor is polished marble in shades of blue and green that mimic the ocean. A walk-in shower big enough for ten people takes up one wall, all glass and chrome, with multiple showerheads. But it’s the bathtub that makes my jaw drop.
The tub is sunken into the floor, a perfect oval at least eight feet long and five feet wide. It’s made of white stone veined with gold, with steps leading down into the water. Steam rises from the surface, carrying the scent of lavender and strawberries.
And standing beside it, completely naked, is Lorenzo.
His golden skin glows in the soft light, water droplets clinging to the defined muscles of his chest and arms. His curly brown hair is damp, as if he’s already been in the water, and his cock stands proudly between his legs, thick and already leaking at the tip.
“The bath is ready,” he says, his eyes meeting mine with a warmth that makes my stomach flip. “The water’s the perfect temperature.”
Rex carries me to the edge of the tub, then carefully lowers us both until we’re sitting on the top step, the water lapping at our thighs. The heat is heavenly after being outside, making me sigh with pleasure.
“Where are Ryker and Marcus?” I ask.
“Guarding the house,” Alaric replies, already stripping off his clothes. His movements are efficient, practiced, as if he’s undressed a thousand times in this bathroom. “Making sure no one followed us. They’ll join us when the perimeter is secure.”
The thought of Keith and his men makes my stomach clench with fear.What if they find us? What if they take me again?
“They won’t get to you,” Rex says, sensing my distress.His arms tighten around my waist, his lips pressing against the mark on my neck. “I promise. No one will ever take you from us again.”
What if Keith hurts my mother in retaliation?
“Don’t worry, Anya,” Lorenzo says gently, stepping into the tub. The water rises around his thighs, droplets clinging to the dark hair that trails from his navel to his groin. “I can see you worrying. Whatever it is, we’ll handle it together. That’s what packs do.”
His words soothe something in me, some deep, primal part that’s been alone for too long. I’m not alone anymore. I have five alphas who would die to protect me. Five mates who’ve claimed me as theirs.
Rex shifts, maneuvering us deeper into the tub until the water reaches my chest.
The heat seeps into my muscles, easing aches I didn’t even know I had. Alaric settles behind me, his chest against my back, his arms coming around to support my weight. I’m sandwiched between them, Rex in front with his cock still inside me, Alaric behind with his growing erection pressing against the small of my back.
“This is the life,” Rex says with a grin, his hands finding my breasts beneath the water. “Our beautiful omega between us, marked and claimed.”
I lean back against Alaric’s chest, letting my head rest on his shoulder. His skin is hot and smooth against my back, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. Lorenzo moves closer, a soapy loofah in his hand.
“Let me help,” he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re covered in dirt, poor thing.”
He reaches for me, the loofah making contact with my shoulder, then sliding down to my breast. The rough texture against my sensitive nipple makes me gasp, my back arching.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Lorenzo croons.
Nodding, I hold my breath as he continues his path, the loofah circling my breast before moving to the other one. His touch is deliberately sensual, his eyes never leaving my face as he watches my reactions.
“Oh god,” I say, my pussy clenching when the loofah scrubs past my sensitive nipple.
“Oh yes, you like that, yes?” he says, rubbing my nipple again with the loofah. Electric sparks rush down my body as I moan.
“So pretty,” says Alaric, squeezing my hips from behind.
Being surrounded by these three gorgeous men, being touched and praised and desired, is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. And beyond anything I’ve ever dreamed.
“I still can’t believe this is happening,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “That you all want me.”
