“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I tell him, swinging off Wings’ lap and holding my hand out to pull him to his feet. He moves with his usual grace, his arms sliding back around me. “I have some serious making up to do first.”
Pitt cocks a brow at our tangled pose. “Is that my cue to leave?”
I lean back against Wings, considering. Seeing Pitt in my kitchen feels weirdly comforting, and it’s not just because I’ve grown used to having him around. Maybe it’s because I’m nervous about the club, or I’m still feeling conflicted about Arkand Bluff, but I suddenly want to keep him close. “If you want to stay, you can. You hear everything through the wall, anyway.”
He jerks his head back towards the front door. “I can give you some room…”
“I meant the opposite of that. If you want to come in with us, it’s okay with me.”
There’s a long silence as he studies my face, then flicks a glance at Wings. “Are you asking me to watch you with your omega, butterfly?”
I twist in Wings’ arms to look up into his face, and I’m relieved to see a curious light in his eyes. “What do you think?”
He skims a thumb over my bottom lip, pressing until my mouth opens a fraction. “What do you want him to do, sweetheart? Just watch or offer a helping hand?”
I hadn’t thought that far, but I’m glad Wings has the sense to spell it out. Making Pitt sit in the corner doesn’t feel right, but I’m not sure how ready I am to share my bed with a dominant alpha, either. I have things I still need to figure out, but Iknowthat I want soft touches right now, not alpha knots and pheromone submission. “I’d like him to hold me while you fuck me, if that’s okay.”
Wings' eyes glitter as he looks at Pitt. “Any objections, Alpha?”
“Not a single one,” he says, threading his fingers through mine and drawing us towards the bedroom. When we step through the door, I stop short, taking in the scene of my recent meltdown. Maybe it isn’t quite bond sickness, but it’s left a sticky, sour scent in the air and my sheets look like they’ve been dragged through a wringer.
“How about we start in the shower?” Wings suggests, squeezing my fingers. “We can get nice and clean before dirtying up another set of sheets.”
I nod, happy to turn my back on my rumpled bed. Maybe there’s more to Bluff’s rejection than I first thought, but right now I can’t tell if I’m meant to be his salvation, or he’s a grenade set to blow up my life.
“Let me do it,” Pitt says when I start to unbutton my jeans. “I can get you ready while Wings puts the shower into scalding mode.”
“I don’t like itthathot,” I argue, my toes curling as he eases down my zipper and his knuckles brush my belly.
“The last time I saw you in a damp towel, I thought you had sunburn,” Pitt murmurs as he drops to a knee in front of me, dragging my jeans the rest of the way down my thighs. “Not sure how this pretty skin can take that much heat, to be honest.”
I step out of my jeans and shiver as his gaze travels slowly up my legs to rest on the V of my panties. There’s already a damp spot there, and I know they can both smell my slick. But instead of touching me where I’m aching, he hooks his fingers carefully around the elastic waistband and eases them off. I reach out to grip his shoulder right as Wings sweeps my hair aside and starts nibbling on my neck. Warm air tickles my skin, and as I kick my panties aside, I can see the pupils blow in Pitt’s eyes. “Next time I’m on my knees, sweetheart, I’d really like to see if you taste as good as you smell.”
My mouth falls open, as much at the hungry gleam in his eyes as the scent of his pheromones licking over me. Wings chuckles against my racing pulse, his hands slowly working my tee up over my flushed skin. He pulls it free, gently sinking his teeth into my shoulder as I shiver in his arms. Pitt is back on his feet, and there’s something so primal about standing between two fully dressed men when I’m wearing nothing but my bra.
My reaction isn’t missed by Wings, who slides his hands around and cups my aching breasts. “You want to watch him strip, or do you want to give him a helping hand?”
“I want you both to get naked. Now.”
They both smirk at the impatience in my voice, but they don’t waste any time stripping off their clothes. I swallow as Pitt gets all the way down to his tight black boxer briefs and then stops. “Probably a good idea if I keep these on.”
I want to pout, but Wings has unsnapped my bra and is drawing me back into the shower. I turn in his arms with a blissful sigh. It’s only as Pitt makes a strangled sound that I realize what I’ve done.
“Puñeta!What the hell happened to your back, Abbie?”
I freeze in Wings’ arms, then turn quickly to shield my scar from Pitt’s horrified eyes. “Don’t ask me about it. Not now.” His gaze flicks to Wings, but I reach out and grab his chin. “I don’t want to be back in that place, okay?”
A storm of conflicting emotions crosses his face. I can smell his anger, as bitter as acid, and then pity, which isn’t much better. I expect him to take a step back, but he just lifts his hand and pushes a wet strand of my hair off my cheek.
“Fair enough.” His voice is still gruff, but as he steps under the spray, he eases me away from Wings and turns me until my back is flush against his chest. He looks down my body with unabashed heat, his hands resting lightly on my hips while his gaze scorches every inch of me. “But we can put the rest of you on display though, hmmm? Fuck, you’re a lucky man, brother.”
“I’m the lucky one.” I smile as Wings steps towards me, water cascading over his tight muscles. I can’t resist tracing its path over his abs and down to his hard cock, my hand sliding over his silky shaft. I pull him closer, smiling at the heat in his gaze. “Kiss me, Wings.”
He presses against me with a groan, his fingers toying with my nipples as I let Pitt take our combined weight. I can feel him shuffling his feet behind me, easing us back until he’s braced against the wall. Wings takes advantage of the additionalsupport, lifting me up until my legs are wrapped around his hips. Pitt grunts, and I smirk as I feel his erection stirring against my lower back. “Like the view?” I ask over my shoulder as Wings kisses his way across my chest. My head is pressed against Pitt’s shoulder and I’m pretty sure one of Wings’ thighs is shoved between the alpha’s legs.
Some alphas wouldn't be able to resist edging their way in, or at the very least, directing the scene, but Pitt seems content in his supporting role. Not that his low, appreciative groans don’t send ripples of pleasure through me. “So beautiful. You ready to get fucked now, Omega?”
I nod lazily, my head too heavy for anything more. Wings releases my nipple with a teasing pop, then greedily licks my mouth open. Our tongues tangle together as I feel him nudge at my entrance. Slick is already coating my thighs, and I can smell Wings’ dark chocolate arousal in the steam swirling around us. “You’re gushing, butterfly,” he says as he presses his cock to my clit. With my legs gripping his hips, I’m wide open, and he groans as he presses inside. “So good. Fuck, you’re made for me, aren’t you?”
