Fuck. There’s so much tension there, and I moan as he works out the kinks.
“Like I’m inside you,” he growls, nipping at my shoulder.
“Smooth,” Storm chuckles. “Open up, baby. Drink some more for me.”
Ransom and Storm work together to take care of me, and soon Storm helps me out of the tub. My hair and body are clean, my stomach is full, and I’m having a small break from the pain as Storm dries me off.
“Do you want to wear anything particular?” Ransom asks.
He looks edible as he wraps a towel around his waist, and his silver nipple barbells catch the light as it hits them. Biting my lip, I wonder if I can ask to wear him instead.
“You can’t eat him yet,” Storm says with a grin, pulling out the hair dryer. “I need to give your hair some attention before we go up to your nest. Be a good girl and sit still, baby. Ransom, Lore’s shirts are on the right hand side of the pack closet. Find the one that smells most like him and bring it, please.”
A wave of sadness hits me so hard, Storm has to catch me around the waist as my knees buckle.
“I know,” he whispers, kissing my cheek. “You’re going to want him close when you have your heat, baby.”
Gasping in a sob, I know he’s right. God, how do people do this?
Ransom comes back with a long sleeved shirt and helps me into it. He also surprises me by sliding a stool underneath my ass so I can sit.
“I’m going to go see if Wilder needs any help, Sugar. Be good for Storm,” he murmurs.
So that’s what I do. I sit and let Storm blow dry my hair until it hangs down my back in tangleless waves. Just as he finishes, I’m wracked with pain and slick as it’s forced out of my pussy, making me scream.
“And we’re out of time,” he breathes, picking me up into his arms. “It’s alright, baby. Deep breaths. Your alphas are waiting for you.”
“Are they in my nest?” I cry, desperately wanting them to be. I don’t want to stand on fanfare. They better be bareassed naked with cocks and knots ready to be used.
“They are, and their knots are all yours,” he soothes, walking quickly through the hallway.
Oops. I guess my thoughts are leaking out of my mouth.
“That’s okay. You’re adorable,” he murmurs without pausing.
“Ouch,” I whimper. “It hurts, Storm.”
“I’ll fix it,” he says, adjusting me so my legs are wrapped around his waist.
He’s no longer wearing his cut, and he yanks his shirt over his head with one hand. My mouth waters as his muscles bunch and release as he does this, and he yanks his pants off next.
“Clothes for the nest,” he murmurs, draping them over my neck.
I’m about to complain that I’m not a coat check when he lifts my ass up and impales me on his cock.
“Yes,” I moan, loving the way he splits me open.
“No complaints I see,” he chuckles, beginning to climb the steps to the loft. There’s a third set of stairs to get to the roof, but I’m not concerned about that now.
“Mmm. I got your cock,” I reply, clenching around his thickness as he pulls me down his shaft. Slick slides out of me, coating him so it’s easier for him to bounce me slowly on his dick.
There’s nothing I want more than to ride him like a pogo stick.
“Such a greedy little omega,” he croons. “There’s nothing I want more than to give you everything you need. Breathe in your alphas and feel my cock, Marie.”
The plural form he’s using is not lost to me. Storm doesn’t mean alphas as in the ones waiting for me in my nest. No, he means him and Lore. Leather and raspberries fill my senses as Storm fucks and walks, and I close my eyes for a moment to pretend it’s my lost alpha.
Storm kisses me to keep me in my fantasy, his pierced tongue fucking my mouth as his cock does. It is almost enough to make me believe it’s two different people, and when he rocks me over his knot, I come with a scream.
