Ralph slowly nudges me into a recline against James' rumbling chest with a pressing kiss, his tongue making my core ache as it probes my lips. I can feel James' thick length pressing between my buttocks. And… something else.
What the heck is this man packing down there?
But the purr and the heady scents sweep away everything but the sensations. Something inside me is salivating. I turn my head, even though I don't want to pull away from Ralph's kiss, and look up at James. He is staring at me through blown pupils. My hand reaches behind me, and scrambles against his stomach until it catches the hard metallic belt that was digging into mylower back. I tug at the buckle. His purr stutters. His hands freeze. I feel his Adam's apple bob as he swallows.
"Less," I breathe.
His hands slip between us, shakily undoing his pants. "Should… should I take these off?" he asks, his voice tight.
The little core of hungry lust inside me loves this idea. "Yes," I whisper.
Seb lowers the foot he was holding to the bed, on the outside of James' other thigh, leaving my knees bent and legs splayed wide. I let out a squeak as James' strong fingers grip my hips, lifting me as he inches down the bed beneath me, letting him lean back a little further, then sits me back down on his stomach.
James' fingers relax their grip on my hips and start to firmly caress the sides of my arse. Basil blooms around me. I close my eyes, and lean back against his collarbone, breathing his calming scent. His fingers trail soothingly up and down the skin that my open zipper reveals. One of the shoulders of my dress falls away, exposing my collarbone.
I take a sharp breath that sticks in my chest. OhGod. Ralph took my underwear off in the car. He didn't give them back. I've been leaking slick all over James' shirt.
Before my cheeks can even finish their flush, a gentle but annoyed muttering and faint clinking tugs at my attention. I open my eyes and turn to face the foot of the bed. Zeke burrows his face into the crook of my neck.
Seb has crawled up the bed, and kneels, level with James' hips. He's fiddling with James' buckle. His eyes catch mine. He winks. "He has his hands full."
Allen snorts a laugh from over by the wall. He hasn't moved from the edge of the room since we came in.
I frown. My omega doesn't like seeing one of her alphas all by himself.
Stop it.He isanalpha. Notouralpha.
But still.
I glance at Allen, as James curses quietly while Seb pulls off James' pants. "Alpha?" I ask, catching his gaze, my voice soft.
Allen peels himself away from the wall and slowly paces his way over to the bed. The air shifts as his lemony, herbal scent rolls towards me. He stands by Ralph, stroking his shoulder with one hand, cupping my face with the other. He lifts his hand, my body following his gesture unconsciously until I'm kneeling over James.
My skin flames under his palm. I rub my cheek against it, scent marking him.
"What a thoughtful omega," he murmurs, his eyes warm and kind. "You don't like letting people feel left out, do you?"
I shake my head. "No."
Ralph leans comfortably against Allen. "You know, Allen, it strikes me that Dellie might want to be able to get comfortable on top of any of us. All of us. Do you think she might want us to remove anything that could scratch her or hurt her? Just in case she wants a cuddle?"
Allen chuckles. "You have always been the smartest person in any room you're in, Beta. Well, Omega? Should we make sure none of us are wearing something that might be uncomfortable for you?"
My mouth twitches into an involuntary grin. "Yes, please."
Seb has stripped James down to a light blue soft cotton t-shirt and navy boxers, and slid back off the bed to strip himself down. James' arms carefully wrap around my torso as he pulls me back against him onto his lap, his erection dominating the sliver of space between us.
Another hungry noise escapes my lips.
Ralph chuckles as he folds his pants. "Are you a little bit needy, omega?"
Needy. It's how they described me back then—A flush of shame flashes across my chest. I swear, my whole body must be turning red. My head droops slightly and I feel myself curling inwards; but then, James' hand brushes against my cheek.
"None of that, lovely. The only thing that matters with us is what you want and what you don't want. The things other people think you should or shouldn't want are not relevant." His arm drops back to my waist, encircling me in warmth.
Ralph, who has stripped down to a pair of Armani boxer briefs, drops his pile of nearly folded clothes, and kneels on the bed next to us. His lips brush against my forehead. "Knowing what you want is a beautiful thing, sweetheart. I'm sorry if I made you feel anything other than that."
Something inside me relaxes just a little.
