Fuck. I want to make her moan like that.
Dellie reclines against him and writhes under his touch, the scent of freesias and basil saturating the room. Seb scoots up the bed towards Zeke, and leans against him, idly stroking his knee. Zeke leans into his touch, but eyes are locked onto the omega with a focus I've previously only ever seen from him when he was on the water. He looks like a starving man staring at a feast. Little bursts of petrichor and pops of lavender mix in with the heady fragrance.
My mouth is watering.
James chuckles quietly. I can barely hear him murmur something aboutshowing her betasomething.
Herbeta.
I like the sound of that way more than I should.
It's ridiculous and foolish and embarrassing. But… the idea of being wanted… by someone like her… God. No. Not someonelikeher. Byher. The thought of her being wanted by her like that, beingclaimedby her—it's cracking open something inside of me I'd sealed off long ago.
Her eyes open, revealing pupils blown into dark liquid pools. "Yes. Good." Her voice sounds sure. Her gaze is clamped on mine.
James grins, and removes the hand from within her top, allowing one side of it to flop forward at the waist. Her lush, tender breast and rosy pink nipple peek out.
Reverently, James tugs up the folds of her skirt, revealing his other hand working her clit with quick, deft strokes. A glistening line of deep pink gleams from behind a light cloud of brown hair. The sheet beneath her has been darkened by her arousal.
I breathe out, slowly. I've never been in this situation outside of a heat.
If this were any other omega, I would ask her if all this slick was for her alphas, and gently help her pack away her modern inhibitions while she's knotted into sweet oblivion. But… that just feels wrong with Dellie. I don't want all this toonlybe for one of her alphas.
I shuffle closer to them, my gaze locked on hers, until my hand grazes against James' calf. I stroke it briefly, then let it rest on her knee. "Dellie?" I lick my lips.
Fuck. I don't think I've ever been lost for words quite like this.
"Yes?" Her voice is thick, languid.
My mouth opens and closes uselessly a couple of times. I swallow. "Would you like me to help James make you feel good?"
Her hand reaches out to my cheek. I find myself nuzzling into it, my eyes closing as I melt against her.
"Yes, please."
A grin spreads across my face as I open my eyes and shuffle between James' legs. He inches them back, splaying her thighs even wider, pulling her slightly higher up his torso, exposing the bulge barely contained by his straining boxers.
James is nuzzling against her neck, whispering quiet praise into it. His eyes flash upwards as I move closer and James briefly lifts his face to mine. "Don't leave her wanting, Beta."
She whines in agreement.
Well then.
I let the hand on her knee drift up her thigh, until it's stroking the impossibly soft tuft of hair, careful not to interrupt the rhythm of James' hand. He's quiet in our bond, locked in concentration.
My fingers are drawn towards that glistening line. I run the pads of my finger along it, testing to see how she responds to the gentle pressure. Her lips part and eyes close as her hips twitch towards me. A soft, contented sigh drifts around us at my touch. From out of the corner of my eye, on the other side of the bed, I see Seb sink back into the mattress, his hands tangled in Zeke's hair.
The scent you get after rain, and the musky bloom of lavender, curls into the fragrance of freesias and basil.
Thank fuck I had a manicure two days ago, and remembered to ask them to make sure there were no sharp edges.
She's leaning back into James' embrace, seated on his lap with a slight recline like a queen on her throne. "More," she pants. "Please."
I let my fingers splay her apart, the deep bloom of dark, flushed pink a shock of contrast against her creamy thighs, and stripe along the shimmering line with my tongue.
Her sweetness is fresh, floral and clean. Her taste grabs me by the tongue. I want to lose myself in it.
I let my middle finger press slowly between her flushed folds and sink into her warmth. The angle is a little awkward, but from the groan of pleasure she lets slip out, I don't think she particularly minds. I lap at the underside of her clit while James continues his ministrations on the top. I don't even care if he keeps whacking my nose. I could stay like this for days.
