The sweeter-scented mate whined, his eyes rolling back, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the bathtub. “What should we do?”
TOUCH ME!
“Touch her,” her lead alpha barked, his tone commanding. “I’ll guide you.”
“You’re not going to—”
“No. She doesn’t need both of us stumbling over each other. She just needs relief. I’ll guide you.” He cleared his throat, unbuttoned his shirt collar, and sat on the edge of the toilet. She tried not to whine in protest that her lead alpha wouldn’t indulge, but she had more important matters to concern herselfwith. “Get in the tub and set her in your lap. Let her find her own comfort with what she wants next.”
Her sweet mate wasted no time after that command. He dipped himself into the cool water, clothes and all, and carefully picked her up into his lap. She could feel his bulge right away, hitting so close to her core she almost cried out in pain and relief. The whimper she made startled him, and his hands froze.
She felt her confidence remain unwavering as she took what she needed, scent-marking her sweet mate as if dipping herself into a bowl of Funfetti cake batter. She wanted more, so more she took, licking at his skin and pressing down her core into his hips, which made them buckle up in return. They both moaned in response.
“What do I do?” her sweet-scented alpha gasped, his fingers burying into the soft skin at her curved hips.
“Let her guide herself, first. Let her take what she needs, and then,” her lead alpha choked. “Play with her. She needs relief from this heat spike.”
Thank God someone knows what they’re talking about.
Her sweet-scented alpha nodded his head shyly. Oh, he looked so perfect, so kind, and so sweet. She was safe. She was so safe in his hands, and it made the bathroom fill with her happy scent.
She continued to glide back and forth across his lap; each time, the sensation brought her closer and closer to what she wanted to be feeling, but it wasn’t enough.
She nuzzled her head into his neck and planted soft kisses on his warm skin.
“Baby,” he gasped, pressing her hips firmly down onto his bulge. “I’ve got you. I’ll make you feel good.”
She believed him. Her omega purred happily and melted into his hands, and just like that, Sonnet was completely gone. Her omega was in complete control, a terrifying feeling of power,and she held onto her sweet-scented mate tightly, trusting him to make her feel better.
And he did.
He began by kissing down her jawline, her neck, her collarbone, before his lips brushed slightly over the fabric of her bikini top. Her nipples perked up, and her hands fisted into his wet t-shirt.
He gave a teasing amount of attention to both of her nipples while continuing to grind against her core. Everything was building up, and yet it still wasn’t enough. Her omega nipped at his ear.
Give me more.
“Touch her clit,” her lead alpha said, his voice hoarse, rough. “She needs relief. Start slow with light, circular motions.”
“I…okay.Okay.”
Her sweet-scented alphas face was bright red, but no matter how embarrassed he appeared, he didn’t stop. He widened his legs for better access as he reached his hand under the water towards her core. She rested her head on his large shoulder and inhaled sharply as he pushed her bikini bottom to the side.
Just as her lead alpha had instructed, he began with slow and light motions, first exploring the depth between her folds before focusing on the area of her clit. His thumb was gentle as it rubbed in circular motions, making her jolt.
No one had touched her there before. It felt so much better than her own hands.
The cold water added to the sensation, and she couldn’t control her hips as they slowly moved closer to his hands. She couldn’t control her moans as her sweet-scented alpha began to increase the speed and pressure on her clit until she was nearing the very release she needed.
Her heart rate was the fastest it had ever been, and her muscles began to tighten. An energetic wave of pleasure rippleddown her legs as she cried out in satisfaction, her climax making her toes curl, and she looked back, searching forhim. For her lead alpha.
She met his gaze, reaching out a hand, wanting him to join this moment, and right as she was coming down from the height of her climax, he flinched. Her lead alpha flinched and looked away from her.
Heflinched.
Chapter 27
Sonnet thought she had done something wrong towards the end of her bliss, when pleasure and pain morphed into each other, and her omega allowed her a viewing window, and Zayden flinched. She reached for him, for his touch, his validation, his comfort, and he flinched. She could feel her omega recede back into her, shoving herself inside her ribcage and lurking painfully into the shadows around her heart.
