Page 93 of Bailey-Rose: The Complete Duet

A shiver ran through my body, and I was already panting, desperate to be touched.

“Once a pack decides they are going to bond, the shift in intentions of the Alphas triggers a response from the Omega. That is what you’re feeling now,” Warrick explained, his voice low and raspy. “Each bite bonding you to us will change everything in your body chemistry as well as ours. It’s how you know when someone is bonded to another even if you don’t see their marks.”

I was no longer listening as Warrick traced his finger along my jaw, neck, and collarbone. A whine slipped out of me as I rubbed my legs together, needing to feel them touching every inch of me. The small taste I’d gotten of what it was like to be in heat was nothing compared to the way my body demanded my Alphas to mark me. Wiggling in the blanket, I tried to get free, but Warrick had expertly trapped me.

“You did this on purpose,” I accused. Irritation at being thwarted made me snap at him.

Warrick nodded, tipping my chin up to meet his citrine-colored eyes. “This is why we are given a month off and most packs go into seclusion because, my sweet, perfect Omega, this is just the tip of the iceberg of what you’re going to experience.”

Before I could yell at him for teasing me if he wasn’t going to do anything about it, Warrick fused his lips to mine, cutting off all responses. Moaning, I sank into Warrick’s hold as he shifted me to sit on his lap. The sensation of his tongue stroking mine seemed to zing right to my throbbing clit. My panties were soaked as slick poured out of me in preparation for what was to come. Only I would have to wait five more hours for that need to be fulfilled.

Breaking the kiss, Warrick pulled back to gaze down at me. “Fuck, Care Bear, you smell so goddamn addictive. Like the perfect lazy summer day, lying naked in the sunshine, as the sweat from fucking you senseless dries off my body.”

My whole body spasmed like I was having an aftershock, making me groan in discomfort at the lack of actually experiencing the orgasm. “Please,” I begged, my fingers slipping between my legs to relieve my aching clit. “I can’t wait. Either one of you helps, or I’ll take care of it myself.”

Hands gripped my legs, turning me so my back was to Warrick’s chest, allowing Gareth to unwrap my legs. He only freed the lower part of my body, keeping my arms trapped to my sides as Warrick held me tight. Seconds later, my sleep shorts and panties were stripped off me before shoving my legs wide. I cried out in pleasure at the feel of Gareth’s tongue stroking over my pussy.

“Yes, oh God, please don’t stop,” I whimpered.

Stopping was the last thing on Gareth’s mind as his mouth latched onto my clit, and he started to purr. The vibrations were all it took to send me rocketing over the edge into orgasmic bliss. Next, he slipped two fingers into my pussy, teasing my G-spot, causing another climax to slam into me. A scream ripped out of my throat as my body trembled, but Gareth didn’t bother to slow down, aiming to pull a third orgasm out of me in a matter of seconds. With the magical addition of his tongue, I was flying high in the clouds of euphoric bliss.

So this is what it feels like to have intimacy with no restraint or worry. Yeah, we’re definitely going to need the whole month.

Gareth’s triple-decker delight took the edge off my need and knocked me out so when I woke up, we were an hour away from landing. The private plane was Vili’s, or I suppose the more accurate statement would be it was Silveda’s. However, it was meant for Vili’s personal use since he needed to travel back and forth to Numoland for business.

I gazed out the plane’s small window, still wrapped in my blanket, with the guys all snuggled up around me. It appears they didn’t like being up so early for the flight either, or I was rubbing off on them, having never been a morning person. Out of necessity for school, I adapted, but since my surgery, my sleep schedule has been all over the place. Something tells me this trip wasn’t going to offer any help in creating a new normal.

The comforting scent of fresh, warm blueberry muffins had me purring before Yun-Sun’s lips touched my neck. “The mark I gave you is almost faded,” he murmured.

Arching against his body which was melded to my back, I rubbed my ass against his stomach. “Then it’s a good thing the next one you give me won’t ever fade.”

A deep rumbling purr erupted out of him as Yun let his teeth scrape along my neck. “Trust me, sweetheart, I plan to leave my mark where I can always see it on you. That way, I know everyone else will too.”

The possessive tone and the way he let his fingers wrap around my throat in a claiming gesture nearly had me turning into a blob of pudding, wishing he’d lick me off the spoon. “I never thought this would happen,” I admitted as I worked one hand free to stroke his arm. “I’d given up hope that there was anyone out there who’d want a rejected and broken Omega like me.”

“You were never broken,” Lysse growled out, drawing my gaze to where he lay in front of me.

I smiled lovingly at him, stroking his cheek, feeling the stubble under my fingertips. “I know that now, but before you walked back into my life, only my family told me that. Tell me, would you believe your parents over the rest of the world?”

“Probably not,” he admitted, caught my hand, and pressed a kiss to my palm. “But I would have believed you.”

“That’s because I’m always right,” I teased.

A warning glint was in his eyes, my only clue before I was under a tickle attack. I tried to get away, but Yun betrayed me and dragged me back, getting in his own attacks on my ribs until I was laughing so hard I was crying and begging for mercy.

“Uncle, I plead uncle. Someone save me,” I tried to yell, but I couldn’t stop laughing.

A deep bark was our only warning before Waffles charged his way onto the bed and dragged the guys by their shirt or shorts away from me. Once they were all dumped on the floor, Waffles draped himself over my legs, keeping me right where I was and ensuring the guys kept their distance.

“Waffles, it’s okay, buddy. We were just playing,” I cooed, petting the silky fur on his giant head.

He gave me a look that told me he didn’t agree and booped his damp snout against my shoulder.

Surprised at the alert, I checked my monitor, and sure enough, my blood pressure was rapidly dropping. “Okay, it seems a tickle fight might need to be something to work up to,” I sighed, flopping back onto the bed.

There was a low warning growl from Waffles as the bed dipped.

“Nien,” I ordered, telling him to back off.