Page 85 of Unbonded
I can still feel the tension in his body as he says, “I’m not sure I know how.”
“Let it out.” Lachlan says, stepping forward and thumping Bram in the chest. I give him an indignant look until I realize he’s already brushing away the hurt by stroking his hand over our alpha’s heart. “Be yourself, big guy, and know that we love you, no matter how many guys you toss out of windows.”
“He didwhat?” Dash hisses for the third time, running his soapy hands down my well-washed body. Despite the pill I took to slow things down, my heat is still burning under my skin, so a bath will have to wait. Dash volunteered to help me have a quick shower, but so far, we’ve been in here for ten minutes, and Dash is still stuck on the fact that our enemies have been dealt with – without Bram really lifting a finger. “And you’re okay with that?”
“The command or the window?”
Dash blinks at me through a froth of bubbles. “Both.”
I shrug and tease the last of the shampoo out of his hair. “Those men played by the rules of the jungle. In their world, the strong get to use and abuse the weak, with no repercussions. Bram just showed them what strong really means.”
Was it confronting to watch Bram command two men to their deaths? Of course. But I truly believe they deserved it, and I can’t say that if I had Bram’s ability, I wouldn’t have done theexact same thing. My only fear is that his actions will attract the attention of the police, but Corbus seems unconcerned on that front. “Bram was protecting his pack,” I murmur, pressing a kiss on Dash’s throat. “They crossed a line and paid the price.”
Dash groans and backs me up against the tile wall, his knee nudging my legs apart. “Hearing you talk like that makes me all kinds of horny.”
I laugh, but Dash is already dropping to his knees, his tongue lapping at my folds. The heat that has been building under my skin rushes back to the surface, and I grip his silky hair as he licks the slick from my seam. “That’s so good, Dash.”
“Tastes like a dream,” he groans, rolling my clit with the point of his tongue. My back slides against the tile and I can feel my knees giving way, but a shadow passes over the glass and then Corbus is sliding in next to me. He catches me before I can fall, a shudder running through my body as he takes up position at my back. He’s all lean muscle and strong thighs; the body of a man who thinks an advanced spin class is just an easy ride round the block.
“I hope you don’t mind me joining,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “I had to come investigate the sweet sounds you were making.”
Not that I’ve stopped, given that Dash is still on his knees. “It’s your shower,” I tell Corbus, then melt against him as Dash lifts my leg over his shoulder. Another swipe of his tongue while Corbus thumbs my nipples, and I unravel like a swirl of soap down the drain.
I’m still shaking through my release when Dash pulls me down at his side. It’s not great on my knees, but Dash gives a cheeky nod in Corbus’ direction. “I thought you might appreciate the view from down here.”
Whatever afterglow I’m feeling instantly reignites as I take in the sight of Corbus’ perfect cock. It looks even better than it didin the car, and my mouth waters as Dash runs a teasing finger over the swollen crown.
Corbus groans but catches his hand. “I came in here to pleasureyou,mijn schatjes.”
“Believe me,” I tell him, watching a bead of precum form at his tip, “this is nothingbutpleasure.”
Dash gives a sly chuckle and taking my hand, wraps it around the alpha’s thick erection. “I tell him the same thing all the time,” he muses, our hands sliding up and down the hot shaft. “It’s such a pretty cock, he really should crown it with a Janssen Jewel.”
My eyes widen, the thought of a sparkling diamond winking at me while I worship his cock makes my thighs tremble. “You’d like that?” Corbus asks, watching my face. “A piercing; perhaps here?”
He thumbs the broad crown, and I feel my mouth water. “Well, the best pleasure is the kind you share with others.”
Dash laughs again, but then tilts the alpha’s cock towards my face, humming, “Share and share alike.”
I moan and obediently swipe my tongue over the glistening head. Corbus slaps a hand on the wall but doesn’t try to stop us as Dash and I practice our sharing skills. I focus on the delicious tip, while Dash licks his way around the shaft, both meeting somewhere in the middle to tangle our tongues together in a hungry kiss. We lick, suck, and slurp until Corbus is groaning in three languages, his back arching off the wall. When he comes, we catch his release on our tongues, feeding it to each other until Corbus growls and sweeps us into his arms.
We giggle as he bundles us into towels, our feet barely touching the floor as he herds us towards the bedroom. But instead of stopping at the bed, he leads us through a connecting door into a room I’ve only seen from the hallway. The air is thick with alpha pheromones, and I don’t need to see Bram standing next to the enormous nest to know it’s his. But my eyes widen asI take in the bed’s proportion. It’s round, with curved edges and big enough to house a couple of packs. “Is that the Bounty Bed from House of Omega?”
It’s their custom-made model, with a handcrafted mattress of cashmere, mohair, and lambswool, and finished with bamboo and silk upholstery. The frame is hypoallergenic, anti-bacterial, and fitted with sensors to regulate body temperature and filter the air. It’s a nest for royalty, piled high with the kind of luxury fabrics you could confidently wear to the Met Gala. “How did you get this here so fast?”
“Corbus told them he’ll collaborate on a jewel-encrusted model,” Dash says with a grin. “I mean, who doesn’t want to sleep inside a literal Fabergé egg?”
I laugh, but then I realize Lachlan is standing between Bram and the bed, and there’s a familiar stubborn look on his face. “What’s going on?”
Lachlan snorts and folds his arms. “I just told our pack alpha that he has to go through me to get to you.”
I frown, but Dash’s eyes dance with intrigue. “More details, please.”
“If he’s in rut,” Lachlan says, waving a hand at Bram, “and he’s still trying to get a grip on his uberness, then he needs to cut his teeth on me.”
I almost choke on my protests. “That makes you sound like a chew toy!”
“I can take it,” he argues, looking Bram over like he’s sizing up one of his old football opponents. “Or should I say, the alphas I’ve been with know I can top from the bottom.”
