Page 116 of Knot The Only Onee
I growled, the sound echoing in the enclosed space. "Keep looking at me like that, and I may be unable to keep my word."
She squeaked, and her eyes lifted back to my face as she nodded.
Giving her a wink, I turned away and adjusted the water temperature. It heated almost instantly, and I scooped Bridget up in my arms and carried her in the enclosed space. James followed behind me, slapping my ass.
I looked at him over my shoulder, and my brows knit together. "What was that for?" I wasn't accustomed to his more dominant side yet, at least as far as sexual advances or playfulness went. I wasn't sure about my feelings about it yet. Although, I think I liked it.
James shrugged. "Just because." He stepped under the water and slicked his hair back, and I admired his body. From his wide shoulders and flat stomach to the V that tapered down to his cock, he was delectable.
"Now, who's staring?" Bridget shifted in my arms, placing her lips on my neck to nibble my flesh. "And where did Lucas run off to?"
I groaned and carefully set her on the bench.
But that was a big mistake as she gazed up at me with her wide eyes and my cock almost level with her lips. The minx that she was noticed and leaned forward to wrap her hand around my base and swirl her tongue over my tip.
"Fuck." My head fell back on a drawn-out moan as she took me deeper into her mouth. I was powerless to resist her. That damn mouth of hers was too talented, and I was too raw from the events of the day to protest anything.
"Looks like I'm missing something good." Lucas sashayed into the bathroom, shedding his clothes along the way. "You guys were going to take advantage of our poor little omega without me?" He gasped, the sound overly exaggerated and fake as fuck.
But I could barely pay attention to him as Bridget hollowed her cheeks and sucked up and down my length as I tunneled my fingers into her hair. I didn't tug on the strands, letting her work at her own pace as I enjoyed the ride.
Two sets of hands roamed down my back, followed by lips on either side of my neck. "You're so tense, alpha," Lucas purred.
James snorted out a laugh. "Bridget's got his cock in her mouth. I'd be tense too."
"Fuck you guys." I broke out into a groan as Bridget cupped my balls in her hand and gently began to massage them. "Fuck, baby girl. You're too good at this."
She hummed in appreciation, the sound vibrating through my shaft and sending a rush of pleasure down my spine.
Fingers danced over my ribs and up to pluck at my nipples. I'd never received much pleasure from my nipple stimulation, but two different hands, combined with Bridget's mouth, made sensations ping through every nerve in my body. I was drowning beneath a massive tsunami, the torrent of different pleasures making my orgasm rush closer and closer with each passing second.
"Such a good girl," James purred as his other hand joined mine in Bridget's hair. "Our perfect little omega, worshiping one of her alpha's cocks. Suck him down, good girl. I'll make sure we all return the favor."
His words, whispered in his deep, husky growl, tipped the scales, and spots exploded into my field of vision as my climax rushed forward. Lucas nibbled on my neck, his finger deftly plucking my nipples. The combination of sensations and being surrounded by my pack made the orgasm one of the most powerful I'd ever experienced.
Bridget sucked down every drop of my release, her tongue licking me clean and suckling on my oversensitive head. Her eyes burned with lust as she gazed up at me while she circled me yet again. Gods, she wanted to kill me with pleasure.
Her lips tilted up in a smile, and I realized I'd probably just uttered the last thought out loud.
"We can't have you dying on us now." Lucas laughed, the sound melodic as it echoed off the tiles in the shower.
I lifted Bridget's chin, my cock slipping from her lips as I helped her stand. "So fucking perfect," I uttered the second before I covered her mouth with my own.
CHAPTER57
Bridget
Noah ruffled the fluffy towel over my hair, drying it as much as he could before he sat me down in one of the chairs and gently brushed through the tangled strands.
After each of us came in the shower—Some of us multiple times before they were granted mercy. Cough. Me—they'd thoroughly cleaned my body and helped wash my hair.
Now, I was wrapped in a soft robe that felt like heaven against my skin, and one of my mates was brushing my hair.
It baffled me as I genuinely thought I'd never see them again. Either because my brother was going to kill me, or if we'd managed to pull it off, they'd reject me for sneaking out and lying.
"I love you," I blurted, my head tilting to see Noah stop with the brush mid-stroke.
A smile tilted the corners of his lips. "Love you too, Bridget." He leaned down to kiss me softly. Sweetly. So much so that I wanted to tangle my hands in his hair and keep him there until he gave me a real kiss.
