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Raiden
Istood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my protruding stomach. If I held my gut now, I could feel them kicking, or sliding around each other doing gymnastics. I couldn’t believe how huge I’d gotten in such a short time. The cubs were growing like weeds and by extension, so was I. I climbed into the shower and stood beneath the scalding hot water. I was halfway there, two months along, and I wouldn’t tell this to the guys or Naja, but I was exhausted already.
The bathroom door opened and closed, and Gatlin walked in, already removing his shirt. He slid off his pants and was gloriously naked before he even stopped in front of the shower screen.
“Need me to wash your back, Omega?”
I looked at his amazing body. He had deep olive skin, from his mother’s heritage I guess, and while most Manix were hairless, Gatlin had a faint spray of curls over his chest and down his abs. Chest hair that had tickled my cheeks more than once. Hell, probably more than a million times. I couldn’t get enough of him. I looked back at his face. “Always, Alpha.”
He stepped beneath the warm water, stepping up behind me, and I leaned back into his body with a sigh.
He kissed my shoulder, his arms coming around my waist. “How are you feeling, Raiden?”
I closed my eyes and let myself relax. “I’m fine. Exactly the same as an hour ago when Seven asked me, and thirty mins before that when Finlo asked.”
Gatlin chuckled low in his chest. “We have been a bit overprotective.”
I smiled softly. “It’s fine, Gatlin. We’re all excited and worried and terrified. But my body knows what it’s doing.”
Gatlin nudged my head with his cheek and I obligingly tilted it to the side, shivering at the feel of his stubbly beard against the sensitive skin of my throat. He ran his lips over my skin, kissing and licking at the water droplets. I could feel the hard press of his cock against my ass and his hand stroked over my hip. He gripped my hard cock in his fist.
“What’s your body doing now, Omega?” he growled against my ear, and my whole body shivered in his hands. He stroked my cock once, twice, and I let my head fall back against his shoulder. But I should have known that Gatlin wouldn’t have settled for the easy tease. He spun me around so I was facing him, kissing me hard. He tasted like sin and chocolate, and I couldn’t get enough. I’d never been able to get enough, not since the first time he kissed me.
He fell to his knees, and I openly gawked. “Gatlin, what are you doing?” He looked up at me, and I stopped breathing. Alphas? They didn’t kneel before anyone, and especially not Omegas. And they definitely didn’t suck cock.
But Jesus, as he slid his lips around mine, he was proving me wrong. He sucked me down his throat and I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I didn’t want to grab his hair but I needed to hold myself up, so I slapped my hands against the tiles. It made me go deeper into his throat, making us both fucking moan.
He pulled his mouth away, continuing to gaze up at me. “If you are going to watch, you may as well join in,” he said softly.
I frowned, until I realized he wasn’t talking to me at all. Beside the vanity was Naja, her eyes hooded, her lips parted. She cleared her throat.
“I didn’t want to intrude.”
I grinned. “Get in here.”
She pulled off her tank top and peeled down her pants until she was gloriously naked. Holy shit, she had a body to die for, all soft curves. The past month of not working two jobs, plus me and Ellar making it our duty to feed her whenever possible, had softened the muscles she’d gained from dancing, but her core strength was still there beneath the softness. Her and Gatlin together were a visual orgasm.
She stepped into the shower, and I would hug Finlo later for thinking of making a walk-in shower with only one screen. We could fit at least five of us in here if a couple didn’t mind being cold. And I knew none of us would mind the chill.
I reached out and grabbed Naja as soon as she got close enough, dragging her into a messy, wet kiss. Gatlin ran his tongue over the head of my cock, and this time I did grab his face.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
He chuckled, his lips brushing the sensitive tip of my dick. “That’s the idea, Omega.”
I tilted his head back so he was looking at me. “I don’t want it over that quick. I think there are far better places to come.”
He growled again and turned his head, gripping one of Naja’s thighs and putting it over his shoulder. Oh yeah, that was what I was talking about. I kissed her as he ate her out, and she was soon a writhing, wet mess in my arms. I would never, ever get sick of the sound of her moans, and the urge to make her ours permanently hit me again.
We needed to make her our mate, make her Pack officially. But now was not the time to talk about matebonds. I drew back so I could watch Gatlin suck and lick at Naja, until she was weak in my arms and I was holding her up as I kissed her, echoing Gatlin’s technique.
My Alpha surged to his feet, spinning Naja around until her hands were braced against the tiles, and he slammed inside her.
She screamed her appreciation, the orgasm he’d been coaxing with his tongue exploding out from her in the most beautiful cries I’d ever heard. Capturing her lips again, I turned them both until I was kissing her as Gatlin held her, slowly sliding her up and down his cock. I supported her chest, her hard nipples scraping against my chest.
“Bedroom,” Gatlin moaned, and I had to agree. There were things I wanted to do that couldn’t be done defying gravity in the shower.
