“Alphas are supposed to take care of their Omegas, and this,”—he motions his hands to me in the tub—“ is a privilege, and I’m honored you chose me.”
“I can’t believe I was so nervous. You and Griffin are like the sexiest, hottest, cutest Alphas I’ve ever seen. Oh, and you’re both so sweet...I’m so lucky.” There’s a staticky and light-headed feeling still lingering. It’s like my tongue and brain aren’t on the same page.
“Fuck, you’re cute.”
I pick up a dollop of bubbles and boop his nose.
“No, you’re cute.”
“Hmm, that’s probably just the heat talking.”
“No fucking…I mean no freaking way. Just look at you. You’re like the poster man for tall, dark, and handsome and you’re giving me a fucking…I mean freaking bubble bath.”
“Well, it needed to happen. You were covered in sweat and cum, sweet girl.”
“Mmm, perhaps.” I don’t like being clean, though. I want their scents and markings all over me.
He laughs at me but keeps cleaning my body. My body, which now feels like it's on fuc—freaking fire. He brings the loofah near my center, and I’m done.
Chapter eleven
What they don’t tell you about orgies and an Omega’s heat? It’s fucking exhausting. Dion and I have solely been tending to Emily on our own for the last forty-eight hours and we are both fucking drained. I need a solid five hours of sleep and a red eye so I can continue to function. At her next heat, Emily needs to have four Alphas.
Dion and I just both fucked Emily at the same time again. This time in reverse cowgirl with Dion in her ass and me in her needy pussy. We’re both covered in a layer of sweat and slick. Emily finally looks content after being fucked for what felt like the millionth time. She’s nestled up against some pillows, sleeping. Dion pulls over one of the heated blankets and covers her.
“Where the ever-loving fuck is the third dude?” I ask Dion.
He wipes his brow with the back of his hand. “I don’t know, man. If they don’t get here soon, we might die. I’m like 95% sure I’m shooting blanks at this point.” I feel the same way. It’s like my balls are sad little birthday balloons that have deflated.
“Once she’s lucid after her heat, I’m telling her she needs to have four Alphas next time. Even if we had a third guy, I think we would still be exhausted.”
Dion nods his head in agreement and clears his throat. “So do you think you guys are going to start a pack?”
“I’d like to. I know it sounds fucking crazy. I only met her a few days ago, but I can’t imagine just walking away from this. Are you interested in her?”
“I’d like to spend some time with her when she’s coherent, if she’s interested.”
“Well, it sounds like we both have things to discuss with her in a day or two. Let's both get some sleep while we can,” I say as I go to cuddle Emily.
Dion settles into Emily's left side, while I cuddle her right. I send up a little prayer to anyone who will listen, to please let this woman sleep for more than three hours. As an atheist, I’m pretty sure it will go unanswered, but it's worth a shot.
Dion nudges me awake with his elbow. Apparently, Emily moved at some point and we wound up semi-snuggled together. His massive hand over my hip and my leg in between his. We both shift and untangle ourselves.
“New guy is here,” he whispers.
I look over and sure enough, Emily is being fucked doggy style by a man I haven’t yet met. He has pale white skin, a closely shaved head, his hair would be dark if he fully let it grow out. He’s a brick shit house of a man, just pure muscle. With how tired I am, and how dim it is in the room, I can’t get a good range for his height or age, but I’m guessing around my age. His left arm is covered in a sleeve of tattoos that I can’t decipher. I overhear him speaking to Emily, and I immediately don’t like what I’m hearing.
“Take my dick you worthless cunt.”
Now, I’m new to the whole degradation thing, but I don’t think that's what Emily meant when she put that on her list.
I look over at Emily and she doesn’t make a face or say anything, so I decide not to intervene. Watching this guy fuck my girl does not give me the same feeling as when it’s Dion. I’m on high alert and I just want to get him the fuck off of her. I take some deep breaths to calm myself down and remember that this is what I signed up for, and this is what Emily needs.
Dion and I head over to the corner to drink some water and eat some breakfast. He looks just as skeeved out as I do.
“Listen, if things get out of control, we will take care of it,” Dion says.
He doesn’t look at me, his gaze is on this strange man fucking Emily from behind in brutal thrusts. He has a flat Hank Hill looking ass and watching it clench while he fucks Emily almost makes me lose my appetite. Dude needs to stop skipping out on leg and squat days.
“He seems like a real fucking asshole,” I cough out.
Dion chuckles, “Well, that's probably because you don’t know him and he’s fucking the girl you like. Let's give him a chance. We both need a break. I was going to go sleep in one of the overnight rooms once he got here, but I think I’ll stay instead.”
A tremendous wave of relief ripples through me, and I’m so thankful for Dion. He might be younger than me, but he has been my mentor throughout this entire process. There was no way I was leaving Emily with this guy, so I’m glad I have backup.
The big ass dude finally comes and knots Emily. He doesn’t stroke her hair or massage her as he waits for his knot to go down, he just fucking lays there. I muster all the patience in the world not to throat punch this fucker as I lay down next to Emily.
I stroke her face and pat her hair down. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”
“Thirsty,” she answers.
I look over her shoulder and the guy is just chilling there fucking daydreaming, probably about plain white rice and unseasoned chicken. Before I can even get up to get her anything, Dion walks over with a Gatorade and a straw. He hands it to me and I put it level so Emily can drink. She takes one small sip.
“A few more sips,” I tell her. She rolls her eyes at me, but she takes a few more sips.
I hand the bottle back to Dion and he sets it on the table. The man's knot goes down and it releases him from Emily. She sighs and starts to fall asleep again.
The man gets up and looks at Dion and me.
“Hey, I’m Jenson. You guys can go to the overnight suites, I got this.”
The name Jenson rings a bell. This isn’t the guy that was supposed to be here. It was the guy put on standby because I took his place. I’m guessing her original third couldn’t make it and that's why Dion and I have been on our own for so long, they needed to contact her back up option. Dion and I share a knowing look that there is no fucking way that is going to happen. At this point, I’ve completely forgotten about the moderator watching. I know they are there, but there is no way we're leaving Emily.
Dion gives the man a half-smile, “I’m Dion, and this is Griffin. We're fine where we are, thanks.”