Page 36 of Isla

Isla

“Areyouokay,Mrs Weston?”

“Yes,” I giggled as I wondered how the hell this man had got me into this position. But the massage was good, and that was supposed to happen on a honeymoon, right?

“Then be a good girl and put your face in the hole.”

“You’re a masseuse now?” I turned and grinned at Harrison, then wriggled around getting comfortable before I pressed my face in the hole.

I gasped as my legs parted, not realising the massage table split in the middle and then again at the sound of the squirt of liquid onto his hands. Rubbing them together before his warm hands touched my body and his fingers delved into my muscles, working away my tenseness, causing a quiver of heat to rush through me.

He deeply inhaled, and my face warmed as he took in the perfume of my slick and I clenched my thighs together, trying to stop him from seeing how wet I’d become.

He grunted and flattened his hands on the back of my thighs and pushed them apart. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”

His deft fingers worked my thighs until I was putty in his hands, my body liquid as he removed the stress and tension I'd held since my failed wedding day. Hell, it was the most relaxed I’d felt for weeks.

“I’m happy to do this alone, but I should ask if you want me to call Finn here. I’m sure he would love to get involved with our omega,” Harrison whispered in my ear.

“He won’t mind?”

“Hell no,” he said, laughing.

I lifted my head and grinned.

Two alphas together. Yes, please.

This was a one-off opportunity. I was no longer planning on picking multiple alphas at Omega Island, only one—the right one.

And tonight was going to be for fun and not for getting pregnant.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

“It is,” I said. There was no uncertainty in my voice. He offered me two alphas, and I was going to take it, it was the nearest I was going to get to a pack.

“Stay there and I’ll send him a message. He's working on the floor.”

“Can he get away?” I asked. Hoping he could and Harrison hadn’t raised my hopes just to dash them.

He’d worked my muscles so well, I didn’t hear what he said as I relaxed into the massage bed, almost melting into the surface.

“He’ll be here soon,” he whispered, and I realised I’d fallen asleep for a short time. But soon woke as his smooth hands caressed their soft touch over and over my skin. No wonder I was comatose. It was utter relaxation as I eased into his touch.

His fingers glided up and down my legs, moving further and further toward the inside of my thighs before his finger slid along my slit, making me jerk. He stopped.

"Are you wanting this?" he asked.

"God, yes. Don't stop," I gasped.

He rumbled a laugh and his hands were soon touching me everywhere before he slipped a thick finger between my folds, while another ran over my clit and a deep moan escaped my lips, but I was no longer embarrassed as I waited for his next touch. Soon he was on my clit, sucking and licking over and over, his tongue lapping over my nub and then deep inside me, as shocks of pleasure clenched in my lower stomach.

“Oh...” I moaned as he fucked me with his tongue. Only seconds later, I cried as intense pleasure exploded through my core, trembling in his hands as my shaky fingers grabbed the sides of the bed.

Another hand stroked my hip bone, pressing his hard body against mine again.

I was still recovering, eyes closed, when a wet tongue languidly licked up my spine, until a mouth sucked on the back of my neck. His nose nuzzled against my skin, my hair, my ear. He hummed, and I jolted as another finger stroked inside my walls, curling and touching that soft spot.

My body reacted, trying to thrust against the fingers, desperate and wanting more.

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