Page 147 of Soul of the Chaos

When Grimm and I were together, our flame was all-consuming. Tumultuous and soulful. Explosive and tender. I relished every minute spent with my complicated, fiery alpha.

When I was with Silver and Mongrel, we moved in a fluid, sensual dance. Seamlessly ebbing and flowing to encompass each of our needs. There was no good reason we couldn’t extend that dance to make room for our most dominant player. And, if the cards were set up right, I was sure Grimm would rise to the challenge.

In fact, I’d bet his wolf was more than aware of this stalemate. Grimm was a natural born alpha, providing for his wolves was in his blood. He wanted to step into our omega’s need to deepen our connection as a family, I could feel it, he just didn’t know how.

So it was up to me to show him the way.

Silver burst into the bathroom with a victorious crow. “There you are, kitten! I knew you’d snuck o—”

Ah, so he hadn’t checked his phone. My lips curled into a secretive smile.

My mate’s words trailed off and his jaw hung open as I rose from the sud-laden waters and half-turned to address him over my shoulder. “Baby, be a good little omega and scrub my back? I’ve got an itch I can’t seem to scratch.”

While Silver remained frozen in place, hungry gaze drinking in my naked form, Mongrel was already on the move. Pocketing his phone in a smooth move, my beta’s eyes blazed with lust and admiration. The knowing glint said the man was playing for keeps. Shedding his clothing with exceptional efficiency, his full cock bobbed and swayed as he stalked to my side.

A feral smile was painted on Mongrel’s lips, causing my breath to go ragged, as he rasped out a counter command. “Stay put, Silver. I’ll tend to our mate’s itch for now.”

I forgot to be coy as I stared at the imposing beauty bearing down on me.

Mongrel was huge, all muscle and lethal beauty. Hidden underneath that hard exterior was a tender dominance I couldn’t get enough of. Candlelight glinted off the cum already leaking from his dick, making my breath hitch and my pussy clench in memory of what that beautiful cock did to me when wielded by a master.

With a soft growl, Mongrel stepped into the oversized tub—thank fuck someone had installed an indoor swimming pool instead of the piddly half-sized bath I’d been used to making do with in Victor’s shitty old apartment—and took the loofa from my hand. Heat radiated into my back, causing my wolf to arch seductively into his addictive bulk. His long, soft beard brushed against my spine and ass as he leant forward and licked a single stripe up his claiming mark on my shoulder.

Fireworks exploded and my body shuddered in remembered ecstasy. It was like his mark was an invisible vibrator set to max and slammed against my clit with exquisite precision. I buckled as he hauled me against his body and went momentarily limp.

“No fair,” I hissed, pushing myself back up to standing.

I was supposed to be the one in charge here—a siren luring my three mates to take care of my every whim—but Mongrel had a way of wrestling all thoughts out of my head until I couldn’t tell up from down.

My beta’s chuckle was warm and easy as I shot him a defiant look over my shoulder. His hand burned a trail down my back as he once again effortlessly took control of the situation, causing my wolf to sit up and pant as she waited to see what her gruff mate would demand next.

The firm pressure on my back was easy to follow. Well, two could play that game. With a smirk, I bent over and placed my hands on the wall, previous objective forgotten as the present moment took over. I relished the way the suds dripped lazily along my ass crack and down my thighs.

Dick in hand from where he stood, now equally naked, Silver growled softly. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that. Make sure you clean our mate good, Mongrel, because we’re about to make her filthy all over again.”

Mongrel merely nodded. He squirted more of the foaming coconut-scented bath gel onto the loofa while I quivered in wait, biting my lip to stop myself from barking at him. Instead, I swayed from side to side, encouraging my desire to slide into the room and mingle with the moist air.

“Oh shit, Mongrel,” Silver whined, wolf in his throat. “Not sure how long I can last over here.”

“Hold it, Silver,” Mongrel growled. “Our little alpha asked us to scratch her itch and we’re gonna make sure we do it right.”

Taking care to keep our bodies separate, my mate began to torture me. Using that damned loofa in a gentle circular motion designed to drive me wild as he built up a perfect lather over every inch of my skin. Then he kneeled in the soapy waters in front of me and began to lavish the same attention on my front, dragging the thing across my soft belly and naked breasts.

Though I was glaring daggers at him, he kept his attention on his careful work. I growled as he ghosted across my aching nipples too gently to provide any relief.

“Is this what you had in mind, mate?” he murmured, still refusing to make eye contact.

“Lower,” I snarled, stepping my legs out wider for emphasis. “The itch is lower.”

“Lower you say?” he hummed and nodded. Obediently, my beta dunked the fucking loofa under the water against one foot and ankle, up my calf, over my inner thigh.

Okay, I sighed, opening a little further as my heart rate kicked up. Here we go.

But the bastard passed quickly over my mound and proceeded to lather up the other leg. This time it was my wolf who snapped her jaws at her mate. Mongrel’s grin was feral as his beast glinted back at me through misty eyelids.

Fuck, Mongrel knew exactly how good he looked on his knees worshipping me. Now, if I could only get him to do it right, we’d both be in heaven.

Task finished, my mate dropped the loofa back into the bathwater. He grabbed the flexible nozzle, running the water carefully onto his open palm until he was satisfied the temperature was just right. Then the prick began to wash the soap away, slow and steady, as if he was in no hurry at all.

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