Page 57 of Hunting Their Omega

He sat up, grabbed me by the waist, and lifted me off Bishop’s semi-hard cock at a pace so languid I moaned.

“How about I give you a nice bath?” He sat me on the bed next to him. “Or, if you prefer, I could just lick you clean.”

“How about a bath for now,” I said with a laugh.

“Whatever you want. Just letting you know, the offer always stands,” he said with a wink, disappearing into the bathroom.

I tiptoed behind him so as not to wake up Wynn or Bishop and smiled when I found him filling the tub with steaming water. The fragrant smell of lavender, patchouli, and vanilla wafted through the air, coating my senses. I melted at my mate’s thoughtfulness.

All my bath products were laid out on a cart near the Jacuzzi-sized tub, and when I peeked inside, there was a subtle milky hue to the water.

“You work fast,” I said.

“I’m efficient.” His eyes roamed over me. “And you’re still on the other side of the room.”

I smirked, and Alaric watched with an unblinking gaze as I moved one foot in front of the other, closing the distance between us. He stepped into the tub and held out his arms, and I let him lift me over the edge. We sank into the tub together with his chest pressed to my back.

“So, this is why you got up early.” I looked over my shoulder and wiggled my ass against his stiffening cock.

With a smirk, he said, “Waking up early finally earned me a reward.”

He dipped a cloth in the water and lathered it with soap.

“I think I’m the one with a reward,” I groaned as his deft hands rubbed over my back, neck, and shoulders.

“Trust me, I’m getting pleasure out of this.”

His hands moved down my spine, and I arched my back as his fingers worked the ache from my muscles. He wrapped his tan forearms around me and trailed the cloth over the expanse of my stomach, and I moaned as he cradled my breast and stroked his thumb in smooth, circular motions.

Alaric pressed warm, reverent kisses to my neck that made my toes curl beneath the water, and a rumble of satisfaction vibrated his chest. Our bond hummed, and heat flared in my core.

He touched every inch of my body like I was precious, and I embraced the sensuality of the moment. The tension from my run, the rut with Wynn, and the ensuing playtime with all three of my mates melted away.

Alaric nipped at my ear, and I sighed. His desire and contentment became mine, and I slipped a hand over his and guided it between my thighs.

Suddenly, Wynn entered the bathroom, arching an eyebrow as he strode to the tub. My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I ran my eyes over my mate’s sculpted body.

Goddess, it was hard to concentrate when they were naked.

“Looks like I woke up right on time.” Wynn slipped into the tub at the opposite end.

Alaric tossed him the washcloth. “Yep, now you can get her legs.”

Wynn flashed me a wanton smile and murmured, “My favorite place.”

I blushed. “Is Bishop still sleeping?”

“He’ll be sleeping for a while after what you put him through last night.” Wynn scrubbed my feet as heat crept down my chest.

“You’ve become quite insatiable,” Alaric whispered in my ear, draping an arm around my waist beneath the water.

My mind went hazy again. I told myself to focus, remembering there was something I needed to ask—something that had been weighing on my mind for a while.

My thoughts were sluggish, and I struggled against a wave of lust. Wynn’s steady strokes over my ankles, calves, and inner thighs defied logic.

Images of the hostile male flashed through my mind, followed by the rumors of Omegas being able to breed with any wolf. My resolve solidified. I wouldn’t let them distract me with touches and flowery words. I knew what life awaited my future pups if they were born Omegas. I knew there were things my mates weren’t telling me. Why were there no shifters under the age of twenty-one inside pack walls?

“Why . . . why aren’t there young shifters in our pack?” I asked.

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