Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

H arper

Ten years ago

The four of us are sprawled out across the sun-loungers, basking in the lazy afternoon sun. We didn’t drag ourselves out of the bedroom until nearly lunchtime and that wasn’t because we were sleeping.

A smile hovers on my face as the warm sun tickles my skin. For the first time in my life, I feel satisfied. That’s one thing about being an omega – an omega without a pack of alphas – that ache never leaves you. It’s there all the time. Now I understand exactly why omegas find themselves a pack. I reckon it’s the only way to quell that ache.

“Look at her,” Owen chuckles, “did anyone ever look so damn pleased with themselves?”

I sigh. “I am pleased. Really, really pleased.” I roll onto my side, tucking my hands under my cheek and peer over at Owen. His eyes travel down my form.

“I think I could please you even more, little omega. Come here.” I pout out my bottom lip at him, playing up the brat. “Come here,” he repeats, this time with a growl.

Languidly, I roll up, stretching my arms above my head and then stroll over to him, swinging my hips in a way I definitely have never done before.

As soon as I’m in hands’ reach, he makes a grab for me, pulling me straight into his lap.

“Can’t you keep your hands off her for one second?” Daxton says from another lounger, Wyatt watching us too.

Owen ignores them both, all his attention focused on me.

“Fuck, you smell even better than you did before – smothered in our scents.” He burrows his nose against my neck and inhales.

“I like being smothered in your scents,” I tell him.

He presses his mouth against my skin, then licks his tongue up my throat. “Wanna tell me what else you like?”

“I think we have a pretty comprehensive idea of what she likes,” Wyatt says.

“I want to hear it from Harper, though,” he says, tipping his head back to meet my eyes. “Do you like my hands on your ass?” he asks, palming my cheeks through my bikini bottoms. “Do you like my mouth on your skin?” He sucks on my throat. “Do you like my tongue in your mouth?” He grips the back of my neck and drags my mouth onto his, plunging his tongue deep between my lips. I moan as I suck on his tongue and when we break apart, there’s a darkness in his eyes. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s a yes,” I say, squirming on his lap, feeling him hard underneath me.

“I think I know what else you like,” he says, gripping my hips and moving me against him. We both moan.

“You know, that would look even better if you were doing the real thing,” Daxton says.

“A lot better,” Wyatt agrees.

“Out here? In the open?” I say.

The house is an actual mansion, the grounds humongous. There are no neighbors overlooking us. It still feels incredibly risky. Yes, something I thought about, but never believed I’d actually have the nerve to go through with.

“Are you afraid?” Daxton asks.

No, I’m not. Anything but. I’m incredibly turned on – by Owen, by them watching, by the very idea of it.

I lift my hips and reach down to free Owen’s cock from his swim shorts.

Then I halt. “We don’t have any protection.” Owen grins and hooks a rubber from his pocket. I guess he planned this. He hands it to me and, keeping my gaze locked with his, I tear open the wrapper with my teeth and roll the rubber slowly down his shaft. It’s warm and hot, but also soft like velvet. I decide I want it in my mouth later.

I yank the gusset of my bikini bottoms to the side and am about to sink down on to his cock, when he stops me.

“Not like this. Turn around omega.”

“Wh-wh-what?” I say, frowning.

“You have such a spectacular ass and I want to watch it while you ride me.” I frown harder and he chuckles. “Also it will give them one hell of a view.” I frown harder still. He rubs the pad of his thumb against the lines between my brows, attempting to smooth them out. “And …most importantly, it will feel really good for you that way, Harp.”

“Really?” I say, not convinced.

He leans in close and whispers straight into my ear. “I promise.”

Then he’s shuffling me around on his lap until I’m facing away from him and toward the others. I lean forward, resting my hands on his thighs, lift my hips and allow him to guide me down his cock.

He’s not wrong. The angle has him hitting my g-spot inside me and actual stars burst across my vision. I let out a strangled cry.

“See, told you,” he moans from behind me.

“Let’s see you work him, Harper,” Daxton says as I meet his hot gaze.

I dig my nails into Owen’s skin and grind my hips, tightening my pussy muscles to squeeze around him.

“Fuck!” he groans, palming my ass. “Your ass is so fucking plump, little omega. It deserves to be spanked.”

I let out a little whimper.

“Do you like that idea?” Daxton says, leaning forward on his lounger with eagerness. “Would you like him to slap that fat ass of yours?”

“Not too hard,” Wyatt adds, “just enough that it feels good. And he’ll stop if you tell him.”

Do I want him to spank me? I don’t know. Again the idea of it is hot. I feel so damn naughty fucking him like this. Totally not my usual well-behaved, always-follow-the-rules self.

“Okay,” I say.

“Okay,” Owen repeats, squeezing my ass hard and making me wince with a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Good girl.”

I think he may have unlocked a kink. I like it when he calls me that, like when he calls me his little omega.

I grind on him with more pleasure, forcing his cock to rub at my spot and making me moan.

“Good, good, girl,” he says and then he slaps me across my ass cheeks. Not hard, more playful. It’s still enough to send a jolt up into my pussy.

Okay, so I like that too.

“More,” I tell him.

“You give him more, Harper, and he’ll give you more.” I scowl at Daxton but he simply licks his lips, letting his gaze trail all over me. It’s hot being watched like this, admired, wanted.

I lift my hips, slamming down on Owen’s cock, and he spanks me again.

“You want more, give me more of that.”

And I do, I bounce on his cock and he slaps my ass, the mixture of pain and pleasure short-circuiting my brain. When I come, Owen reaches forward, tugging away my bikini top and massaging my tits all the way through my orgasm, growling in my ear how beautiful I am as he does.

“He’s not done,” Daxton says, when I lose myself to the sensations and forget my rhythm. “Don’t stop.”

“It’s …” I say, swinging my head from side to side, tears forming in my eyes. “It’s too much.”

“It isn’t. You can do it,” Daxton says, “and when you do, it will feel really damn good.”

I’m so sensitive now that every movement on Owen’s cock is electric, and it doesn’t take much to have me tumbling over the edge again, this time him with me, his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me still as he knots my pussy with a grunt.

I laugh as he nuzzles my neck, perfectly happy, perfectly satisfied.

No awkwardness. No sense of shame.

Sex has never been like this before. I wonder if it ever will be again.