Page 35 of Welcome to Seaman’s Cove: Part Two

Phoenix climbs out of the water behind Hunter and Madi, then runs to grab the fabrics.

I can’t believe Madi has been living here, in these conditions. My poor, sweet ocean_omega. She deserves so much more than this. Once we get back on land, I’m going to spoil her with the nest of her dreams. And anything else she could want, too.

If she’ll let me. If she wants me.

An unsettled feeling sinks my stomach. Do I want her? I vowed I’d never bond with a pack. Can I go back on that promise to myself? Do I want to risk it?

Hunter kisses Madi, divesting her of the little shorts she’s wearing. Even in her aroused state, she glances at me, as if she’s asking permission, checking to see if I’m alright with what’s about to happen. It’s not like there’s anywhere I could go. We’re trapped here. But that’s not the reason I nod in response to her silent question.

Phoenix carefully spreads the fabrics down, layering them for more padding. I can’t tell what they’re made of, seaweed or some kind of aquatic animal skin, perhaps.

While Phoenix is prepping, Caspian lifts out of the water and sits beside me, spreading his powerful tail on the dark rock. His scales glisten, reflecting the afternoon light like a rainbow.

“All good,” Phoenix says. He lies down on the fabric with a cheeky grin. “Come sit on my face, sunshine. I want to taste you.”

Hunter lets go of Madi and smacks her ass with a playful glint in his eyes. “You know what I want, omega.”

She smirks, gives him one more quick kiss, then crawls over Phoenix on her hands and knees. She opens her mouth and swallows his cock at the same time as dropping to her forearms and wiggling her ass in the air right over Phoenix’s face. I guess that’s one way to present—mouth full of cock, pussy dripping onto Phoenix’s chin. Sassy little omega.

My cock swells, and I try to be subtle as I adjust myself, but Caspian catches the movement. He wiggles his eyebrows at me. “I know we don’t know each other well, but I could take care of that, if you want.”

“I… um… uh…” I shake my head. “I just want to watch.”

“My little voyeur likes the cuck chair,” Phoenix calls out just as he slides Madi’s bikini bottoms to her knees. “Or is it a cuck rock in this case? Whatever.”

He lifts on his elbows so he can reach the feast hovering above him. At the first swipe of his tongue, she gasps his name.

Fuck, I bet she tastes as good as she smells. Ripe pineapple and coconut with a sharp hint of rum make me crave a piña colada while sitting on the shore. I can’t even scent her as strongly as an alpha would, and I still feel buzzed.

Then the other smells hit me. My firebird’s papaya and vanilla that I’d recognize anywhere. Hunter’s sandalwood with a flowery undertone. Closer to me, there’s a tart lime scent that reminds me of a margarita with a sea salt rim. That must be Caspian. Of course the handsome merman smells as mouthwatering as he looks.

Even my limoncello rises to the occasion, swirling with the other scents and making me drunk on this makeshift pack. Or is it becoming a real pack? I know that’s what Phoenix wants.

Hunter stays standing, watching with hungry eyes. He prowls around, taking in everything, before settling behind Madi, his knees right by Phoenix’s shoulders.

“Such a good omega,” he says, rubbing a hand over her backside, then up to the thin band tied across her back. He snaps it roughly, and she moans, the sound muffled by Phoenix’s cock. I’ve never seen anything as erotic as Madi’s plump lips around my firebird’s stiff shaft.

But then Hunter unties Madi’s bikini top, and the image before me gets even better. The wet fabric falls on Phoenix’s tense abs. Her heavy breasts sway forward and back as Hunter slides home, forcing her all the way down Phoenix’s length. My firebird wears a shit-eating grin as Hunter fucks Madi from behind right over his head.

“They’re a sight, are they not?” Caspian says in a soft voice meant only for me. He’s still right beside me, not touching me anywhere, but he’s close enough for his body heat to seep into my skin. I glance down just in time to see the scales on his tail smooth out and split into legs. The scientific anomaly, the impossibility of it, draws all my attention for a moment before my gaze lands on his long, hard cock. It swells thicker. I force myself to look away, only to find his eyes on my face. He smiles at me, bright and without any of the malice or authoritarian dominance I expect from most alphas.

“I like you,” he says easily.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “You don’t know me.”

“But I know Madi and Phoenix, and they like you.” He bumps his shoulder against mine. “And you are a very attractive male. One I would not mind seeing more of.”

My cheeks burn at his direct suggestion, my mouth going dry. I can’t keep my gaze from drifting back down his body. My eyes catch on the intricate armor he wears on his shoulder and around his neck. The latter seems to be made of a material I’ve never seen before. Ultimately, though, it's the swaths of bare skin that steal my focus.

He chuckles softly. “Watch the show, beta. It’s about to get good. She’s pure magic when she comes.”

Hunter pounds into Madi as if he wants to punish her for leaving him alone, or maybe he wants to remind her who she belongs to. He grips her hips so hard, the soft flesh indents around his fingers.

Phoenix lifts himself a little higher and sucks Hunter’s balls into his mouth. The kneeling alpha roars at the sky. “Fuck, Nix! You’re gonna make me come.” Hunter’s thrusts stutter at an irregular pace. “Madi, Madi, Madi.”

It’s unclear if Hunter’s chanting is just an exaltation of praise or instructions to Phoenix. My firebird takes it as the latter and returns his attention to Madi’s clit. A second later, she’s gasping, no longer sucking Phoenix as her whole body shakes and her knees go out, slipping so wide she falls on Phoenix’s face. Hunter slams forward and drops with her.

Madi makes the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard as she climaxes. It’s the only music I want to hear for the rest of my life.