Page 48 of Welcome to Seaman’s Cove: Part Two

“I don’t know if we can wait that long. He’s… distressed. Something’s going on down there.” She shakes her head and worries her bottom lip between her teeth.

Phoenix pulls Madi back, scooting up the bed with her. “We can’t make them charge any faster, sunshine. So for now, let us take care of you. Distract you. Help you turn off that amazing brain of yours that I know is thinking up every worst-case scenario, hmm?” He rolls her onto her stomach, straddles her back, and kisses her bare shoulder before picking up the bottle of aloe he’d dropped on the bed earlier.

Hunter stands up and cups the back of my neck in his large hand. “It’s a good plan. Thank you.”

His approval means more to me than I would have expected. Still, I don’t want to mislead him. “It’s dangerous.”

“All of this has been dangerous. But we’re pack. And we won’t leave anyone behind or alone.”

Is that what it means to be pack? Maybe I’ve been thinking about this all wrong. I’ve only ever thought about how weak a pack would make me if I lose them, but there’s strength in this kind of connection, too. Could the benefit outweigh the risk?

“Are you gonna let us distract you, sunshine?” Phoenix asks, bringing me out of my thoughts. He rolls the towel down and massages the aloe into her shoulders.

“Ohhh.” She melts under his touch. “Yeah, okay.” Face against the mattress, she nods. “Please distract me. You’re gonna have to work a little harder than that, though. My mind is r-racing.” Her breath shudders as if she’s holding back tears.

Oh, my sweet ocean_omega. Hunter and I move quickly to our girl. I take the aloe and pour some on my palm before rubbing my thumbs into the sole of her foot. She moans encouragingly. Phoenix scoots up her body while continuing to work the tension from her shoulders, making room for Hunter to massage her thighs and ass.

There’s something so satisfying about working together to pamper and adore our omega, to give her what she needs to relax and let go. But I still feel tense. Phoenix looks over his shoulder at me, and his expression lets me know he’s worried, too. If the suits fail while we’re down there… No, I can’t think like that.

We won’t leave Caspian behind. No matter the risks.

Phoenix moves to the side. “Flip her.”

Hunter manhandles Madi onto her back before I can blink. Her towel loosens, falling open to reveal her stunning body. Fuck, I’d fantasized about how she’d look naked, but nothing compares to the real thing. Her smooth skin is browned from her time in the sun. The stark white tan lines made by her bikini are sexier than they ought to be, as if they’re highlighting the fact we’re privy to a sight even the sun hasn’t seen. The only marks on her skin are the silvery scar of Hunter’s bite and the fresh wounds from her new bonds, and something in me starts to itch. It isn’t quite jealousy, but it’s close.

Madi’s perfume explodes like a bomb. Summery sweetness with a rich boozy edge. She rubs her thighs together, bucking the air as she whimpers and writhes.

“Another heat spike?” Phoenix asks.

Madi doesn’t answer. Her eyes are glassy, cheeks rosy red.

“Makes sense.” Hunter places a palm over Madi’s lower belly, fingers spread. “She’s been without suppressants for days. I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t gone into a full blown heat.”

We all share a look filled with the same concern. Please, just be a spike.

Phoenix gives me a smile that’s all teeth. “This is perfect.”

“Perfect?” I ask. Madi having a heat spike—or a full heat—isn’t ideal right now.

“Yeah,” my firebird’s eyes are full of hunger, “perfect.”

I swallow, knowing what he’s going to ask, both craving and dreading the question.

“Let me bond you,” he says.

Madi moans loudly before I can answer, lifting her hips and grabbing her gorgeous breasts. Shit, we’ve already made her wait too long.

I’m spreading her legs and moving up her body before I know what I’m doing. The first graze of my tongue through her dripping slit is like the first sip of water after a drought.

In my periphery, I can tell Phoenix and Hunter are moving, but all I care about is my ocean. I drink her down, tasting creamy coconut, tangy pineapple, and rich rum. My tongue delves into her depths, licking up every drop. She cries out, muscles fluttering against my lips, legs suddenly straightening as she tenses, then collapses over the edge of bliss, scent getting even stronger than before.

I did that. I made her come within seconds. My beautiful, brilliant ocean girl. I kiss her clit, and she twitches everywhere as she rides out the aftershocks.

“So responsive.” Hunter’s rumbling voice sounds from somewhere to the right of us. He’s leaning against the headboard, towel gone from his waist, dick in his hand, slowly stroking himself. Guess I’m not the only one who likes to watch.

Where’s Phoenix? The question pops in my mind a second before I feel my firebird’s hands on my ass.

He leans over my back, supporting his weight on one hand while he pulls my sweatpants down with the other. “Give her what she wants, Sebby. Give her that beautiful beta cock.”