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Raine spins in my arms, plastering her back to my front, inadvertently rubbing across my engorged dick. I groan softly, pulling her hips harder into me while my face buries itself in her neck. Her head tilts to the side, giving me access to her bitten gland, and she asks Ferris, “Can we use it for bathing?”
His eyes are glued to where my mouth hovers over the bite. I’m not even sure if he’s breathing. Slowly, so he can track every movement, I drag my beard over the length of Raine’s neck, making her back arch on a gasp. Gooseflesh rushes down her arms as her perfume explodes around us. Needing to taste her, I lick a hot, wet line down from her jaw to her scent gland, pausing there to suck it hard.
Her little cry of pleasure goes straight to my knot, and a primal growl rattles my teeth as I grip her tighter and release my own feral pheromones. All the while, Ferris watches, still as a statue, not even blinking, like he can’t bear to miss a single moment. When the aroused spice of his scent hits me, I can’t help but buck my hips into Raine’s ass.
“Ferris?” Raine breathes. “Is the water okay for bathing? I’d like to get this Biter blood off my skin before I get a rash.”
Ferris swallows hard and when he speaks, his voice is deep and smoky. “Here,” he says, grabbing a bucket hidden by the wall. “I brought some.”
He walks toward us, amber eyes gleaming, and places the bucket at Raine’s feet. He drops to his knees right there, looking up at her, but also at me, and my blood catches fire. Ferris grabs a piece of torn fabric from his pocket, dips it into the bucket, and then wrings it out.
“May I?” he asks. I hold my breath, waiting to see what Raine will say.
“Yes,” she agrees, and Ferris grabs one of her hands, gently cleaning from her forearm to fingertip, before repeating the same on her other arm. His eyes are glued to her skin, reverent and concentrating. When there’s not a speck of blood left, he rises higher on his knees and wipes the wet rag across her forehead, cheeks, and finally her neck. There, he takes his time, almost like he’s trying to remove my scent.
When he’s satisfied with his work, he falls back onto his heels and puts the rag back in the bucket, ready to stand. Not yet, my wolf snarls, so I tell Ferris, “Help her get out of these filthy clothes.”
His pupils blow wide, nearly eating up the amber fire, but he looks to Raine for permission first. Good boy, my wolf purrs.
Her head dips with consent, and then he slides his hands up her thick thighs to unbutton her cargo pants. The hiss of the zipper lowering hardens her nipples under her shirt, and then the fly gapes, exposing her cute curls already wet with want. The scent of her slick permeates the air in a luscious cloud, and Ferris and I both growl.
His hands shake as his fingers dip into the waistband of Raine’s pants, hooking to drag the material down in a torturously slow descent. Once they’re pooled around her boots, I nudge her legs apart, relishing the sound made by her juicy cunt as her labia part. Ferris growls darkly, eyes locked on her exposed flesh. I help her out of her soiled shirt until she’s standing naked between us, hobbled by her own pants.
My whole body feels doused in flames as I slowly absorb every inch of her naked body for the first time. Perfection, my wolf growls, and I wholeheartedly agree. Our mate is intoxicating.
My eyes flick to Ferris, and he whispers, “I wasn’t sure I’d get to see you like this again.” He looks so broken and possessive on his knees. Raine whines softly, the tone full of confusing disbelief that he’s actually here.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, body vibrating.
Raine’s scent becomes uncertain even if her body bends toward the promise of pleasure. She shakes her head, rosy cheeks darkening into a full flush, then declares, “You only get to watch.”
She grabs the arm I have banded around her waist and moves my hand to cup her heat. She leans her head back into me, exposing her throat, and asks, “Is this okay? Can I show my mate what he tried to give up?”
I groan desperately, so fucking turned on I’m about to cream my pants, again. “Fuck, yes,” I breathe.
Her little whimpers are music to my ears, and I trail two fingers through her wetness up to her swollen clit. I swirl my fingers over the hood, smearing her slick all around so that my fingers easily glide as I begin to strum her in earnest. Her arms loop around my neck, nails digging in as her full breasts jiggle with every jerk and twitch of her hips.
Ferris watches everything, eyes blown black. His scent is an intoxicating mix of aroused spice, burnt anger, and challenging dominance. A weaker alpha would be cowed by his essence, but not only am I rock hard, my knot pulses as it swells. Watching his face switch between devoted obsession when he looks at Raine, and barely veiled threat when he looks at me, makes my canines ache.
Raine writhes as I stimulate her clit, her thighs tensing as I bring her closer to the edge. Her scent turns sweet and creamy, her back bends away from my body, and her knees shake, then she gushes all over my hand as she groans out her orgasm. My eyes flick between her gorgeous face, strong body, and Ferris kneeling on the ground like a man at a shrine.
Raine’s scent suddenly sours, her pheromones dropping as her whines become panicked. Ferris stands immediately, body tense, and asks, “What’s wrong, omega?”
Instead of answering, her hands scramble to undo Ferris’s pants, only slowing down and settling when she has his thick cock in her hand. I try not to stare, but he looks so good in her fist, with the ruddy tip glistening with a drop of his seed. She begins clumsily stroking him, murmuring about how she needs his cum, and it finally clicks.
“Do you need alpha’s pheromones, baby?” Ferris looks at me, lost, but indulgent.
I explain, “Her hormones are still trying to stabilize. If your mating had gone the way it was supposed to, she’d be pumped full of your cum and sated. She didn’t get that aftercare, but now you’re here, and she needs you.”
He swallows hard, his expression contorting as his warring feelings flash across his face. He closes his eyes, breathes deeply, and when he opens them again, he pins me, teeth bared, and asks, “What do I do?”
I can tell how much it costs him to defer to me, to ask me for help while his omega is vulnerable and his dick is out. But he did, and my wolf is so fucking pleased that a purr starts rumbling in my chest. “Give her what she wants,” I growl like the animal I am. “Come on her pussy.”
His eyes roll back in his head, teeth clenched in a snarl. “Fuck,” he grunts, then murmurs, “already so close.”
I look down as Raine jerks his dick, her smaller hand barely wrapping around his shaft, but doing so well that I feel the need to praise her. “Such a good omega,” I start, “look at you, getting your cum from your alpha. He loves it, baby. He can’t wait to paint your pussy.”
Her hips begin rocking in the air, looking for some friction, so I reach back down and thrum her clit again. Ferris curses, body shuddering as he watches Raine’s hand on him and my hand on her.
