“What’s going on? May I come in?” he asks, low and husky.
I turn to see him, his amber eyes darting between me and Delilah, hunger blazing in the depths like a wildfire. I send him a pulse of desire mixed with concern, glancing down at Delilah before nodding to beckon him inside. He slips through the door, closing it behind him before crossing to where I’m standing, still holding Delilah.
“What’s going on, little one?” he mutters, smoothing Delilah’s hair back as he forces her to look up at him.
Delilah jumps slightly at the touch, but doesn’t pull away, looking up at my alpha with the same sort of broken longing that she gave me in the tub.
“My head…it’s too full,” she mutters, barely loud enough for the sound to reach my ears.
“And you want us to help you empty it?” Bones continues, surprisingly gentle.
Delilah nods, flushing bright pink across her nose and cheeks. Bones chuckles, and one corner of his mouth twitches up with the ghost of a smile.
“I won’t touch you while you’re like this, little one. You aren’t ready for my brand of attention just yet, and certainly not when you’re in this head space,” Bones says, petting her hair a little.
I almost object when Delilah’s face crumbles, tears appearing in her eyes. But Bones looks at me, our bond humming with excitement and raw need, and it stops the words dead in my throat.
“What I will do, however, is sit here and watch. And you two will obey every command I give you. How does that sound, omegas?” Bones continues.
I nod eagerly, my cock twitching to life, and I have to adjust Delilah in my arms to hide it. But Delilah squirms, her thighs pressing together in my hold.
“Yes, Alpha. I’d…I want that,” Delilah says, sounding more like herself already.
“Good omegas. Now, get into the nest while I pull up a chair.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I walk up the short set of stairs, settling Delilah in the center of the nest, tugging her towel away and leaving both of us bare. Her nipples harden before my eyes, either from exposure or desire, it doesn’t matter to me. My hands twitch at my sides, desperate to touch her, to worship every inch of her. She’s looking so much better than she did only a month ago as she’s finally started to put weight back on. Her ribs aren’t visible anymore, and there’s the beginning of curves from her waist to her hips.
But she’ll always be my little wisp.
“Look at how beautiful both of you are, sitting there, waiting for me. And you’re going to be good omegas, aren’t you? You’re going to listen and do exactly as I say?”
I melt as Bones speaks, his voice taking on a slight sub-audible hum, his alpha nature calling out to me, and Delilah, too, judging by the way her face drops, all tension sliding away.
“Yes, Alpha,” she whispers, not turning to look at him.
I nod and swallow. My cock already aches, and we haven’t even begun.
“Words, Teddy,” Bones snaps.
Fuck, he’s so hot when he talks like that.
“Yes, Alpha,” I answer.
“Good. Now, let’s play.”
Chapter forty-seven
IshiverasBonesspeaks, my nipples aching as they harden even further. I drop my eyes from Joker’s face, knowing my role in this scenario.
“Look at me, little wisp,” Joker murmurs, something akin to a growl in his tone.
I lift my eyes to his, my breath catching as I see how little of his irises are showing around his blown out pupils. His cock twitches, the tip brushing my lower belly, leaving a smear of his precum.
“Keep looking at him, little one. Don’t look away. Teddy, play with her nipples. Just a little, not too rough. For now.” Bones’s commands are rough and low, butfull of heat.
I swallow around a sudden lump in my throat as Joker’s hands skate over my skin, feather light but electric. Goosebumps rise in their wake, my breasts heavier in anticipation. My eyes stay on the omega’s face as he brushes his thumbs across the lower swell of my breasts, my breathing getting a little shakier.
“So responsive, aren’t you, beautiful?” Joker practically purrs, a smirk lifting one corner of his perfect mouth.