Page 115 of Ondine: Vol. 2

Very unlike the Sabbies I’ve come to know.

Like a well-choreographed dance, Sebastian is gone but in his place are Arnie and Freddie.

Naked Arnie and Freddie.

Arnie rubs me head to toe in a vanilla smelling soap. Freddie washes my hair. He purrs for me while Arnie hums.

Arnie gets me between my legs and ass. My head falls back against Freddie in pleasure.

“Bite me,” I ask.

Freddie rinses off my shoulders under the hot water, then puts his mouth on his bite. I reach back and push his head into me. Finally, he bites hard. Breaking the skin. Reaffirming our bond. To my absolute pleasure, he continues to bite harder and harder until I see blood run down the drain.

Arnie drops to his knees in front of me. He spread my thighs and put his hot mouth over my pussy and clit.

“Oh my god!” I cry out in pleasure.

I adjust my legs wider, and Arnie takes every bit of space I give him. His tongue pushes into me and I abandon all thoughts. Arnie pushes up the hood of my clit with his thumb and then sucks it into his mouth. He inserts three fingers into my pussy and pumps them hard and fast.

This is what my omega needs. Bites and blood and tongues and bare skin.

Freddie’s palm comes down onto my ass. He soothes the sudden pain with gentle pets. He licks his fresh bond mark, tending to it gently.

All the attention and stimulation is making me insane.

It’s Freddie’s middle finger, that pushes into my ass, that sets off my climax. I scream and hold Arnie’s head to my pussy as I ride his face through my orgasm.

Freddie switches off the shower, and then it’s Shadow drying me off, starting at my feet. We smile at each other when he reaches my top.

“Ondine,” he says with reverence.

“Shadow,” I reply.

“Jake is waiting for you.”

***

It’s time. It can’t wait any longer. She needs the bond. I need the bond.

Shadow tosses the towel onto the counter and leads me out of the bathroom to Jake’s childhood bedroom. It still has posters of celebrity alphas. Alternative bands. Video game art.

It is nice though. Clean. Blue gray color palette. He clearly has always been a classy person.

He sits on a desk chair facing me, but we are far apart, the entire room between us. He sits like a king on a throne. His elbow is propped up and his hand covers his chin. His legs are out wide.

He looks like his patience is almost nearly out.

Jake Meier.

Shadow is right behind me. He says, “He wanted to wait for your heat. But we don’t know what Boone gave you and how much. We aren’t waiting any longer for this bond, my love.”

I’m naked as the day I was born. Jake is wearing a gray suit. And yet it feels like me who possesses all the power here—he’s the one who’s most vulnerable.

Arnie sits on the bed with his professional face on, despite being in underwear and nothing else. Freddie is also in his underwear and he is standing by the bed.

Shadow’s body heat is on my back, behind me. Sebastian stands next to Jake. His wet clothes are gone, and he’s just as naked as me.

Jake sits back in his chair, as cool as ever, and says, “Crawl to me.”