No Reservations—Part One

by Viola Grace

  She swallowed. “As long as you are sure. If you want that other stuff, I don’t mind you seeking it elsewhere. Honestly, I am just a new toy. The interest will wear off.”

  Argus laughed, Dexter snorted, and Ambrose gave her a slow grin.

  “When that day comes, precious, I will let you know.”

  Argus slipped out of her and kissed her softly, leaving the decision up to her.

  She looked into Ambrose’s eyes, and she reached for him. Being covered in the scents of her mates was soothing to the riot inside her. When his deft touches and slow exploration of her body brought them both to a joyful completion, she stroked his cheek and smiled. “I am going to have to learn your last names eventually.”

  They all looked at her in shock. She smiled and got to her feet, putting on her robe and leaving her nest. It was fine. They were still hers. She was still theirs, and she would come when they needed her. Now, they had to figure out how to bring up their names decorously.

  She returned to Ford and crawled into the nest near but not touching him. He pulled her in close. “Hmm. Smells like you had some fun.”

  “Dexter needed me, so he acted as bait and called the others once I was there.”

  “What’s wrong with Dexter?”

  “Growing pains, apparently. He’s having his final growth spurt.”

  Ford squeezed her. “How big is he gonna be?”

  “Six-six. Six-eight. No idea. I don’t even know how old he is. He won’t tell me.”

  Ford chuckled wickedly. “He’s twenty-one. He’s been designing jewels for select clients for years, but two years ago, he met the other two, and since there aren’t many feline alphas, he moved in immediately.”

  “Oh, god. I’m a cougar.” She covered her face.

  Ford kissed her shoulder and stroked a hand between her thighs.

  She hissed. “Don’t. I’m a mess.”

  He chuckled. “And yet, you are still delightful, but this makes you so slippery.”

  She squeaked, and he started trying to see how many fingers he could get inside her. She squirmed and panted, “Ford?”

  “Yes, honey?”

  “Can you be inside me now? I am a little desperate, and the fingers are just a tease. Please, Ford?”

  She looked at him over her shoulder. “Please?”

  He rolled her over, and he narrowed his eyes. “Are you playing me?”

  She held up her fingers about a centimetre from each other. “Just a little.”

  He grinned, and his eyes were bright. “Maybe I will get inside you, just a little.”

  She kissed him softly, and their tongues tangled together, sliding against each other until he pinned her down and took charge. His tongue’s slow thrust started to make her whimper and raise her hips to him.

  “Oh, no, honey. You want me, so you are going to have me on my terms.” He nuzzled her cheek and slowly made his way down her body. She moaned, yelped, and giggled twice before he smiled and moved over her, sliding inside her.

  She blinked. He was producing the same style of slick that she was. His cock felt nearly yielding but really tense at the same time. She arched back as he thrust into her, and the heavy waves of satisfaction rippled through her and had nothing to do with an imminent orgasm. He just felt so... good.

  The slow roll of his hips pushed him deep, and there was no knot to deal with. She was surprised at how smooth it was, and she clenched around him. He paused and shuddered. “Gods. Do that again.”

  She clenched, and he groaned, his throat vibrating. She clenched, and she purred. His eyes went wide, and he shoved deep. “Honey!”

  Olivia felt every spasm and every twitch as he came. She held him when he collapsed on her. She calmly wrapped her arms and legs around him, giving him a smacking kiss to the jaw.

  He groaned, and she purred.

  “How are you doing that, honey?”

  “I don’t know. I used to do it for pain control. To keep me calm. Don’t other omega’s do it?”

  “None of the women I know do it. I can, but it took practice. I was referring to the death grip you have on my cock. Alpha females have a lock like that, but it isn’t something I expected.”

  She sighed. “I can stop.”

  His head lifted. “No!”

  She laughed and slowly rolled her hips against him.

  His erection recovered, and he gave her a smug look. “I have a quick recovery time.”

  “I am suitably impressed.”

  “I also cum a lot, so if you thought you were messy after your three, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He kissed her. He moved his fingers between them and stroked her clit as he moved up her body and moved inside her at a different angle.

  He pushed up against her g-spot, and she whined and began to tremble against him as he stroked inside her.

  “Oh, I like that sound, do that again.”

  She glared at him, but he struck that spot again, and the whine came out. She shuddered, and he played her body, eliciting the sounds he wanted in the order he wanted them. She came twice during his exploration and only managed to squeeze him tight once.

  He shuddered and kissed her neck. “Oh, honey. I could drown in you happily.”

  She blushed. “You keep cumming, and I will be drowning from the inside out.”

  He nuzzled her and slid free, moving down her body to lie with his head between her breast. “There, that should let you drain, and then, I can fill you up again.”

  She blushed and held his head as he rubbed his face between her breasts. “Don’t you need to get some sleep?”

  “Ah, honey, this is better than sleep any day.”

  Her face remained warm, but she was pretty happy with the evening’s events. She had her guys, and Ford was really good at sex, so she had folks who could make her feel good, which meant that she was ahead of the game from two weeks prior, if she was counting score... and she was.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Yawning in the editing suite was distracting for Ford, so he sent her off to the pool for a swim to clear her head.

  She was finishing a lap when she saw feet next to the pool. She pulled up and leaned against the tiled edge, and looked up.

  A handsome alpha stood there, his clothing was impeccable, and his appearance was Indian.

  She smiled. “Hello.”

  He crouched next to her. “Hello, pretty. Is Ford in?”

  “Yeah. He’s editing.”

  “He left you alone?”

  She grinned and pointed to the shadows where Rick was waiting. “No.”

  “Ah. Very wise. I was fighting the urge to sweep you away, little pretty.”

  “Please, fight it. I don’t want you hurt.” She glanced behind him and smiled.

  She waved at the figure behind him. “Hey, Dex.”

  He growled at the man and said, “Hey, Olivia. Is he bothering you?”

  “No. But he is between me and my towel, so things are about to escalate one way or another.”

  “Yemeen, stand aside.”

  She looked at him with understanding. “Oh, I get it now.”

  She touched the bottom of the pool and lunged upward and out of the water. Dex muttered, “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

  Yemeen stared as she walked to the towel and wrapped herself up. Dex walked up to her and took another towel, drying off her hair. “You have to swim naked?”

  “The suits don’t fit, and the tops come off when I swim anyway. I am just skipping an unnecessary step.” She beamed.

  “And the bottoms?”

  “I don’t want to clash.”

  He pressed his forehead to hers and kissed her. “Very sensible.”

  Yemeen looked at her and Dexter. “She’s your mate?”

  “She’s our omega.” He rubbed his nose against hers.

  Yemeen stared. “She’s an omega.”

  Olivia looked at him. “Yes. Don’t worry about the scent
thing. There is an explanation, but you don’t need to hear it.”

  Yemeen blinked. “But, you are an omega compatible with feline alphas?”

  “Yeah.”

  Dexter wrapped his arms around her. “She’s part of our pride. You have made your opinion of our little gathering quite clear, so you can just stuff it.”

  Yemeen was staring at them in shock, “But, she’s an omega with a feline affinity.”

  Olivia gave him a thumbs-up. “I am also screwed up as hell. So, it is a lot of giving and take.”

  Yemeen looked at her, at Dexter’s protective grip, and then Ford came out, and he said, “Yemeen. You made it. I see you have met Olivia. Olivia Haven, this is Yemeen Basu. He’s one of the designers I mentioned yesterday. Yemeen, come inside. Olivia promised to act as a housekeeper when I have solitary guests, and since I need to talk to Dexter as well, it is best that you both come inside together.”

  Olivia blinked at the thought of Dexter and Yemeen coming inside together. Her perfume started up, and Dexter chuckled. Yemeen physically jerked in surprise. He smelled like sweet almonds. She could catch his scent from ten feet away.

  She rinsed off under the outdoor shower when they had gone inside and towelled off her hair. She had never considered herself an exhibitionist, but pulling on her bra, panties, and jeans, she realized that she didn’t give a fuck who was looking. Her crop top slid into place, and she pulled her hair into a loose tail. She dropped the towels into the hamper and headed inside.

  She smiled brightly. “So, what’s everyone in the mood for?”

  Three pairs of intense eyes locked on her, and she blinked. “Oh. That isn’t on the breakfast menu. How about waffles?”

  Ford grinned. “Spoilsport. And coffee.”

  She nodded and set about the coffee, gathering ingredients on the way. The guys were talking earnestly at the table, and she brought the carafe and supplies out with cups while the waffle iron was heating.

  Dexter wrapped an arm around her waist. She looped an arm over his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his temple and then his lips when he lifted his head.

  Yemeen rapped his knuckles on the table. “I get it. Look at what I am missing. Subtle.”

  Dexter laughed. “No. She doesn’t know about that. She’s just super tactile when she knows she can touch and be touched.”

  “Stop bragging. My apologies, Mr. Basu.”

  “So, you don’t know that I turned down membership in the pride two months ago?”

  She blinked and shrugged. “I just joined the pride six weeks ago tentatively, and a week and a half officially. No one mentioned you until yesterday. And only then in reference to costume design or dress design. I forget which.”

  The waffle iron chirped, and she headed over to make waffles.

  Yemeen blinked and asked Dexter, “You really didn’t invite me over here to taunt me?”

  Ford sipped at his coffee. “I did. I spent a very sleep-depriving night in the arms of Miss Haven, and I must say, she has stamina that I find gratifyingly endless. She also gives herself with no reservations and thrives at every touch.”

  She threw a strawberry at his head, and it landed with a satisfying thwack. He stared at her in shock. “You threw a strawberry at me.”

  “No, Ford, I hit you with a strawberry. I don’t miss.” She smiled sweetly and made the next waffle while she dusted the first with icing sugar, a fanned strawberry, and a blob of whipped cream.

  She brought it to the table. “Mr. Basu? Waffle?”

  “Uh... yeah, please. Thank you. Call me Yemeen.”

  She slid the waffle in front of him with a smile, and then she stroked Dexter’s cheek as she passed. He was suddenly more smug and less pouty.

  The next waffle went to Dexter, and Ford got the third. She set it down in front of him and then hugged him from behind, rubbing her breasts gently against his shoulders. “Let me know if you want more... waffles.”

  Dexter held his plate out eagerly.

  She came around, took his plate, and kissed his forehead, ruffling her fingers through his hair.

  He tilted up his head for a proper kiss, and she administered one, tasting the strawberries and cream.

  Yemeen was breathing heavily. “Now you are taunting me.”

  “Yeah. I am.” She winked and looked at his plate. “Are waffles not to your liking?”

  He looked down, and his cheeks darkened. “I forgot I had it. It does look good.”

  “If you want a fresh one, let me know, but if you don’t like it, I can make you an omelette or something.”

  He paused. “May I have a kiss?”

  Dexter growled.

  Olivia looked at the tiny nod from Ford. “Only a kiss?”

  Yemeen nodded. “Yes, I just want to know how badly I fucked up.”

  She shrugged and walked over to him, leaning in when he got to his feet. She blinked and leaned back. “You are a pretty big fella, aren’t you?”

  He grinned and leaned down, touching her neck, the other hand at her waist. She was going to warn him, but he pulled her tight to his body, and his mouth moved carefully across hers as if he was worried she would break. He reminded her of Dexter in his approach. He gained her full cooperation, and then, his tongue teased her lips. She opened her lips, and he started purring. That started a reaction in her, and his hands tightened, pulling her flush against him as her scent filled the air around them.

  His scent thickened the air, and she rolled her hips against his erection. She whined, and his hands clenched on her, activating Dexter’s mark. He groaned and was on his feet, pressing against her back and sliding a hand up and under her shirt. She whined again and broke the kiss with Yemeen. He growled and leaned in, but she hissed.

  He jerked his head back.

  She pulled Dexter’s hand out of her shirt. “Easy, Dex.”

  He leaned his head toward her shoulder and licked at her neck. He whined.

  She could feel his tension, and she turned to him. “What do you need, Dex?”

  He looked at her and whined.

  Ford murmured, “Take him upstairs if you like. Or bang him on the counter. I don’t mind.”

  “Since I don’t want to rub Yemeen’s nose in it, I will take him to the guestroom. We’ll be down in a few minutes.”

  Dexter picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, striding up to the second floor and right to her guestroom. He dropped her on the bed and removed her jeans, cut her panties off with the claws he rarely used, and then, he pushed up her shirt, pulled down her bra, and sucked hard while fumbling with his own clothes. He was inside her a few moments later, and she was slick and welcoming as he drove home.

  She screamed. He roared, and then, they had to wait.

  He sighed. “I really have to learn to stop knotting you. Well, when there are other things to be done.”

  She giggled. “I don’t mind. My therapist appointment isn’t until two anyway. I have plenty of time.”

  He sighed. “Is Ford taking you?”

  “Um, no. I didn’t ask him. He offered one of his bodyguards, but I am going to try to figure out how to take a cab.”

  “So, you didn’t remind him.”

  “Nope.”

  Dexter sighed.

  “So, what is the deal with Yemeen anyway?”

  “Well, his aura is like mine. Tiger affinity. When Ambrose ran into him at a fundraiser, he offered him an association with our pride. Yemeen was... not complimentary about our pride. When he was told we were registered with the Omega Centre, he laughed in Ambrose’s face.”

  She blinked. “Oh. Now that makes sense.”

  She undulated to check his status and contracted hard around him. He jerked and fell forward with a grunt. “Damn, Olivia.”

  She threaded her fingers through his hair. “I just had to check. You have about a minute before you come loose.”

  “You can tell that?”

  Olivia smil
ed. “I am building a mental catalogue of your reactions, how deep you go, and how hard your knot is.” She frowned. “It shouldn’t be that engorged.”

  He ducked his head. “I think I am close to my first proper rut.”

  “Oh, geez. Well, at least it only lasts for a day or two. Wait, do the others go through it as well?”

  “Only once a year or so. Argus and Ambrose are older; it doesn’t hit as often as it does for me.”

  She blinked. “What did you do before I came along?”

  “Jerked off... a lot.”

  She giggled.

  He came loose, and she exhaled as the cool air met wet flesh. “That is so disconcerting.”

  He kissed her and said, “Wait a moment.”

  He left her and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned and pressed a warm washcloth to her. “Ambrose has been impressing the importance of aftercare on me.”

  She hissed as he tidied up after himself and herself. “Nice, but remember that a few seconds ago, your barbs were joining the knot in me to lock you in place. Gently.”

  “Does it really hurt?”

  “No. It is like... you know that super tense feeling right before you cum?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It is like that but sharper. It feels good, but it is a dangerous kind of good. Like when I get bitten during sex. Same kind of thing.”

  She put her breasts back into their proper configuration and pulled her shirt down.

  Dexter sighed. “I can bite you at other times?”

  “Yeah, just not a bonding bite. More pressure, less puncturing the skin.”

  “You know I am going to have to try that.”

  “I have to be really high to enjoy that, so keep that in mind, or I will punch you.”

  Dexter grinned. “I will keep it in mind. Are you up to put your jeans on?”

  “Yeah, but that was my last pair of panties. You jerk. I am going to have to head to your house to get more.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so. There’s an order coming in later today, along with some swimwear that will fit. You don’t have to wear it, but it is an option.” Ford grinned from the open doorway.

  She smelled sweet almond. “Don’t tell me he was watching.”

  “Okay, I won’t tell you, but he is grovelling to Ambrose right now.”