“Seriously?” I deadpanned, giving River a death glare. “This is the ‘cool trick’ you wanted to show me?”
He widened his eyes at me and placed his hands on my waist. “You don’t think this is a cool trick?” he asked with all the innocence of a damn hellhound. Ugh.
“Teaching me how to use a washing machine and dryer is not a ‘cool trick’ you ass. It’s a shitty trick to fool me into doing everyone’s washing. You know I just lost fifty bucks to Caleb on this?” I was pouting and I knew it. But fuck dammit, I hated losing bets!
“Ah, but I won two hundred getting you to do it, so if I just take you out to a nice dinner, we are both winners.” He arched a brow at me, and I bit my lip to keep from smiling at him. Charming bastard. I was definitely blaming his accent for my inability to stay mad at him.
“Besides,” he continued, “what better way to get you alone for”—he leaned past me to check the timer on the massive washer— “sixty-eight minutes? And that doesn’t include drying, ironing, or folding. We could be down here all day at this rate.”
“Hmmm,” I hummed, eyeing him shrewdly. “I’m starting to think that hellhound is turning you into a bit of a sneaky badass, River Morgan.”
He leaned in closer to me, pausing with his lips near mine. “And if it is?”
“Then I’m all for it,” I replied in a breathy whisper, silently begging him to kiss me.
He did one better than that. With his hands on my waist, he boosted me up and sat my ass on the top of the washing machine, pulling my legs apart so he could stand between them. His lips pressed to mine with a demand, not a request, his tongue slipping into my mouth with a wild hunger I had only glimpsed in him since he’d embraced his dual nature.
It was feral and dangerous and hot as the damn sun. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Maybe I need to do laundry more often,” I murmured as he pulled back to strip my shirt off me and toss it aside. River chuckled, but his only response was to unbutton my jeans, then lift my ass to peel them slowly down my legs.
“Kitten,” he purred, finding me commando under the denim. “What is this?”
I huffed, but also bit back a moan as his fingertips brushed my naked groin. “Well, for starters, Cole keeps ripping my panties and you keep stealing them. And for another thing, have you seen how long it’s been since we did laundry? I’m fresh out!”
He laughed properly this time, stroking his hands up my sides and unhooking my bra to toss it on the floor with the rest of my clothes. “That’s as good a reason as any,” he agreed, palming my breasts.
“Did that door have a lock on it?” I mumbled through my aroused stupor as River took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked at it.
We were in the basement of the Omega residential building and, considering just how many people were on campus at the moment, there was probably a damn good chance of someone walking in on us.
Then again…
“Do you care, Kitten?”
“Uh,” I groaned. “No.”
I really didn’t, either, but to save any of the younger recruits any embarrassment, I used my magic to slide a chair under the door handle before giving myself over to whatever River wanted to do for the duration of a wash cycle.
“I have been going damn near out of my mind this past week, Kitten,” he admitted to me as his hands roamed my body and I kissed his neck. “Have you been deliberately avoiding us?”
“Uh,” I hedged, “maybe?”
He let a rather wolfish growl rumble his chest, and when he met my eyes, I swear the gold flickered a little. “Well, stop. That’s an order, Kitten.”
My eyes widened, and heat pooled between my legs. “Yes, sir.”
“Now I am going to need to punish you, so I expect you to sit there and take it with grace. Are we clear?” He arched a brow at me, and my breath caught in my throat, rendering me speechless. Instead, I simply nodded. “Pardon me, Kitten? I will need your verbal response.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed again, and he nodded.
“Good girl.” He took my hands from his shoulders and placed them on the top of the washer, beside my butt.
Anticipation was driving my arousal higher, and I chewed my lower lip as I watched him roll up his shirt sleeves. “What are you going to do, sir?”
A decidedly wicked smile curved his lips, and he parted my legs wider with strong hands, sinking to his knees between them. “This,” he replied, his hot breath fanning over my exposed pussy and making me whimper. “For as long as I damn well like.”
The washer gave a jerk and shudder right as his fingers spread my pussy open and his tongue touched my already swollen clit, startling me into a little scream. Suddenly I was understanding the appeal of doing the laundry.
For far, far longer than any man should torture a woman, River teased at me with his lips, tongue, fingers, and teeth, until I was a panting, begging, sobbing mess on top of the washer. For its part, the machine was doing a damn good impression of me, the way it shuddered and quivered beneath me.
“Sir, please,” I begged for what felt like the millionth time, “you’re killing me here. I swear, I learned my lesson. Please, please, finish me the fuck off.”
“Hmm,” he murmured, nipping the inside of my thigh and smirking up at me with wet lips. “Perhaps you have learned. I think this lesson really needs to be driven home, though.”
Before I could demand to know what in the hell he meant by that, he pulled something from his pocket and slid it along the length of my soaking core. “This, my darling Kitten,” he informed me as the ribbed silicone toy massaged my sensitive flesh, “is going in here.” He used the small end to circle my asshole and then applied a little pressure. “Where it will stay until I tell you otherwise. Am I clear?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” I panted, pushing into the toy with eager acceptance.
“Good girl,” he praised, pushing with more pressure until the ribbed creation was firmly inside me with the tight ring of muscle holding it in place.
Getting to his feet, he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, showing me that he, too, was going commando today. Then again, I knew from experience that was his preference regardless of the laundry situation.
“I hope I am making my point clear, Kitten,” he teased, tapping at my desperately swollen clit with the tip of his granite cock.
I moaned a little, trying to scoot myself closer to him, but feeling the toy in my ass shift, I almost blacked out from sheer pleasure. “Crystal clear, sir,” I responded, regripping the top of the washing machine as it slowed it’s wobbling but began whirring like something else was starting.
“Excellent, Kitten. Exactly what I like to hear. Now hold on tight; the spin cycle just started.”
His warning didn’t come a moment too soon. My hands locked around his neck, and his cock drove deep inside me right as the washer began shaking like a thing possessed. Even under the most mundane circumstances, the vibrations off the washing machine would be enough to drive one to orgasm. Add to that a toy buried in my ass and a hard cock pumping in and out of my cunt… I was destroyed.
Needless to say, when we finally made it back upstairs with baskets of perfectly laundered clothes for everyone, I had seriously changed my opinion of doing laundry. Fucking sign me up on a weekly basis if it was always going to be like that.
“How long am I keeping this inside me?” I murmured to River as we paused to kiss outside the apartment door.
“Until you are so wet and desperate to be fucked, you can barely stand. Then you’ll come to me on your hands and knees and beg me to remove it… and replace it with something more satisfying. Understood?” He murmured the sultry words in my ear, and I shivered with anticipation.
Still, it didn’t hurt to be a little defiant.
“What makes you think that will happen soon?” I challenged and instantly saw that he’d been waiting for that exact response. Reaching back into his pocket, he extracted a tiny remote—like a garage door opener, except when he clicked the button on this remote, the silicone plugged up my ass began buzzing with an intensity that made my knees weak.
Damn him.
Determined to be stubborn, I managed to hold out all through dinner and even managed not to smack River in his smug face when Caleb asked me to help wash up and he hit the damn vibrate button.
By the time the twins and Vali had headed out to run night classes, though, I was on the verge of killing someone with my mutant, overstimulated sex drive. Shit was getting out of hand.
“Everything okay in here?” River asked with an innocently neutral expression on his face as I put away the last plate and hung my towel up to dry.
Whirling around to glare at him, I propped my hands on my hips and glanced around to see where Cole and Wes were.
“No, Alpha. Things are not bloody okay,” I hissed at him in a whispered mockery of his accent. “You know that damn fucking well too. Now, what do you plan to do about it?”
His lips curved in a self-satisfied smile, and he tipped his head toward the bedroom. “Come on then, Kitten.” In a few brisk strides he was already inside the room and loosening his tie before my tingling, frazzled body could stumble into action and follow him. The second I crossed the threshold and closed the door, he held up a hand to halt me in my tracks.
“On your knees, Kitten,” he demanded, getting comfortable on the bed and gazing at me with hooded eyes. “I want to see you crawl to me and then beg for me to fuck you.”
Growling under my breath, but not able to deny the rush of arousal at his command, I sank to my knees and did as I was told.
“Please, sir,” I begged when I reached the side of the bed. “Please will you fuck me and relieve this unbearable state of constant arousal you’ve left me in all damn evening?”
“Your begging could use some work, Kitten,” he observed. “But we can work on that. Take your clothes off. All of them.”
Eager to get down to it, I tore my shirt over my head and unclipped my bra, then felt a cool breeze against my full breasts as the door opened, and I hesitated at my waistband.
“Keep stripping, Kitten,” River ordered me, his hand cupping the bulge in his suit pants as he looked over to the door. “What’s up, Cole?”
“Sorry, Alpha,” Cole rumbled, actually sounding apologetic. “Vali has hit a snag with one of the shifters that he says he needs your help on.”
I watched as River’s jaw twitched with frustration and his eyes caressed my now naked form. “Can it wait?”
Cole grunted a noise. “Apparently not. Need me to take over here?” He suddenly sounded a whole lot less apologetic, and I cast him a wink over my shoulder.
River didn’t respond for a moment then sighed heavily. “Fine, I’ll go. You and Wes can probably handle this.” He gave me a mischievous smile. “To be continued, Kitten.”
“Count on it, sir,” I promised him, then grinned up at Cole who came to stand on the opposite side of the bed from me, his pants already open.
River reluctantly left the room, calling for Wes on his way, and both Cole and I waited for the shyest member of our team to come and join the fun.
“Hey guys, River said you—” Wes cut off as he entered the room and saw what was going on. Or what was about to go on. “Oh,” he murmured, his cheeks flushing.
“Get on the bed, Vixen,” Cole instructed me with his thick cock now fully erect and in his hand. “On your back with your head here.” His knee tapped the bed below his crotch, and I knew my eyes had widened with excitement.
“Yes, Cutie,” I murmured, clambering as sexily as possible onto the bed and lying on my back as he had described. From that angle I could clearly see Wesley’s stunned expression as he followed some sort of unspoken command to come around to the side of the bed where my feet dangled off the edge.
“Now, River might have mentioned to me earlier that he’d left you a little present to be dealt with, and I think just maybe Wes and I can help you out.” Cole looked down at me, but his face was obscured by the thick cock gripped in his strong hand above my face. “Would you like that?”
“More than I can possibly verbalize,” I admitted with a breathy moan, licking my lips.
The gesture wasn’t lost on Cole, and he stroked a thumb across my lower lip. “Good. Wes, you are welcome to join in whenever you feel comfortable.”
I sneaked a quick glance at Wes standing between my feet and looking torn between awkward and turned all-the-fucking-way on. The latter emotion seemed to be winning out as Cole coaxed my lips apart and began feeding his hard dick into my mouth.
Really, it took almost no time at all for Wesley’s arousal to win over awkwardness—something I had no doubt Cole knew would happen just as well as I had. Wes loved to watch. After only a few moments of sucking Cole’s cock, the mattress shifted with the weight of an extra person, and Wesley’s confident hands spread my thighs apart.
“Good choice,” Cole encouraged, his voice breathy already.
Wesley murmured something back and began easing his own erect cock inside of me. With the plug still firmly inside my ass, it was a tighter fit than he’d previously had with me, and he groaned as he bottomed out and began to move.
My already frazzled nerves caught fire, and I started whimpering around Cole’s dick as Wesley fucked me. The toy inside my ass moved with his motions, almost like there was an extra person involved, making me even more aroused—if that was even possible.
“Fuck me,” Cole muttered after some time, when my hands reached up to fondle his balls. “Ugh, Christ. Wes, pick her up to straddle you.”
He withdrew his cock from my throat, and Wesley swiftly did as instructed—giving me a serious case of head-spin in the process. By the time the spots cleared from my vision, we’d settled into a new position. Wes was on his knees and my legs were wrapped around his waist, exposing my backside and the neon blue silicone end of the plug to Cole’s warm fingers.
“Ready, Vixen?” he murmured in my ear, even as Wes kept up a shallow thrust in my pussy.
“Ready for what?” I replied, still feeling fuzzy and lightheaded from the hours of sexual frustration and quick position change.
He didn’t need to explain any further though, as the toy was yanked quickly from my ass in one swift tug—then replaced with something much bigger and much more satisfying.
“Holy fucking—” The rest of whatever I might’ve said was lost in a string of incoherent babble as I plunged into a mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasm that left me shaking between them.
Cole chuckled against my back, the prick, but Wes kissed me with such passion that I needed to take a moment and check that I wasn’t inside one of his euphoric dreamscapes.
The two of them came shortly after, but not before they’d wrung another soul-shattering climax from me. Greedy bastards.
“River’s going to be in such a bad mood when he gets back,” Wesley snickered as the three of us lay there in a sweaty, panting mess.
“Good,” I muttered with a sleep-thickened voice. “Serves him damn right for playing games with me.”
Cole snorted a short laugh. “He should have known better. He’ll be even more pissed when he finds out that there was no emergency with Vali’s shifter kids.”
This made me push up a little to stare at him. “There wasn’t?” He shook his head. “Then what’s keeping him so long?”
Cole shrugged, looking smug. “Wild goose chase to find the class. He’ll be back any minute now, though.”
It was so evil I couldn’t help but laugh. Yep, River was not going to be a happy camper when he got back. Not at all. And he damn well deserved it.
