She squeezed my hand. Then it was all business. The pack moved as one. Raine put fresh paper on the chair and arm rest, while Jackal set up the inks. Athame brought me to a drawing table which was lightly inclined. She flipped a switch and then the entire surface had an angelic glow. She worked in record time, making the design identical to the others, except instead of an Alpha symbol, the word was surrounded by an Omega symbol.
She sat back on her chair. “How’s that?”
I bit my lip hard, stomping down the weepy emotions that threatened to bubble up. “I love it. Don’t change a single thing.”
My heart hammered in my chest. Ostray. That was my pack.
Athame stood from the table and lifted her long jacket off my shoulders. Cool air brushed against my exposed butt. I forced myself not to react. She picked up the paper and fit the stencil to my wrist, then peeled back the paper. “What do you think?”
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “It’s going to be perfect.”
Athame took my hand and escorted me to the client chair.
Jackal stalked around to the back of me. “Let’s get you more comfortable.”
He wrapped his arms around my waist and undid the fly of my jeans. My breath hitched and he smelled my hair, and pushed my pants down my thighs, past my knees, and gravity pooled them to my ankles. I kicked off my boots and stepped out of my pants, then slid onto the chair.
The chair wasn’t reclined, it was upright, but Raine extended the right armrest so he could work better. Athame ran her hand over my hair.
“You alright with needles?” Raine asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Stay absolutely still,” Jackal said, almost as if issuing a challenge. Raine cleaned the area of my wrist, then I heard the buzz of the tattoo gun. I watched Jackal as he leaned closer and closer to the crotch of my black panties, never breaking eye contact. His grin was all teeth.
The needle touched my skin just as Jackal kissed my panties. The two sensations, extreme in different ways, complimented each other. The alpha ran his tongue against the damp cotton that shielded me from direct contact. I nodded, wanting more.
Athame let her hand drift under my tank top, and bypass my bra. A tiny moan escaped me.
Raine’s hand came down on my forearm like a vice, keeping it from moving even a millimeter.
“Maybe we should break out the straps,” he quipped.
I purred, and Athame kissed my ear, my jaw, my shoulder. She traced her lips and tongue from shoulder to the crook of my neck. Under my new tank top which was probably already getting stretched out, she gently circled my nipple with her fingers. She kissed my neck, teased it with her tongue while between my legs, Jackal sampled me as well and Raine pinned my forearm in place with alpha strength.
“Stay still, little Omega,” Raine said, not in warning, but more as advice. Or maybe a challenge.
I tried to speak but instead, Athame cradled my chin in her hand and directed my face toward her. She kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth, blanketing my own. She tasted like her scent, macadamia nuts, coconut and vanilla. I moaned into it, she pinched my nipple and gave a gentle tug.
I longed to grab something with my free hand. At a loss, I reached down and found Jackal’s head. I placed my hand on the top of his head. That seemed to encourage him and he closed his teeth on my panties, and dragged them down my thighs.
“She wanted you to be the first to take her,” Raine said. “She wouldn’t let us have her until the pack lead did.”
Athame pulled back, breaking the kiss. Dewy filaments of saliva kept us connected. She looked into my eyes. “Is that so?”
I nodded.
Jackal leaned down toward my crotch, ready to go down on me, his tongue-stud glinting and I imagined it ravaging my clit as I had imagined with Raine’s stud.
“Stop,” Athame said, and Jackal halted.
I bit back a whimper, my chest heaved with every heated breath. Athame continued to explore my nipple, sight unseen.
“I imagine you weren’t expecting a woman. You were anticipating a big strong male to knot you up?”
Truthfully, the possibility that it could be anything else never even came into my mind. “I don’t care that you’re a woman,” I answered. “You’re the pack lead.”
That made her smile. “Clever answer.” Her hand abandoned my breast and she began to trail her fingertips down my body. She toyed with my belly button, circling it and dipping her finger into it playfully. My tummy scrunched up.
