Chapter 27 #3
Some nights I come inside her four or five times until I’m completely empty and have filled her up in the most beautiful way.
It’s obscene, and I can’t get enough. I feel guilty about indulging in her, but I’m not sure I can stop.
She may or may not realize how much control she’s giving me after spinning out for years.
The others haven’t pushed back yet, but I’m not naive enough to think this arrangement will last forever.
Owen’s desire to have her alone runs as deep as mine, even though he’s shocked me with his sharing skills.
Tristan is greedy but enjoys sharing. The fact that he’s counting her orgasms in that little notebook because he needs to catch up with the omega is very Tristan.
And Freddie—Freddie will get the most vulnerable parts of her, and the shift in his moods since she’s been back has been enormous.
We’re in a hellscape, and all everyone is worried about is fucking Bianca senseless.
I could only equate it to an addiction that we all have. Every second we’re inside her, she’s safe, she’s ours, she’s real, she’s mine.
Dinner away from her was a nightmare.
Owen catches my gaze over Bianca’s shoulder, his eyes darkening with challenge.
He deliberately slides one hand up from her hip, under the hem of her shirt, lifting it to expose one of her perfect breasts.
The fabric bunches just above the pale curve, revealing her completely to me.
Bianca gasps as Tristan bends down to suck her nipple into his mouth enthusiastically, biting down and making her squirm.
My cock is pressing painfully against my zipper. Tristan and Owen love these little pissing contests, and Bianca gets off on them fighting over her.
I can’t deny the visceral effect of watching her come undone from an outsider’s perspective. I study every expression on her face, the way her body flushes so beautifully, the minute she gives in and lets them take control of her, knowing it will give her immense pleasure if she does.
A loud thud from the living room breaks my trance. I turn, immediately on alert.
“Shit,” Freddie mutters from the other room. “What the hell?”
I find Freddie crouched near the couch. The book Bianca had been reading lies splayed open on the floor, but it’s what’s scattered around it that catches my attention: notes and photographs. There’s a USB drive.
We gather everything up and walk to the bathroom, closing the door and squeezing in tight with the five of us.
Tristan and Owen are scowling, and Bianca looks confused. “What are you guys doing? Does everyone have a boo-boo tonight or what?” “Bianca, what is this?” I hold up the items we found on the floor.
Her eyes grow wide, and then her face morphs into annoyance. “You snooped in my things?”
“No one was snooping. Freddie was cleaning up, and the book fell and opened.”
“I guess that sounds plausible.”
Owen pulls her closer to him. “What is it?”
“I found it in Whitney’s office. I recognized it from when we were kids. She made it herself to keep secrets from her dad.” She looks so small in the middle of all of us.
“Did you find anything?”
“I was going to ask Tristan to help me. I think I found a picture of her mom—Isabelle Clyne. Does that ring a bell to you? I mean, hell, you were bonded to her.”
“Please never remind us of that again. I swear to fuck, every time I’m inside you, my mind goes blank, and I forget she existed,” Tristan drawls into her ear. And they are both still touching her.
“She never mentioned her mom, but isn’t this your mom?” Freddie asks, holding out one of the photos to her.
Bianca takes it from him, her fingers trembling slightly. “Wait, I didn’t see this one yet.” She stares at it for a long moment, and I watch as the color drains from her face. Her eyes are huge round saucers, as if she can’t believe what she’s seeing.
“Why the fuck is there a picture of Dr. Montgomery, my mother, and me as a baby?”
Has he been experimenting on her since she was a baby? I knew the man was sick, but babies?
“Did Dr. Montgomery deliver me?” Her voice comes out strangled and barely above a whisper. Then her face changes into a scowl. “She sure didn’t mention that.” “Who didn’t mention what?” Freddie takes the photo from her, flipping it over.
Written on it are her birthday and her birth stats. It’s definitely Bianca.
“I spoke with my mother earlier. She dated Dr. Montgomery in college before she met my father. Apparently, he wasn’t happy about the breakup, but she explained everything, and it didn’t sound like she knew about how insane he is.”
“This is getting pretty fucking creepy,” Tristan muses.
“Tris, I want your help with the USB drive. Maybe there’s something useful on there, or it could be recordings Whitney made. I’d prefer if you looked first.”
“I can do that.” He thumbs her lip. “For a price.”
She sucks his thumb into her mouth, melting into his body completely before breaking away and stepping back. “Good boy.” She pats his chest, smiling up at him.
“Why did Whitney have this, and what does this mean?” Freddie is still staring at the photo.
“Maybe she found it in Daddy’s things and got pissed when she realized it was Bianca,” Owen points out.
Likely.
“We’ll look through the rest together, but we need to be careful.” I move closer to her, lifting her chin so she’s looking up at me.
“Are you ready for bed?” She licks her lips. Her pupils are huge.
“Are you ready for bed, Weller?”
“Yes. It’s been a long evening.” And I have plans.