Chapter 7
Irolled onto my back, making the mattress creak with the shift in my weight. The ceiling fan kept a slow-paced rotation. Almost lullingly.
Yesterday, after arriving back at their place, they shoved me in the bedroom, this time leaving me out of the closet.
It gave me hope that they were considering my offer.
Everything I understood about them was that they didn’t normally purchase Omegas to whore them out. Pack Ironwyld wanted something.
Whatever it may be, it worked in my favor. Freedom, no longer being beholden to Alphas, felt more and more of a possibility.
The sun currently hung low in the sky, telling me it had been a few hours since I’d seen them. In that time, I’d given a half-hearted effort to escape, but I was too weak to wiggle anything free, and the latch to the window seemed welded shut.
I needed tools in order to escape. Or at least something hard and sharp.
The door swung open, and Rafe came in with Cade engulfing something in his large hand. I popped upright to settle my glare on them. Cade thumped the bowl onto the empty nightstand beside the bed.
A fork was stabbed into the cheesy macaroni. It looked pretty good. My mouth watered, and it really hit me that I hadn’t eaten in more than twelve hours.
The prongs of the fork peeked through the other side of the stabbed noodle. I could use it to try to jiggle the latch. Pulling my foot up onto the bed, I curled my leg up to mask that I had been about to lunge for the fork. I couldn’t be so obvious.
“Eat,” Cade grunted. I rested my chin on my knee.
“I’d like to shower.” I slid my foot off the bed and straightened. Cade watched me silently, his scowl deepening. “And get a fresh pair of clothes.”
“A fresh pair of clothes,” he muttered, very obviously mocking me. “Anything else, princess?”
“Now that you mention it—”
Cade scoffed, then threw his hands in the air and raked them through his hair in the same motion. I bit back my smirk.
What happened to the careless Alpha he’d been acting like?
In a move so quick I couldn’t avoid it, he gripped my hair in his fist. Any humor I’d been pushing back morphed into pain. I hissed a breath between my teeth.
“Are you playing with me?” he snapped.
I didn’t bother responding, just studied him silently. From the pinched edges of his eyes to the corners of his turned down lips. He had the faintest freckles across the bridge of his nose. It would have been . . . cute on anyone else.
If I could describe him in a few words, it’d be ‘contained chaos’. Energy seemed to ripple off him in waves compared to the other two.
Cade let my hair go, and I fell back onto my arms. He stormed out of the bedroom, shoved past Rafe and slammed the door. Rafe said nothing, just watched me with his moody look. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.
“What, freak? Do you want to yank me around too?”
We settled into a sort of standoff, and he finally left without a word.
As soon as the door shut, I bounced to my feet, taking the fork in hand.
I stabbed the prongs through the slim opening.
It didn’t give at first, but I kept wiggling the utensil back and forth until the silicone gave.
From there I was able to pick and prod the polymer until the cold air from outside slipped through the crevice.
With a bit more maneuvering, I’d be able to jam it into the slit to open it so I could slide onto the ledge.
A deep, rich coffee smell reached my nose first, then a hand wrapped around my neck. I squawked from the force of being shoved face down onto the mattress. My heart thundered in my ears, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I fought, kicking my legs out.
Who was it?
How I hated that they all had big hands, I couldn’t tell which was which.
He pressed his hips into my ass, and I could feel the grind of his hard cock. Slick immediately started to gather between my thighs.
I sucked in a breath.
A large bronze hand snatched the fork I fisted in my hand. Rafe was the darkest-skinned of the three. Moody, abrupt Rafe. I stopped fighting, lying frozen with my cheek smashed against the bed.
“Let me leave,” I cried out, frustrated. Even as I said it, I pressed my ass back, shoving against his length. My toes curled at the feel of him.
I whimpered and wiggled again, the surge of heat flooding my stomach. Rafe ground his cock against my ass, and I sucked in a breath. Slick dripped down my thigh, making its way toward my knee. By God, I couldn’t contain my whimper.
Rafe went still. I held my breath, waiting—on edge.
He burst into motion, lifting the bottom of the dress to bare my ass, letting it lie around my stomach.
A loud zip sounded, flaring another violent wave of lust. Rafe didn’t allow me a moment to speak because he shoved his tip inside me.
My channel clamped onto his girth, resisting the sudden invasion.
He didn’t let it stop him; he pumped his hips and shoved more inches into me.
The foreign sensation caused my core to flex.
I gasped at the mingled pain-pleasure rippling through my channel.
He fed more of himself inside me, the thick girth stretching my walls. Air refused to fill my lungs. It hurt . . . and felt so good.
So right.
A shudder wracked through my body, and I became wetter with slick. Rafe pushed deeper until his knot stopped outside my entrance. I squeezed the comforter, shutting my eyes to feel every little inch.
I was made to take my Alphas. To take their knots. Regardless of how tight it felt.
Rafe withdrew, slow, controlled, and maddening. He pumped inside me again, stopping before feeding me his knot. Any resistance was obliterated. I cried out, my channel clamping like a vise.
I gasped, my ass lifting without my permission, body hungering for his claim.
“Knot me,” I ordered, my voice rough.
He sucked in a breath, and his hand on my nape slid to my hair. He gripped me so hard it verged on pain, but he softened until it was just the right amount of pressure.
“Beg me.”
His voice was deep and gravely. It almost sounded like it hurt to speak. He drew his length back and thrust with shallow motions. Tortuously slow motions. I whimpered, my core clamping and needy and wanting.
“P-please. Knot me.” The words were wrenched from my gut. I had no pride.
Rafe exhaled sharply, and his grip on my hair stiffened. “No.” He pressed my face into the mattress, cutting off my breath.
He pumped inside, still not offering me what I desperately craved. I tried to move up, to force his knot inside me, but his other hand flattened on the small of my back where my dress was bunched.
Rafe thrust again, the glide of his cock wringing more and more slick.
A tremble started up in my thighs. I couldn’t breathe, the cries stuck in my throat.
Still, he didn’t slow, thrusting inside me, his shaft rubbing against my clit.
I couldn’t have imagined fucking feeling like this.
Never in my wildest dreams. Even as I ground on Roberto, crying out and panting. This was different.
Such delicious bliss . . .
Tingles spread along my legs, and my toes curled. With my face in the bed, all I could see was the inside of my eyelids. If he didn’t lift off me, I was going to pass out.
The orgasm slammed through my sex, and I jerked against the bed, my body shaking so hard the mattress moved. He didn’t stop his shallow pumps, wringing so much slick it dripped to my ankles.
My head felt light, and I was weaker. I needed to breathe . . .
Sensations wrung through my sex. I sluggishly opened my eyes, still riding the wave of another orgasm that left behind remnants of obsession.
Rafe hovered over me, facing me, his cock still shallowly thrusting inside me.
He must have flipped me over when I lost consciousness.
My senses snapped back to the present. He made me pass out?
Rafe’s eyes were closed, and his chest rose harshly like he was trying not to come. He groaned, and through the slit of my eyelids I watched his face ripple with pleasure.
Did he even notice I’d lost consciousness? Did he care?
How foolish of me to even have had that thought.
I gritted my teeth and gripped the front of his shirt to brace myself while I lifted my feet to press my heels against his ass, jerking myself fully onto his knot.
My core stretched, giving way to his ballooning knot. I screamed, unable to stop writhing.
It shouldn’t feel so good, so all-encompassing.
Rafe bared his teeth, looking so vicious. It should have made me want to run away from him, but it made me wetter. My channel flexed around him as if telling him to take that aggression out on my body.
“Fuck,” he spat in his deep gravely voice.
Fuck indeed.
A shiver crested down my spine, and I squeezed the front of his shirt, tipping my hips up to grind on him. Eyebrows scrunching together, his features twisted. Rafe dropped onto his elbows, bringing his mouth closer to mine.
I lifted my chin on instinct.
He avoided my lips.
I turned my cheek to the side, trying to play off the hurt from the rejection and focus on the pleasure my body was experiencing. Nothing could ever compare to this. To having an Alpha inside me—my Alpha.
An orgasm wracked my channel. Electrical pulses zapped through every inch of me. My back arched, and I gripped his shirt hard, bucking.
Rafe groaned, his eyebrows furrowing so hard they formed a thin line between them.
As soon as his knot pulsed, the pressure becoming more present, his eyes widened, and he pulled out.
Seed spilled over my bare sex, the warmth jutting against me like lashes.
Another orgasm wrenched through my core, and I screamed.
The world faded along the edges of my vision like before I’d passed out. I dragged in a harsh breath, and the expansion of my lungs hurt. Another rope of cum splashed against the crevice of my pussy. I finally managed to lift my head. He gripped his girth in his big hand.
Heat filled his gaze as he studied my sex like he could memorize the image. They hadn’t mentioned anything after my proposal. Desperation clawed at my throat for them to agree. For them to acknowledge letting me go.
After this, more than anything, it was what I wanted. I would become addicted to their touch, to their claim.
“Agree to my proposal,” I croaked. “I’ll behave and stop trying to escape.”
He took my jaw between his fingers, squeezing hard. “You won’t escape even if you try.”
Hurt swelled in my throat. This wasn’t how a Scent Match should be treated.
Releasing me, he stood to his full, intimidating height, his broad shoulders blocking everything behind him, but all I could focus on were his brown eyes studying me with such dispassion as he zipped his cock into his jeans.
Rafe eyed the macaroni then the fork lying on the comforter. He plucked it up and strode over to the locked door. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out some keys. They jingled as he twisted the knob.
I lay like a limp noodle, studying the hard body and rippling muscles. Upon pushing open the door, he revealed the pristine white bathroom. I’d been right.
He disappeared inside, and it forced me out of my sexual stupor. I slapped my legs together and wiggled to inch my dress down. The dampness between my thighs was uncomfortable.
Rafe returned and was in front of me, wiping the fork with his T-shirt. When he perched on the bed, it jostled me closer to him. His arm curled around my waist, forcing me to remain at his side.
I could only gawk as he stabbed the prongs into the mac.
“I’m not really—mfff.”
He squeezed my jaw until my lips pursed, then worked his finger into my cheek until he could open it and shove the cold mac in my mouth.
“Fucking eat,” he growled in my ear.
My body went boneless at the Alpha in his voice, and I chewed. He grunted and stabbed another forkful and held it to my mouth. This time, I just opened my mouth and chewed quickly, not trying to focus on the artificial taste of the cheese.
Three more bites later, I emptied the bowl and, looking satisfied, he stood, taking with him the bowl and fork.
He left . . . and he didn’t lock the bathroom door.
I wasn’t sure if it was on purpose, but I would take full advantage of the shower.