Chapter 10
Iset aside the empty bowl on the nightstand just as the door opened and Dorian entered. The door remained ajar behind him. His gaze dropped to where I was massaging my wrists. They were almost healed with only a small scab along the sides of my wrists where my bone was.
“Do you need anything?” he finally asked.
I frowned, furrowing my eyebrows. Two nights had passed with me lounging in the bedroom.
I hadn’t left, reeling over Rafe and Cade’s claiming.
Sticking to my room was best since I’d needed space from them.
Luckily, they all seemed to be avoiding me other than Dorian coming in to bring me food or to ask me if I needed something . . . just like now.
But unlike the last two days, this second visit was much earlier. The sun had just set. No way they were going to sleep.
“No,” I answered. Dorian nodded and was halfway turned when I said, “You haven’t changed your mind, right? You guys accepted my conditions.” I hated the weak tone of my voice.
He turned back around, settling his dark green eyes on me. The light from the lamp made the color brighter.
“We did,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. The ivory linen fabric of his pants fluttered. The long-sleeved black shirt had a few open buttons at the top, allowing me a peek at his pale skin.
“If we’re working together,” and I wasn’t going to try running away, “I need a few things from the store. I don’t want to keep wearing the same dress.” To keep it fresh, I’d been showering every morning and night, but I could no longer continue this way.
Dorian looked contemplative and finally nodded. “I’ll take you to purchase some things.”
I perked up.
Shopping. One of my only pleasures in life. That was what Father never skimped on. He gave me the best tutors and bought me whatever I pleased. It was all in an effort to further his goals, but whatever, it was the only pleasure I had been allotted.
He was almost out the door when very feminine titters echoed from outside.
“What was that?”
Dorian’s shoulders stiffened. I was on my feet, and facing him with my next breath . . . A rock settled in my stomach.
“Where are they?”
Dorian opened his mouth, but not letting him finish, I slinked past him, avoiding his grip. Just outside the door was the living room to the left. I froze at the threshold of the hallway entrance.
A woman sat on the couch, one leg over Cade’s sweat-covered thigh, her hand rubbing down his bare chest. Rafe sat on her other side, arms crossed and head tilted back while he stared at the ceiling. She ran her fingertips over Rafe’s shoulder.
Hurt, pain, and rage flooded to the forefront, but I masked all of it.
“Ah,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
The woman whipped her head toward me, but Cade’s reaction left me confused. He burst to his feet, putting distance between him and the woman. Like I’d caught him.
I let out a small laugh.
“What are you doing outside of the room?” Cade hissed, and his lips settled into a thin line.
I slowly entered the living room, walking to the opposite side of the coffee table.
“No wonder you came to ask me if I needed something earlier than usual.” I met Dorian’s veiled gaze. He gave me nothing—as always.
I turned to Rafe who hadn’t said anything, just watched with his scowl. I focused on Cade. His throat bobbed.
“What, fucking me wasn’t enough?” I couldn’t help my accusatory tone.
He was silent. Avoiding my eyes while red flushed over his cheeks.
“If I had known you were fucking women this close together, I wouldn’t have let you touch me.” I huffed. “Hopefully you listened in class when they taught you Alphas how to protect us from STDs. Omegas have weaker immune systems.” All things they would know. I was rambling at this point.
I swiped my hands on the dress like I was wiping germs off. I didn’t spare Rafe another look.
“Have a . . . safe night,” I finished pointedly.
“Don’t worry, Omega, you can have my leftovers once we’re done.”
I froze so still my body hurt.
“Shut the fuck up, Deborah,” Cade snapped. His sharp words managed to snap me out of my shocked rage.
Letting out a sharp laugh, I met her eyes. “Oh, no, Debs, you’re welcome to them. I don’t fuck trash. If I had known I was at such a high risk of diseases, I wouldn’t have let one finger touch me.” I curled my upper lip higher.
Her silence was deafening. And she was turning an interesting shade of purple.
I just tipped my head in the face of her rage, and I made my way back to where Dorian stood slowly. I gave him a look like he was no better than shit. His mouth became a thin line. Despite my disgust, I still needed new clothes and underthings.
“We can go in the morning.” I paused and looked back at the couch. “Whenever you can make time for me,” I finished pointedly.
Going around him, I took the few steps to reach the bedroom. I slammed it shut, pressing my back against the wood. I slid to the floor, clamping my hand over my mouth to stifle my sob. Tears spilled like a faucet. I choked back another sob, stifling the sound.
My heart felt like it was breaking.
A knock vibrated through the door. It shocked me so much it stopped the waterworks. I released a shaky breath. Even with how they made me feel, my body craved them desperately.
“Omega,” Dorian’s voice echoed through the door.
I waited another beat of silence and projected my voice. “Leave me be. I’m going to sleep.”
Silence. I tiptoed over to the bed and slid under the blankets. A moment later, the door creaked open. I kept still, hugging myself. After a few moments of silence, the door clicked shut. Tears continued to trickle from the corners of my eyes.
It hurt so much.
Right now, they were out there, fucking that Beta. Touching her the way they touched me. I couldn’t stop the shuddering exhale that slipped from my lips. The bed dipped, and the bedsheets rustled. I stayed frozen, waiting. Tense.
“Go away,” I bit out, not turning so whoever it was wouldn’t see the red rimming my eyes or the dampness on my face. I didn’t know who it was, but I didn’t care.
A long, hard body pressed against my back, shrouding me with the scent of coffee.
“Get away from me.” An arm wound around my waist and tucked me close.
“You’re needy. I could smell it clinging to you.”
Dorian?
His big hand settled on my thigh, bared by the slit of the dress, and he slid the skirt up until my ass was bared.
“Stop,” I said, snapping out of the creeping haze of desire.
It was just a hint of what would happen when my heat hit.
It would render me into a needy bundle begging for her Alphas.
In answer, he grabbed the back of my neck, pushing me forward and causing my ass to jut back against his hard length.
I gasped, and pleasure flooded my stomach, slick accumulating. “No,” I mumbled, voice weaker.
“Stop complaining.” Dorian pulled his dick out with an abrupt movement.
His order should have made me angry, but he slid into me and all I wanted to do was grind back until his knot shoved inside me.
Dorian gripped under my thigh and pulled up, bending my knee.
It allowed him to thrust deeper until his knot hovered at my entrance.
At first, I thought he was going to deny me his knot, but he shoved up, giving me every inch. My core stretched to accommodate the bulge. He turned me into gelatin so easily.
My eyelids fluttered shut.
So what if I gave in and fucked him? As much as I hated accepting the pleasure, it would allow me some temporary relief. It wasn’t like I’d had anything to . . .
Was it my Omega instincts talking? Highly likely, but I was too far gone. I bent forward more, and he shoved his thick knot fully inside me. Slick made it easy for me to take his wide, girthy cock.
Dorian stilled with a groan. I closed my eyes, unable to keep them open anymore.
Shivers wracked my body making Dorian grunt.
His hips pumped up, jostling the bed. The last of my Scent Matches to claim me.
To give me a taste of what I desperately craved, yet could never have. Nothing more than a tease.
My channel clenched around his length like it knew this was temporary.
“Harder,” I breathed.
He stilled and released a growl that sent slick squeezing out of me. Then he started pumping, hard and fast. Possessing my body with skill.
“Si!” I cried out, the words blending together. “Yes!” I didn’t even know what language I spoke anymore. I didn’t care. “Mas,” I hissed a breath out. My core fluttered around his knot, and he withdrew the bulge. When it popped free, so much slick dripped out it felt like I peed.
“Mas!” I bit out again, my voice sounding so husky it verged on a growl. Fingernails digging into his arm, I pushed my ass back. The orgasm was right there.
“I’m going to come,” he snapped. “Give me a second—”
Using every ounce of strength in my body, the lean muscle I’d built from the exercise forced on me, I pushed myself down on his knot. I didn’t give a fuck if he needed to catch his breath. I wanted cock. Now.
He went so stiff against me, his arm squeezing my belly until I couldn’t breathe. His knot swelled even more and continued to balloon.
My scream melded with his roar. Cum warmed my channel with wracking spurts. His hand slid down to my hip, pushing me on his cock, offering me the help I didn’t need because I was already twisting my hips in a circle, to feel every inch. Even his neatly trimmed pubic area pressed against my ass.
The pressure of his knot expanded to the point that I couldn’t breathe. It was perfect. I was knotted and blissful.
“I hate you,” I hissed. He thrust so hard it made my teeth snap together again.
I’d closed my eyes at some point, riding the wave of utter delight. Unbelieving of the sparks bursting through my veins. His knot soothed the pain. I felt like a madwoman, grinding down to chase the aftershocks wracking my channel.
“Your cunt is clasping me like she’ll never let go.” Why did he sound so blissful?
I finally went limp, and didn’t bother trying to pull away. The pressure of his knot was intense and oddly soothing.
“It feels so good,” I moaned, unable to lie.
A sharp exhale came from the end of the bed, decidedly not from the Alpha behind me. The door hung open, and light spilled in from behind the huge men standing at the end of the bed.
Cade and Rafe.
Their breathing was almost as loud as mine and Dorian’s. I tried to move, but the pressure of the knot didn’t allow it. I yelped, settling back. My core fluttered around his length and knot.
Dorian’s fingers squeezed my hip. Almost like he was soothing me.
“Out,” he snapped. Alpha pheromones tickled my nose, and his dominance made my channel flutter. And my fucking heart.
Rafe sneered and Cade looked pissed. I was surprised they had clothes on. Weren’t they supposed to be fucking that Beta?
“Now.” An undeniable threat laced Dorian’s tone.
I gasped, shivering from the intense pleasure. Dorian’s arm wrapped around my waist. The door slammed shut.
“They’re gone. Settle down.” His hand slid under my dress, stopping near my belly button.
They hadn’t seen me naked, not completely anyways.
Nor did I want them to. My body was lean, with curves at my hips.
My meal plans, my entire life had been so carefully set up by Father; he’d made sure I had daily workouts.
Not that I had a choice about skipping them.
I wasn’t shy about my body. What I didn’t want them to see were the scars marring the span of my back.
The one place I wasn’t kept perfect. Father needed a way to make his points clear after all, and he’d taken his anger out on my flesh.
Dorian smoothed his hand against my belly, ripping me out of the memories. It soothed the anxiety eating up my stomach. My eyes were getting harder and harder to keep open.
His knot would let go soon . . .