Chapter 15 #2
I pressed my lips together, trying to ignore the flood of desire. Rafe grumbled at my back, and tucked tighter against me, arm around my middle, cock shoving against my back.
Keeping as still as possible, I scanned Cade’s face.
His lips were soft, not curved into smirks or sneers. The freckles adorning the base of his nose seemed so innocent on a man like him. I raised my hand, letting it hover over his jaw.
I shouldn’t touch him. Slowly withdrawing, I almost managed to pull away, but his hand suddenly latched around my wrist and pressed my palm to his cheek. Cade groaned, rubbing my hand against his skin as if he reveled in my touch.
Lust licked up my spine at his sounds of pleasure. We would have been like this if they weren’t awful. They’d never be able to experience the passion with another Omega regardless of how much they fooled themselves.
Cade inched closer until his nose pressed against mine. His wide chest invaded my space until my breasts pressed against him.
Fools, all of them. We could have had heaven in each other’s arms, and they chose Susanna.
I’d show him what they’d lost. I’d bring them to their knees. All of them. This would be my revenge. I’d take my pleasure, ruin them for all women, especially their lost Omega, then I’d leave them.
The Ironwyld Alphas would not make me into a fool.
His skin was smooth and warm. Comforting. Cade’s long blond eyelashes moved, and his light green eyes studied me.
“What did you take?” His murmured words confused me. “We won’t be able to help you unless you tell us. Was it coke, heroine, fentanyl?” Cade listed. “What?”
I opened and closed my mouth, at a loss as to how to respond. He thought I’d taken drugs?
I mean Repressitol is kind of like one . . .
“I don’t know,” I finally managed to spit out.
Rafe’s chest rumbled against my back. So, he was awake too.
“Why are you in my bed?” Again.
Rafe’s hand spanned my belly.
“Because we want to be,” Cade responded, his teeth flashing with his smile.
“Until you have your Omega.” My toneless voice frightened me. Such loss of hope I’d never realized I’d had.
“Please me, and maybe I’ll keep you,” Cade whispered.
I scowled. “Funny,” I mumbled. I didn’t know if they were joking, but it was clear they weren’t letting me go. As much as they tried to explain away their reactions toward me and brush it away, it was inevitable.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Rafe growled. His hips pushed against me until his hard length ground against the small of my back. Warmth bloomed in my belly and spiked down.
I ignored Rafe’s comment, turning the conversation away from that vein. “Is Susanna your Scent Match? I can’t imagine her being okay with you fondling women at every chance you get.”
“Are you chastising us?” Cade murmured, eyebrow twitching.
“How can Susanna be okay with this?” I spat, hating the smugness taking over Cade’s features.
“She was okay with us fucking Betas.” Cade raised an eyebrow. “And no, she’s not our Scent Match.”
“Obviously, if you’re allowed to fuck anything that moves.” The sharp tone that left my lips surprised me. But it was true. A Scent Matched Omega would never share or entertain the thought.
“Your jealousy’s cute,” Cade smirked. I already knew Susanna wasn’t their Scent Match, but had they never wanted that connection?
“And what? You never wanted to find your Omega?” I blurted, nerves swirling in my stomach.
“And attend those fuck-ass Scent Matching events?” He shuddered. “No thank you. And it’s better this way. Susanna understands us.” That was a dagger to the heart, but I toughed it out.
“Scent Matches aren’t about convenience. You’re right not to seek her out,” I bit out.
Rafe’s arm squeezed me tighter, taking the breath from my lungs with a grunt. “And you haven’t answered our questions.” Rafe moved my hair, exposing my neck.
Slowly, Cade unbuttoned my shirt so Rafe could pull it back and slide it off one arm. Cade ran his thumb over my pebbled nipple. I was helpless to stop this. Their touches. Their attention. It weakened me.
Rafe’s fingertips grazed over my scars. My shoulders hiked up, and I tensed.
“Who did this?”
I debated not answering, but if they pitied me . . . would they consider releasing me?
“My father,” my voice cracked. I quickly cleared my throat. A soft touch against my back made me stiffen.
“Seeing your scars made Dorian volatile. They’re similar to some of his.” Cade cupped the side of my breast.
“He has scars?” I gasped.
“Cade,” Rafe chastised, disapproval in his tone.
“What’s the harm in answering her questions?”
“None.” I squeezed Rafe’s forearm.
Dorian definitely seemed more abrupt since last night.
“We all have scars, Omega,” Cade murmured. Some unnamed emotion flashed across his eyes. An old pain that lived inside him.
He took my hand and pressed it against his rib cage, more toward his lower back. Guiding me—showing me. I pushed to my knees, shucking the other sleeve of my PJs so I was left without a top. Cade followed my urging to roll onto his stomach.
Jagged slashes stretched toward his lower spine. Long since healed, but the scars told me how severe they would have been. The smooth lines were layered, as if he were always cut here.
I rounded my wide eyes to Rafe. He stared silently, then leaned his shoulder for me to see. I scooted up the mattress, leaning my side into his to see the damage on his shoulders stretching up. These marks were more jagged and rough. Aggressive lines that were layered. What had been done to them?
“What are these from?” I whispered.
“Mine are from a whip. Rafe’s from different knives.” Cade answered for him. “Dorian’s are the worst.”
The worst?!
“Who did this to you guys?” I asked, violence edging my voice. My heart had crawled into my throat. I met their shadowed eyes, but they didn’t show me anything. They were both cold . . . somewhere else. “You can’t just leave my questions unanswered, not now.”
I hated the desperate edge in my tone.
“The caretakers at the Forest Peak Orphanage. Where we grew up.” The sarcasm when Cade said caretakers wasn’t difficult to miss. I’d heard them mention an orphanage to the Greymont Pack . . .
“And Susanna was with you guys.”
“She arrived when she was fourteen,” Cade answered again. “She was the one to—”
“Enough,” Rafe bit out.
Cade met Rafe’s eyes, and rolled them to the ceiling, then returned them to me. “What is it about you that has me spilling what I shouldn’t be?” Cade smirked. He snatched my waist, yanking me toward him until I landed on his chest. My breasts pressed against his hard, muscled torso.
“Oh,” I gasped. I was still reeling from the rush of information, and based on whatever Cade was about to add, that wasn’t the end of it. There was more about Susanna and her role.
“I’ve been waiting long enough,” Cade mumbled, his hand sliding in under my shorts. He curved his finger, sliding the long digit against my bundle of nerves.
My mouth parted, and I exhaled. From behind, Rafe tugged the shorts down until they were at my knees, and his arm went around me to cup my breast.
A shiver crested down my spine, and I moaned, becoming supine in their grip. Rafe hoisted me until my legs were stretched out and I was smashed between them, Cade’s hand still against my sex.
“Such a wet pussy,” Cade murmured, withdrew his hand from me and lifted his fingers to his mouth. He licked them.
Without anything to do with my hands, I slid them onto his chest. Rafe pulled my leg up, curling his arm under it to brace it. The prod of his cock invaded my sex. Like a greedy Omega, I pushed my hips back, taking in another inch.
Rafe groaned and pulled out and pumped with short, controlled thrusts.
Cade reached down with his palm facing up. He pressed the tip of his middle finger against my clit. My channel flexed around Rafe’s cock.
Rafe grunted, his hips jerking his length up deeper, his knot still not in me.
I wrung my hands against Cade’s chest. Cade rolled the pad of his finger against the bud, making me flex.
He did it again, not stopping this time, setting a steady, slow rhythm.
My channel continued to clamp around Rafe as Cade played with my clit, but Rafe’s grip on my waist didn’t allow me to move.
An orgasm washed over me, and I gasped, my mouth parting. Cade leaned forward, not stopping his steady rub. He caught my mouth, nibbling my lower lip.
“Mmm, you taste as sweet here as you do down there,” he murmured gruffly. Another orgasm wracked my frame from his words, the aftershocks making me cry out.
“She’s so fucking slick,” Rafe added in his guttural voice. “Fuck.”
“Are you ready to take me too, naughty Omega?” Cade whispered and gripped his shaft. I watched him rub his thumb across the tip. Him touching himself like that was doing maddening things to my body. “You like watching me, don’t you, Eva?”
“She does,” Rafe groaned. “She’s clasping me nice and tight.”
Cade inhaled sharply. “Grip onto me too,” he murmured and moved closer.
Rafe curled my leg higher, opening me up while keeping the grip under my knee. My attention was fastened on Cade. A flush spread across his nose, the red spreading across his face and settling at his jaw. Then his tip pressed against my clit.
My eyes flew down as he worked his cock up against Rafe’s. The side of his shaft rubbed against the bundle of nerves with each grind of his hips.
I could no longer keep my eyes open. So much slick dripped from my sex, from around Rafe’s cock, and onto my thighs.
“This is fucking heaven,” Cade murmured. His expression rippled with pleasure.
I had to agree.
I wanted more and more. I slid my hand up Cade’s chest and felt his skin with slow, gentle touches. The pressure inside me was bliss.
But Dorian was missing. I could never let myself experience the pleasure of all of them loving me.
No.
Not loving me. Fucking me.
Even the memory of all of them taking me would ruin me.
I slid my hand to the side of Cade’s neck and slid down his back until my fingertips reached his scars. They were rough and raised. I slowly rubbed my fingertips over them. Cade incrementally relaxed.
“They don’t disgust you?”
“Do mine?” I whispered.
Something soft brushed my bare shoulder. Had Rafe kissed mine? My heart jumped like it’d been electrocuted.
“No,” Cade murmured, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips parted.
“Good,” I said and flexed the walls of my sex. “Now give me your knots.”
“Damn temptress.” Cade’s groaned words turned into a moan.
Rafe pushed his hips up, and his knot pushed inside with some resistance. The stretch was almost too much.
I exhaled, wiggling my hips to take all of him.
Cade’s hands settled on my waist, and his fingers dug into my flesh. Keeping his heated gaze on mine, he pumped up, shoving his knot inside me along with Rafe’s.
As I cried out, tears of utter bliss filled my eyes. I closed them to feel every inch of my body. A touch against my breast flung them open. Cade swiped his thumb across my puckered nipple. They fit their knots in me, rendering me mute.
“I can’t—” Cade cut off, and the pressure ballooned inside me twofold. Rafe’s arm around my torso tightened, and he ground against me with a guttural grunt.
“Ffffu—” Rafe cut off, and their simultaneous moan was met with their knots expanding—knotting me and making it impossible for me to move.
The pressure was almost too much.
I screamed, tears flooding my eyes from the utter bliss. Cum jutted out of their shafts, warming my insides while I madly jerked on their throbbing cocks. Rafe’s hand against my belly tightened, making the pressure more intense.
They filled me with their seed. Their spasming cocks forcing me into another orgasm. My thoughts went away next, and I floated.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Cade chanted, face buried in the front of my neck.
Nothing would ever feel this encompassing.
I finally came down, my legs twitching with the aftershocks wracking my frame. Their base had flared so every time I tried to move, I couldn’t.
There was so much slick and cum . . .
Rafe rubbed his thumb against my hip in a soothing glide, like he was caressing me. I was worse off than I had been, and I didn’t think it was possible. Instead of physical blows, theirs would land on my emotions.
This wasn’t forever. But maybe I could enjoy them for just a bit longer . . . just a bit longer.