Chapter 31
Icouldn’t stop tossing in bed. Sleep refused to come, and their scent lingering in my nose made everything worse.
The whisper of their touch teased my memory. I squeezed my thighs together. I hated how easily I could be turned on. It was ridiculous how much I needed them.
A cross all Omegas had to bear. I kicked at the sheets covering my legs until they were off me and smacked the mattress.
I pressed my palm between my legs, and my hips instinctively lifted toward the pressure. A groan slipped free. An Alpha would make it even better—my Alphas would.
A giant, inky shadow loomed overhead.
I screamed, and a palm slapped over my face. It didn’t restrict my nose, so I was able to breathe in. Coffee filled my nostrils, and my muscles went limp. I hummed behind the barrier of his hand.
Rafe’s chuckle was easy to pinpoint. I reached for his wrist, yanking with desperation to get him away that I didn’t see him reach down with his free hand. Pressure against my sex made me freeze.
He pressed his wide palm against my heat. I groaned with a hard exhale. I couldn’t see more than his shadow, but it neared.
“Let me please you, little Omega,” he murmured. His coffee scent filled my nose and blazed the lust to a feverish pitch.
He didn’t let me answer, but even if he had, I didn’t think I could.
Rafe slid his hand higher and pulled at the sash tying my robe together.
With the last tug, it fell open, unraveling as easily as my lust. The chilly air caressed my flesh, and goose bumps rose along my arms. His eyes were fastened on my breasts, then his hand was cupping the side, grazing against the pebbled nipple.
He made me feel like my B-cups were the most enticing breasts he’d ever seen.
“I shouldn’t . . .” My words turned into a groan with the rub of the pad of his thumb against my nipple.
His hand slid down my rib cage, over the slight swell of my belly, then he rubbed his fingertips against the small strip of hair.
My breathing became ragged, my thoughts turning to mush.
He curled his finger and rubbed softly against my clit.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.
Rafe worked a finger inside my wet sex while his thumb stayed pressing on my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Lust licked through my senses, and I knew I didn’t want to fight the pleasure he offered.
A wet touch against my breast made my eyes fling open. Rafe captured my nipple with his mouth, and I felt every flick of his tongue. My hips moved without my order, hiking, gyrating, and searching for more of his pleasurable touch.
A sharp sensation grazed my nipple. I gasped, arching my back for more. Rafe grazed his teeth against it again. My channel flexed around his finger.
He tsked and pressed another finger inside me. “My girl needs more,” he whispered, warm breath puffing against my damp breast.
I moaned, and he worked a second finger inside me, giving another rub of my clit. Every inch of my body clenched, and I cried out, my sex clamping onto his fingers with repeated throbs. I floated on ecstasy, riding out the wave on his slow pumping fingers.
“Forgive me?” His voice tilted up at the end, his low tone holding softness. As much as could come from his rough voice. I moaned, still unable to form a coherent word. Static pulses wracked my frame. With him so close, I could see him more clearly than before.
He thrust another finger inside me. “My slick girl,” he murmured. This time, ‘girl’ held none of the rancor it had held whenever they said it in the past. His tongue curled around the word like a vow. “Please forgive me. I’ll do whatever you want of me. I’m yours.”
“No,” I moaned, writhing from the hyper-sensitivity. The relief was right there, at the ledge.
“Please, my little Omega.” His begging caused the second orgasm to slap into me.
My hips hiked up, and I cried out. The pump of his fingers didn’t stop—nor did the frantic movements of my hips.
“Please,” he whispered. “Please.” He continued insisting, the words rough and desperate.
His pleas became a symphony, hitting against my heart like a battering ram.
Finally, the intense pulsing stopped, and I gasped, dropping my hips.
I lay in a panting mess as Rafe’s arms wound around my waist and his head pillowed on my breasts. He rubbed his cheek against my skin, wracking me with shivers. He tilted his head up, looking at me like I was everything.
If I didn’t stop this now, he’d whittle me down. Using every bit of strength I could, I slid out from under him, rolled across the bed and backed into the wall to switch on the light.
Rafe raised his eyebrows and slowly propped himself on his side, the sinewy muscles on his bare chest rippling. I yanked my attention away.
A cut graced the bridge of his nose.
Cade had also had a cut on his lip.
Had they—
It was none of my business.
“Thanks for your service,” I bit out, direct and to the point. “Now leave.”
He stretched his arm behind his head. They were persistent, annoyingly persistent. My eyes kept being drawn to the protrusion of his cock against his pants.
“If you don’t, I’ll scream.”
His smile disappeared. I sucked in a breath. Rafe rolled to his feet with a grunt. I scowled at him as he took his sweet time.
He grabbed my drawing pad sitting on the nightstand. My words stuck in my throat. It was too late to hide the sketches. I’d given in and drawn them all on the page.
“Wow,” he rumbled. I pointedly dragged in a breath to scream. “Fine,” he growled, ripped the sheet out and left me gawking as he shut the door between our bedrooms.
I drooped against the bed. He’d made it clear; I wouldn’t be able to fight my need for an Alpha. Fern was right. I’d give her a call in the morning and ask her to admit me to the event being hosted tomorrow.
Going down the steps as slowly as possible didn’t stop the back of the heels pinching my ankles with each step, but I sucked it up.
Fern waved the badge she had on that labeled her a Handler as she guided me past the security doors and into the ballroom where tables had been set up.
The scent of Alphas and Omegas smacked me in the face.
Chatter was as low as was the lighting, creating a soft, almost seductive ambiance.
I was determined to mingle with other Packs out there.
The decision was born out of desperation, but I didn’t care.
I would mingle at the singles event and hope to God I could withstand one of the Packs being near me.
Fern led me to one of the empty seats along the left side of the long tables. Other Omegas sat along the lineup, some nervously looking side to side, some primping, and some visibly frightened. None of them spoke to each other.
“You’ll sit here with this.” She tapped the card in front of me with a pen to the side of it.
It listed one through seventy with ‘yes’ and ‘no’ to the side.
“You just circle Y if you want to be placed in contact with them. I’ll be over there with the other Handlers making sure everything is going smoothly. ”
I nodded, trying not to let my pounding pulse send me running.
She left, and I smoothed my hands down the simple lacy dress I’d gone out to purchase during the day.
It was itchy and rough, more so than any dress I’d ever put on.
I hadn’t spent much money on my clothing, choosing to stay within my budget, and the quality was telling.
Father always had me dressed in the best, but I’d rather have nothing than return to being flaunted and used.
If it were up to Cade, he would have gotten me the best quality clothing considering he’d followed me all morning. Even going as far as tailing the car-share I’d ordered. As sneaky as he tried to be, I could feel something was off the entire drive and walk through the store.
And the main giveaway? When I’d gone up to pay at the cash register.
The young girl had informed me everything I touched was paid for.
There had been bags behind the counter. Instead of screaming for Cade to come out, I’d politely insisted she make all the returns and paid for the single dress and shoes myself.
The chatter swelled along with the scrape of chairs from different Alphas sitting at the other end of the room.
“Eva!” That shout sounded too much like Dorian.
I whirled to watch him storming over. My eyes widened to the point of pain. Rafe was blocking the security guards near the door from approaching.
“We’re going to have to ask you to leave,” the security growled. Rafe wasn’t fazed.
Dorian reached me, but the table was still between us. He grabbed at me, and I was on my feet, backing up. He growled and yanked the table, sending it toppling over. Lamps crashed to the ground, and the Omegas still sitting yelped before hurrying out of the way.
Dorian stepped over the fallen table, his boots crunching over the broken ceramic. With my next breath, he had my arm in his hand. “Let’s go.”
So much movement was happening that I couldn’t focus. I stumbled after Dorian, and another Alpha dressed as security was in his way.
“You need to leave the premises,” he ordered in a deep voice.
My eyes widened at the gun in his holster. He tucked his thumbs into his belt. Dorian stepped in front of me, blocking my view.
“Not without my Omega,” Dorian snapped. Rafe was suddenly in the armed Alpha’s face, chest puffed out.
“So fuck off,” Cade spat as he shoved the table out of the way, focused entirely on me.
The sound of a gun discharging ripped through the room. Dorian’s body jerked. He backed up and looked over at me, the rage on his face pinching into confusion. Then his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he fell to the floor a few feet from me.
I screamed, staring at him in shock. Rafe whirled, frantic gaze searching and settling on me. Cade was suddenly tackled to the ground by four security guards. My sight blurred. Dorian’s shot! My throat felt like it was closing up.
“It’s a tranquilizer!” Fern yelled, gripping my arm, stopping me mid-lunge. “They’re okay.”
I yanked until I was free from her grip. Rafe was already on the ground, a few feet away from Dorian, and multiple little black feathers stuck out of him. He’d been hit with five of them.
I dropped to my knees. Dorian’s chest still moved. I crawled over to Rafe, my knees rubbing against the carpet. A swarm of men flooded the area, all dressed like security.
“Let’s get them out of here,” an Alpha’s voice boomed. Security began working in tandem to lift my Alphas.
Fern tugged my arm. I stumbled after her, my heart racing to the point of pain. They are alive, I kept repeating to myself, numb.
The cold outside air hit me, and it revived me.
“They’re hurt,” I cried, shoving my hands through my hair.
“No, Eva!” Fern shouted, grabbing my arm before I ran inside again. “Nothing is going to happen to them. They’ll just be escorted out and banned from any speed-meeting events.”
“B-but.” I couldn’t even articulate words anymore. Fern rubbed my arms.
“They’ll be okay, Eva, really. They have so much security because of all the Omega and Alpha pheromones at these events. This happens.”
“And you’re sure they won’t be hurt? That they aren’t hurt?” I could hear the desperation in my voice.
“They won’t be hurt,” she repeated emphatically. She frowned and cocked her head. “You know them.” It wasn’t a question, but I still answered.
“No,” I mumbled and shook my head more decisively. “No.”
She eyed me doubtfully, but she didn’t push.
“I’m going to make some calls. We have to get you away from here because something is telling me they won’t give up.”
She was already bent over her cell, her fingers moving rapidly. I trailed behind her, my thoughts a mess, and remnant fear clinging to me.