Chapter 16 Rowan #3
I was deep in thought when I noticed Ryker studying me.
“Don’t even think about it, Kitten. I see you plotting over there,” he warned me.
I scoffed, feigning insult.
“Plotting what?” I asked, crossing my arms, despite knowing full well what he was talking about.
Escape! Leave! Run! My body shouted at me, but my mind knew to wait for a better opportunity.
Ryker didn’t seem concerned about Cade and Killian, who were still wrestling on the living room floor. They were bloody, black and blue. During the scuffle, they had also broken a lamp and chair, besides the splintered coffee table.
“Don’t worry about the brothers; they like to quarrel. You know sibling rivalry and all.”
So Killian and Cade were brothers. I guess that's why they had the same jawline.
“Let me see your neck,” Ryker said as he pulled me closer to him. “Ahh, the big fucker got you good. Jesus. That looks pretty gnarly.”
Ryker brushed my hair away from the wound to get a better look when out of nowhere Killian lunged for him, tackling him to the ground.
“Touch it and die, pup,” Killian growled, standing over Ryker with his teeth bared.
Cade, fed up with the violence and destruction, alpha barked at Killian, demanding he get off of Ryker.
Killian begrudgingly did, holding out his hand to help Ryker up.
Ryker grabbed it, but as he was halfway to standing, Killian ripped his hand away and Ryker fell flat on his ass.
He then let out a deep belly laugh, amused by messing with Ryker.
Tensions seemed to be diffused after that, as Killian and Cade started communicating back and forth. They weren’t talking but using sign language, or something that looked like it. Their hands were flying, making symbols and shapes, clearly deep in conversation.
“They communicate like that a lot, in some dumb language they made up when they were kids. Killian prefers it to talking, although he's been real chatty lately. I think you put him in a good mood,” Ryker explained.
If this was Killian in a good mood, I didn’t want to see him in a bad one.
“Well, before Killian held me hostage and nearly ate me, I was on my way to freshen up, so I’m just going to…” I pointed to the restroom.
Ryker nodded, letting me slip away as he tried to follow what Cade and Killian were talking about in their secret language.
“What the fuck, Killian! You ate all of my Fruity-Os!” I heard Ryker complaining as the bathroom door clicked shut behind me.
Sighing a breath of relief that I was finally alone, and no one was watching me pee or shower, I considered their behavior. Maybe I was making headway in my plans to gain their trust, as I could finally use the bathroom by myself.
I freshened up, taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth using the pink toothbrush Cade gave me last night.
Inspecting my shoulder in the mirror, I noted the raw and angry bite mark, which was now free from blood, but looked, in the words of Ryker, “gnarly” none-the-less.
He really had a way with words. I redressed in the same clothes I had been wearing, even though they had gotten a little blood on them.
I didn’t want to leave the sanctity of the bathroom, but I knew if I took too long, someone would come looking for me.
I reluctantly made my way into the common space.
When I exited, all three men were sitting in the living room staring at me expectantly.
It was intimidating to have the sole attention of any of them, but having all of their undivided attention was beyond intense.
“Come here, Rowan,” Cade commanded.
Ryker sat in the unbroken armchair opposite the couch, bouncing his knee up and down, while chewing on a toothpick. He smiled and winked at me. There was a tiny space between Cade and Killian on the couch that I squeezed into. I was all too aware of how their huge muscular thighs bracketed mine.
Cade pulled a white and red medical kit from beside the couch.
He rooted through it, grabbing some antiseptic and bandages, before passing them to Killian.
Killian brushed my damp hair away from the wound, and even though his touch was gentle, I couldn’t help but flinch.
Cade put his hand at the base of my neck, holding me in place for his brother.
“You don’t need to be frightened. He won’t bite you again.
He was marking you. I know you're out of touch with omega behavior, but normally they enjoy it. The mark is for other alphas, so they know you belong to our pack. We will all eventually mark you, but we were planning on waiting until you had had more time to adjust. Killian’s instincts ride a little closer to the surface than most; he didn’t mean to hurt you. ”
“Well, the problem with that, Cade, is that I do not belong to anyone or any pack, because I am a person, not a pet. I’m pretty sure that despite it being normal omega behavior, asking someone before biting them is standard procedure.”
This seemed to amuse all three of them as Killian snorted, Cade’s mouth tipped up in a smirk, and Ryker flashed a sharp grin, leaning forward. Great, I’m pretty sure I had just issued them an ownership challenge.
Killian made a hand gesture using their secret language, which Cade translated to, “He says he’s sorry.”
Something about Killian’s proud expression and the way his eyes lingered on the bite mark he inflicted told me he wasn't that sorry.
He got to work cleaning and dressing the wound as Cade continued holding me in place by my neck.
Killian was feeling territorial and didn't want anyone else touching it.
I sucked in a sharp breath when the antiseptic hit my raw skin, stinging painfully.
They both started purring quietly, just enough to take the edge off and mellow me out.
The steady pressure from Cade’s hand, Kilian's light touches, their enormous frames boxing me between them, and Ryker’s hungry gaze wandering across my body, had an intoxicating effect on me.
I closed my eyes, trying to regulate my heartbeat and breathing, but that only intensified my other senses, causing me to hyper-focus on how their purrs vibrated against my skin.
I squeezed my legs together to prevent them from sensing how needy I was, but as soon as my eyes snapped open I realized they already knew.
There was something seriously wrong with me.
Kilian had just bitten me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if he did to me what Ryker had done last night.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
Ever since I had been off of my suppressants, my mind and body had been in a constant war for control.
My body was winning. It wanted to feel the things that these men made me feel, and it didn’t care about the semantics of kidnapping.
“I think Kitten wants us to pet her," Ryker said to Cade, but his eyes were on me.
Cade turned my head to face him. “I think so too. Is that right, Rowan? Do you want to be touched? Do you want to cum? I’m sure if you ask Ryker nicely, he’ll oblige you again.”
The pressure between my legs was building, and a light sheen of sweat broke out across my skin. I felt so empty and needy. They were playing with my emotions and instincts again. I swallowed thickly, realizing they were all watching me, waiting for a response.
I tried to resist. There were a million reasons to shout, “No!” I attempted to make a list of all the reasons, but suddenly I couldn’t think clearly. All I could think of was how incredible it had felt to orgasm.
Fuck it, I wanted this.
I wanted them to make me feel good again.
I shook my head up and down a little before reluctantly pleading, “Please, Ryker.”
“Fuckkk,” Ryker groaned. “Come over here then, Kitten,” he said, patting his lap.
I stood and tried to walk to Ryker when Cade grabbed my wrist and commanded, “Crawl.”
I whirled around, glaring daggers at him.
“No fucking way. I’m not a pet!” I said with venom lacing my voice.
“That's too bad. I thought you wanted to cum, Rowan. You enjoyed grinding yourself down on Ryker's thick fingers so much yesterday. He was about to make you feel good again,” Cade said while running his fingers up and down the inside of my wrist, sending goosebumps across my skin.
Next to him, Killian spread his legs wide and put his massive arms behind his head, like he was getting comfy to watch the show. I chewed on my lip trying to decide if I wanted to argue with Cade more.
Cade continued, “Killian might touch you too if you're a good girl. Get on your knees and crawl to Ryker for us. Show us how pretty you look on all fours.”
My pride screamed at me to tell them to go to hell. To yell “fuck off” and keep my dignity intact. But my body? My body betrayed me. It ached for their control and commands. I wanted to submit. Not because I had to, but because somewhere deep down, I craved this.
I told myself it was a strategy. I was playing the long game, earning their trust so they'd lower their guard and give me an opening to escape. None of this meant anything. I was still in control. Those were the lies I repeated to keep my pride from crumbling.
Because the truth was harder to swallow. Without my suppressants, the instincts were too strong. Beneath all the anger, all the shame, there was something else. There was heat, hunger, and a depraved thrill I didn’t want to address.
Crawling was degrading. And yet, some twisted part of me liked it. Maybe even needed it. I couldn’t let them see that, though. I didn’t want them to know how much they affected me. Or how much control they had over me.
Still glaring at Cade like I hated him, maybe I still did, I slowly sank to my knees. The humiliation should’ve burned hotter than the desire curling in my gut. But it didn’t. Not completely.
I could feel Cade and Killian’s eyes on me as I crawled toward Ryker.
Their stares felt heavy and possessive. Every movement on all fours made me feel vulnerable.
My pride was glad I couldn’t see their satisfaction behind me.
Though ahead of me, Ryker's smile widened as I approached, dimples flashing, eyes gleaming with perverse delight. He was pleased I’d obeyed, pleased I’d come to him like this.
And though I hated the way he looked at me, as if he owned me, I hated even more the way something inside me responded to it.
Once I reached Ryker’s feet, I sat up on my knees, folding my legs underneath me. His widespread legs bracketed me, and my kneeling position put me eye level with the growing tent in his fatigues.
“I put my mouth on you last night, and I think you should return the favor. I want to fuck your mouth, Kitten. Have you ever sucked cock?” Ryker asked while grabbing a fistful of my copper hair and wrapping it around his knuckles.
He tugged at my hair, forcing me to brace and lean over his crotch. With his fist, he anchored my face an inch from his lap, waiting for my response.
“No, sir,” I whispered, suddenly ashamed of my inexperience.
A shadow moved through the corner of my vision, and I realized Killian had gotten off the couch and was kneeling behind me.
He slipped his enormous hands under my shirt and peeled it off of me.
Ryker readjusted his hold on my hair so Killian could pull it over my head, and then fisted my hair again, harder this time, causing my scalp to sting.
I still had my underwear on, but that didn’t help me feel any less exposed, having never been topless in front of a man before, let alone three.
“Better,” Killian grunted as he palmed one of my breasts with his large calloused hand, toying with my nipple, while Ryker stared down at us with darkness in his eyes.
“Take my cock out, Kitten, and put it in your mouth. Killian’s going to have fun with your pretty pussy while you suck me.
No teeth, Kitty. Just move up and down, hollow out your cheeks and try to take me nice and deep in your tight throat.
It’s okay if you gag. I honestly prefer it,” he instructed.
My hands were shaking as I unfastened Ryker’s belt, and unzipped his fly. He shifted in the seat, helping me slide his pants and underwear down as his enormous dick sprung free from inside.
If I was nervous before, I was absolutely freaking out now.
It was so much bigger than I imagined a dick to be. I knew, even though it was my first time seeing one in person, that his was abnormally large. I had no clue how it was going to fit in my mouth, let alone my other… places. If Ryker’s was this size, I could only imagine how big Killian’s was.
The sight of it sent a gush of slick soaking through my underwear.
Killian must have noticed from behind me as he ran his soft tongue from my knee to the core of me, sucking on my heat through the underwear.
It felt so good that my whole body shuddered as Killian growled, “Mine,” and pulled my underwear to the side.
I tried to see what he was doing over my shoulder.
“Kitten, stop getting distracted by Killian. Focus on me,” Ryker said, tugging on my hair, turning my attention back to him.
He held his dick in his other hand, guiding it to my mouth and rubbing the tip against my lips, before commanding me to “open.”
As soon as my lips parted, he pushed down on my head and surged his dick forward, shoving it down my throat and making me gag. I panicked when I realized I couldn’t breathe and struggled in his hold, trying to back him out of my throat.
From somewhere behind me, Cade barked, “Ryker, cut it out.”
Ryker pulled back just enough so I could breathe again, and I glared at him, seething.
“Sorry, boss, Kitten’s mouth just feels so fucking good, I couldn’t help myself. I’ll be gentle with her, promise,” he said as he threw me a wink, which told me he was probably lying.
I stretched my jaw wide around him. His cock was so velvety on my tongue.
I tentatively moved myself up and down his length, sucking hard on the mushroom-shaped head of it when I reached the top.
Ryker hissed through his teeth, a sign that liked what I was doing, so I did it again.
He was so large that my jaw hurt, and I did my best to breathe in and out through my nose.
He guided my head using his hair-wrapped fist. Just as I got the hang of it and was moving with a rhythm that seemed to please him, Killian slid his giant finger into me.