Chapter 13
Emmett
“What the hell were you thinking?”
Gage growls as he throws me into the pit. It’s been used plenty of times by all of us—save for Olly—when we’ve had to deal with more unsavory targets. I’ve been in this room a dozen times, but with the way Gage is looking at me, it’s like I’m the mark or something.
What the fuck?
“I was—”
Gage stalks closer to me, backing me up against the wall. But I don’t let him. I lunge forward with a deep growl.
“Don’t corner me, asshole! I’m not the fucking enemy here!”
Something passes in his expression, something I have never seen before, and I think I’ve just fucked up. Royally.
Gage grabs me by the throat, squeezing before he thrusts me back against the wall with a force that makes the wall nearly creak beneath our combined weight.
“Neither is she,”
Gage hisses, his face so close to mine, I can smell the faint scent of liquor. I can also see the fire in his gaze, and something inside of me shifts, like a switch that’s been flipped. I can’t move.
My entire body stiffens, including parts of me that really, really shouldn’t be stiff right now.
Double what the fuck?
“She is a target,”
I bite. “A mark. Or am I the only one who remembers that?”
“She is more than a target,”
Gage growls. The ferocity in his gaze is more than heated. His hand around my throat tightens, and my stupid cock twitches, remembering another hand wrapped around my throat.
I can’t remember what set her off, but I did something. Said something that pissed her off, and before I knew it, we were arguing.
Then arguing turned into her getting into my face, and I just…
Blacked out, I guess.
The next thing I knew, her hand was around my throat, and I was clawing at her, barking, growling as the heavy scent of peppercorn hit me. I thought she was supposed to smell sweet, but the sudden scent made me think of Olly and his words that night she’d evaded us.
He smelled cinnamon and peppercorn, while Gage and Diego didn’t. I’d passed it off because I wasn’t there, so I couldn’t really say what the damn omega smelled like, and Olly is…Well, he’s fucking Olly, nothing he says ever makes a lick of sense to me.
And then the very thought of Olly spurred that memory.
Just the thought of what I’d witnessed—fucking Olivander Montgomery, resident pain in my ass and nerd extraordinaire, was kissing Auryn.
Something in me broke at the sight, and I’m not all that sure I know what or how to repair the damage.
Fucking Olly….
I bristle in Gage’s hold, the memory resurfacing and angering me all over again. I push against Gage, and he falls back for a moment, surprise in his gaze.
“And Olly thinks he’s the only one who’s fucking objective around here,”
I bite out. I lunge for Gage. “She’s got you all fucking poisoned, doesn’t she?”
Anger swelters inside of me, boiling like an abandoned pot on the stove as I take a step toward him, balling my fist. I catch his sideways glance to the mirror before he looks back at me, but I can’t see anything else at the moment but red.
“What, did she fucking kiss you, too? Like she kissed Olly?”
Gage raises an eyebrow at me before glancing back at the two-way mirror and adjusting his cock, which is when I notice the sizable bulge there.
Something about that also feels…unsettling, but…
Unsettling in the way I feel around Auryn, which is…
My own cock twitches, and I have to ignore adjusting myself, because that’s not…
I’m just stressed, obviously. Auryn’s got me all sorts of fucking crazy.
Damn omegas.
Though I know deep down no omega has ever infuriated me the way she does, and that’s saying something.
I’ve been a part of this pack for years. Rescued plenty of marks, good and bad.
But no one gets under my skin quite like Auryn, that’s for sure.
“No,”
Gage says as I make my way up to him. He stands tall, taller than me, in front of the two-way glass, and I have the strangest inkling to look, but a sense of self-preservation tells me not to.
Because deep down, I know I won’t like what I see. Call it a sixth sense, or a hunch, or instinct or whatever, but I can feel it. Like ominous foreshadowing. If I look, I will never recover.
Because I know Olly isn’t the only one of us she likes.
And right now, he’s on duty, and—
Gage clears his throat, tearing his eyes away from the two way as he steps up to me, pinning me with nothing but his gaze. Fury bounds within me like a ricocheting pinball. All I want is to not feel like this. Caged.
I know punching Gage won’t solve anything. Yelling, screaming, none of it will do a lick of good. I need to let go of this anger, of this pain, but I don’t know how.
And everyone around me seems more than hellbent on just…
“Is that why you’re being such a fucking toddler, Emmett?”
Gage nips.
“I’m not—”
Gage grabs me by the throat once more and shoves me against the two-way, flipping us so his body is pressed against my back, and I have no escape. I wriggle and move, turning my head, because I don’t want to look. I can’t.
“Because you’re jealous?”
“I’m not fucking jealous of Olly,”
I snap. “Or you, or—”
His grip on my throat is harsh, and he uses his other hand to push my face clean up against the glass. I close my eyes, I try to wriggle free, but it’s no use, and then I feel it.
His cock, pressed against my ass. Hard as a fucking rock.
I suck in a breath, trying to shake my head, but every bone in my body is like Jell-O.
And then I hear it. I don’t even have to open my eyes. My body shakes as the faint sound of a moan carries through the open slats on the side of the wall, and my cock throbs.
Between that sound and Gage’s hardness pressed against me, I can’t help but groan.
Gage grunts against me as he removes his hand from my throat, and I can’t move.
I suck in a breath, trying to gain a semblance of control, but it’s too difficult.
“More,”
I hear her breathy voice command, and I thrust against the two-way without thinking.
And then I feel him. Or more aptly, his hand, sliding around and grabbing me.
I cry out as I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Open your eyes, Em,”
Gage commands.
“No,”
I hiss. His hand slides to my waistband. With one hand he flicks open the button and unzips my tactical pants, and my entire body shakes.
I’m caught between the feeling of relief and terror, between arousal and something else I can’t quite place, but… The need to obey and fight is like a strange sort of war I’ve never felt before. I don’t know what I’m fighting, don’t know what or who I want to obey.
Auryn’s moans carry through the space. I mewl in defeat as Gage slides his hand down my fucking pants, and I growl.
“I said,”
Gage snaps, his hand cupping my cock as he presses me against the glass hard, “open your fucking eyes.”
Some switch flips, and I open them without thinking. My cock moistens with precum the minute I lay my eyes on them.
Gage’s fingers slide over my moist cockhead, and I let out a tortured whine.
She’s fucking him. Riding him like she should be riding me.
“See, I think you are jealous, Em,”
Gage says, his voice thick and dark. “I think you’re jealous and don’t know how to share.”
“I—”
Gage keeps one hand on my cock while he tears his free hand from me, stroking me slowly. Tortuously.
“You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar,”
he says, the echo of his belt loosening in the air behind me causing me to thrust into his hand.
I’m so hard it hurts, and though I know I should look away, push him off of me, and punch him square in the jaw, I…can’t.
And I don’t want to.
“Diego and Olly know that, but you—”
He lets go of my cock, and I whine, hating the feeling of bouncing free with nothing to rut against.
I try to grab my cock, but he grabs my hand and pins it behind my back.
“No,”
he says, grabbing my other hand and doing the same. He uses one hand to hold both my wrists behind my back. I try to thrust against the glass, needing to feel the friction, but it’s hard and cold and doesn’t feel as good as his hand.
“You don’t get to come until I say so, because you have not been very nice, Em. So I’m not going to be very nice to you.”
I growl as he presses himself against me, harder, and that’s when I feel it.
Something hard, wet, and large pressing against my seam. I tense.
I know what’s coming, and I know if I told him to stop, he would. But…
I also know he’s trying to teach me a fucking lesson, and my brain is misfiring on all cylinders right now. My gaze flashes to the sight before me, of Auryn’s fingers sliding over her perfect breasts, of the smooth, rhythmic motion of her thrusts.
I wish it was me.
Fuck, why can’t it be me? Why doesn’t she want me? I’m an alpha just like Diego. I might not be an awkward little shit like Olly, but I can hold my own in a fight. I’m strong. I’m dependable, and I have a fucking knot, for God’s sakes.
Why doesn’t she want me?
Stupidly a mewl escapes my throat, and I feel like absolute shit. Shame and guilt ransack me.
“Do your worst,”
I say, my throat tight. “I deserve it.”
I know it’s no use fighting this. Fighting him. Gage is a hell of a lot stronger than I am, and with the way he has me pinned, there’s no escape. I’m fully at his mercy, and there’s no way out.
And something about that is as relieving as it is maddening.
“See what happens when you treat an omega with respect?”
he hisses, pressing his cock against my hole, though he doesn’t push forward. I wiggle my ass, needing to feel the force, the friction.
My knot is already forming just from watching them, from feeling his harsh touch. I’m so wet right now, I’m fairly certain I could slide into her with ease, even with a knot forming.
The thought of doing such a thing elicits a deep groan from my chest.
“When you are nice?”
Gage breathes in my ear. My body shakes, bracing for his contact. I clench my cheeks as I try to breathe. Sensation overwhelms me.
“Please,”
I cry. “Please make it stop.”
My head falls against the glass as my insides twist.
“Why should I?”
He asks, pressing his head against my hole. Taunting me, teasing me.
I let out a shaky breath. My gaze falls on Diego, with his hands on Auryn’s hips, his moans echoing with hers.
“B-because—”
he presses into me, breaching that tightness, and I cry out. Loudly.
Part of me wonders if they can hear me.
Part of me wants them to hear me. Wants her to know what she does to me.
My mind is a fucking mess.
“Say it,”
Gage says, his hips shaking against mine as he holds himself still. I wriggle, trying to take more of him, wanting to feel every bit of his pain. I need to feel it, because he’s right.
I am a fucking asshole.
“Tell me why I should let you come, Em.”
“Because I—”
His free hand finds my hair, and he grabs me, forcing me to look up so I can’t see her. I whine.
My cock is soaked, and my knot is full. Fuck.
The desire to rut, to explode fills me along with the shame that I have nowhere to come.
“Please…”
I cry, trying to move so I can watch her. So I can pretend it’s me. “Gage, please, I’m knotting.”
“I know,”
he growls. “It doesn’t feel very good, does it?”
He presses into me, pushing past my resistance. I’m so close, I don’t know if I will make it. He said I couldn’t come unless he told me to, but…I don’t know if I can hold off.
“No…”
I mewl. “It hurts.”
It’s not a lie. It does hurt. I’m so fucking full, and there’s nothing to hold me. Nothing to take what I have to offer.
Not even my hand.
“Promise you’ll be a good boy and treat our guest with respect,”
he growls, pulling back. The feeling of emptiness blankets me as he leaves my hole, and I cry out in need.
“Please…”
“Promise, Emmett.”
His hand settles around my throat.
“Promise your alpha commander,”
he says, and I can hear the faint edge in his voice. He’s not faring much better than me.
“I p-promise,”
I say as he presses against my seam again, pushing in harder this time. Faster.
I cry out as my knot starts to tingle. Caught between Gage, the sound of Auryn, and my own shame, I feel like I’m going to topple over an edge I’ve never been on before.
And as much as I hate it…
I also like it.
I like the way he’s touching me, the force. I like the sounds she makes for Diego, hearing her like this.
“Promise you will be nice,”
he says as he thrusts into me with a force that rattles the glass. My soaked, full cock presses against the glass, streaking precum along it, and I thrust against the chilled surface.
“I promise,”
I say, my gaze settling on Auryn as she comes undone.
“Good boy,”
Gage says.
He squeezes my throat with one hand while the other reaches for my cock. His palm is warm and feels good against my skin.
“Now come for me, Em.”
I shouldn’t be able to come on command for anyone, but fuck me if the words he speaks aren’t my undoing.
I groan low and heavy as I fill his hand, my knot hitting its peak. The ecstasy is damn near blinding as he builds his own rhythm, fucking me hard and fast until he stills and curses.
The air is quiet except for our breathing, except for my racing heart.
When he slides out of me, I can’t even keep myself upright. I collapse to the floor. My chest heaves, and with the mobility of my hands returned to me, I run them over my deflating knot. I can feel how wet I still am, and shame ransacks me along with a euphoric sort of relief. I glance up at Gage who looks just as frazzled, and the truth hits.
I let him fuck me.
Holy shit, I let him fuck me.
I blink, trying to process that fact. I’ve never in my life ever been turned on by an alpha, but I know all at once that I was definitely turned on by my alpha commander. Just as much as I was turned on by watching Auryn and Diego.
“Get up,”
he orders, and I follow without hesitation, pulling up my pants and doing my best to not come undone like a complete psycho.
“I want you to go check on Olly.”
Gage tucks his cock back in his pants. My gaze settles on his groin, reality sputtering in my brain that moments ago, that was inside of me.
I can still feel his cum dripping out of my ass.
Holy shit.
“Okay,”
I say, catching my breath. I don’t argue because I can’t.
Something in me is different, and the fight is…gone. For now, anyway.
“It’s been hours; someone should make sure he’s okay. You know how he tends to forget to take care of himself when he gets focused.”
“Right,”
I say, slinking towards the exit.
Just as I get to the door, I feel Gage’s hand on my hip. I turn, feeling more than vulnerable. I meet his soft gaze, and he squeezes my hip.
“You good?”
he asks, and I’m not entirely sure how to answer him, because…
I am, I think. At least where Auryn is concerned. I meant what I said. I promised him, and I am a man of my word.
But I’m also kind of freaking out right now because his cum is dripping out of my ass, and I don’t hate it.
What the fuck does this mean?
“Yeah,”
I say, nodding. “Peachy keen, commander.”
With that, I open the door and leave to help Olly.