Chapter 12 #2
Smirking, Felix pushes off the wall and turns me so my back is against it. His fingers tangle in my hair and pull my head back until I’m staring up at his green eyes. They remind me of a sea green, though I’m realizing that they seem to change color with his mood, much like I’ve heard that mine do.
“Good,” he whispers, dropping his head to kiss me. It feels as if this is what I’m just going to do while I’m here, and I should get on board with it.
As Felix’s other hand ghosts down my chest, my nipples immediately complain that he’s not touching them, and I arch my back as I nip at his lips. His deep chuckle is so fucking sexy, and I know I’m in trouble. If I had any idea what I was doing, I’d like to use him as my vertical playground.
“You’re being a tease, Felix,” Remy rumbles. He’s closer than before, and I can feel the warmth of his body as his brother cages me against the wall.
No part of me is panicking, I feel really fucking good in fact. Felix’s hand squeezes my stomach possessively, and my hips tilt up in need. It’s hard to control my baser needs when he’s so hard all over, his kisses taste like sin and vanilla frosting, and I just want more.
Felix deepens his kiss with a groan, his hand moving to pull my leg up onto his hip. Between the way he’s standing and the placement of my leg, his cock is pressing against my very exposed pussy.
“Felix,” I whimper, barely able to get out a word before he’s kissing me again.
“You’re getting my pants all wet, baby,” he growls, rocking forward to give my clit more stimulation. I’m quickly moving past the point where I’ll be able to stop.
I need to come. The teasing, kisses, are all driving me wild.
“Felix, if we don’t stop, I won’t be able to,” I moan. “Please…”
“If he stops, will you be able to turn off the waterfall between your thighs?” Remy asks, rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb. “If you go home, are you going to use one of our toys to fuck yourself with?”
“Does it bother you that I use toys?” I ask curiously.
Felix barks out a laugh as he kisses my nose sweetly, which is very contradictory of what I know about him.
“Hollis, really?” he asks. “I think Remy is more interested in knowing if they’re ours or not.”
“Oh. All of my toys are from Naughty Tote,” I admit. They have a fucking sex toy company, of course they don’t care if I use toys.
“I’d rather make you come myself,” Felix sighs, his hips grinding over my pussy.
“Felix,” I whine. “Oh God. Please, please.”
“Fuck, you’re so damn pretty. I always think you’re the most gorgeous girl in the world, but like this? Damn, baby,” Remy groans.
His compliment takes me by surprise, but then he’s kissing me as his brother grinds and rocks his cock against me. It feels so good, I can’t even be bothered to worry about the mess I’m making as my pussy pushes slick out.
I always do the right thing, overthink and triple check my decisions, shouldn’t I just enjoy something for me?
That’s the last thing I think of as Felix caresses and moves his hand up my leg, avoiding the gun strapped to my thigh. I moan into Remy’s mouth as Felix squeezes my ass, using it to pull me tighter against him.
“Fuck, Hollis. Please come for me,” Felix rasps, sucking on a sensitive place between my shoulder and throat. “I want to smell you on me tonight. Your slick is soaking through my pants, baby. Be my good little omega, yeah?”
His words and the way his hips keep constant contact with my clit get me closer to my release as I keen into Remy’s mouth. Remy’s hand squeezes my breast, kneading and pinching my nipple through my clothes makes me writhe as I’m trapped between the two of them.
“What do you need?” Remy rasps.
“I don’t know,” I gasp. “I need more.”
“Can I have permission to make you come? Please, Hollis. I can give you a little more,” Felix says, stealing my lips from his brother. “You’re so goddamned close, baby.”
“Don’t pressure her,” Malcolm growls, making the brothers stiffen.
Glancing over at him, I flush. My dress is shoved up, and this doesn’t look great after I practically ran away from them earlier.
“I want you to think about this, Hollis. Your scent is all through the house. Brice is holding onto the door frame in the living room so he won’t come over here.
Felix is going to take his thumb and press it against your needy, swollen clit.
He’ll rub it until you come all over it and then suck your slick from it. ”
Holy fucking cow. I’m panting at the visual while Felix grins at me in a way that makes me think he literally wants to eat me.
“Do you want that, Hollis?” Malcolm purrs, smirking as I try to pray to the oxygen gods to help me get enough to my brain to make a decision.
Fuck me, I really do want that before I chicken out.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I do.”
Malcolm stands on the other side of me and grins. “Now come like our good girl.”
And then… thinking is not an option. Malcolm kisses me, his hand closes over my other breast so that both he and Remy are torturing me. I wish there was more give to this dress so that they could have more access, but there isn’t. I suppose I should think about that for next time.
Felix’s hand grabs my ass to keep me still while his thumb rolls slowly over my clit. I want to beg for more, but I can’t speak right now. His speed makes me mewl and Malcolm’s lips curl up as he continues to kiss me.
“Patience, baby,” Remy murmurs. “He’s going to make you feel so good.”
The muscles in my thighs begin to feel as if they’re liquifying, and there’s a heat growing in my belly. My pussy wants something to fill it, and this is about the time that I’d use a toy.
Whimpering against Malcolm’s lips, I want to beg for more.
“Since you use our toys, Hollis… Have you used any of the knotted dildos?” Remy asks.
“Yes, I want to know,” Malcolm says, moving his lips to kiss my temple. “You’re fucking stunning, baby. You’re almost there.”
“Yes!” I cry out, an answer to both of them.
“Fuck yes,” Remy groans. “God, now I want to know which one is your favorite. The thought of you fucking a knot into your tight little cunt is enough to make me come in my pants. That’s it, baby. You keep circling those hips. Felix will get you there.”
A startled scream releases from my lips as Felix switches from his thumb to two fingers, rolling faster over my clit.
“Yes, yes, Felix, fuck, please,” I wail.
“You’re so wet, Hollis,” he says in a worshipful tone. “There’s so much we all want to do to you. Mal is right. We’ll start slow. Come on, baby. Think about a thick knot stretching you open. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “I want it.”
“I know, baby. One day soon, you’ll have mine. Imagining how wet and tight you’re going to be is going to have me begging one of these assholes to make me come,” he groans.
Oh. Oh yes. My eyes roll as I think about the way they must take care of each other’s needs. It doesn’t make me jealous, rather the opposite. I want to watch, participate, and know what it’s like for this pack to “take care of each other” in the bedroom.
My mind runs wild as Remy and Malcolm touch me, and I come so hard my scream is without sound.
Opening my eyes, I gaze in shock at the alphas as they grin at me proudly.
Felix sucks on his fingers before dropping to his knees to lick every drop of slick off my thighs.
I give a needy whine of complaint as he fixes my dress with a grin and stands.
“You’re delicious,” he says, kissing me. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue, and I find myself rising to my toes for more. “Greedy, no more for you.”
Pouting, I nod. “I am very awake now,” I grumble.
“I’m wrapping food up for you,” Malcolm says as he starts walking me toward the kitchen.
“Um. I can’t have anything in my hands if I’m walking to the elevator,” I say apologetically.
Felix realizes that I may need to protect myself and almost trips on nothing.
“I’ll put it in my bag so you won’t have to,” Malcolm growls. “Is there a reason Emilia hasn’t been killed yet?”
“So bloodthirsty,” I tease him.
I don’t see Remy as I walk into the kitchen with Malcolm and Felix.
Brice takes a breath as he sees me and walks over to join us.
“You’re going to sound like me soon if you’re not careful.
Emilia Richardson is protected by Pack Domino along with other packs that prefer omegas to adhere to the old fashioned rules where they submit to alphas.
These packs prefer arranged marriages to strengthen the bonds between different families, so they want Emilia and ROWS to continue teaching this.
I was doing some research on her last week when I couldn’t sleep. ”
“Who are they?” Felix asks. “And exactly how did you find this out?”
“They’re packs that aren’t affiliated with the Irish mafia families,” I explain.
“Pack Domino is actually an Italian pack that lives in Michigan. Emilia is the niece of Roberto Domino, and he dotes on her. No one wants to have them come to Minneapolis to make trouble, which means she’s untouchable for now.
One day, she’s going to piss someone off, and none of her alliances will help her. ”
Remy walks into the kitchen, and I see a little bit of lace peeking out of his pants. Damn, he found my panties! I really thought it would be Felix going to the bathroom to find them. Guess I was wrong.
“Hollis,” Malcolm murmurs, taking out a takeout container to fill it with food. “How do you know this?”
“The dark web,” I grumble, pulling my attention back to him. “However, we’ve been trying to figure out how she’s so protected, and now we know. I need to call Cian about it. I don’t know if he actually knows this and is keeping the information quiet, or if he’s as in the dark as I’ve been.”
“I really hate how sexy it is when you talk about illegal activities,” he sighs.
I watch as he packs the container with rice noodles, chicken, and vegetables in a brown sauce that looks amazing.
“You can nuke this and it’ll make for a nice late meal or even breakfast depending on when you get hungry.
It’s well sealed so it’ll fit in that monstrosity of a Mary Poppins bag that you have. ”
“I love my bag.” Shrugging, I admit to myself that it’s a giant tote but it works for me.
“You look both awake and rested,” Brice says knowingly as I blush.
“It’s exactly what I didn’t know I needed,” I tell him.
I suppose it’s true. I needed to know I was safe and I’ve been so keyed up with anxiety and stress that I also needed the orgasm.
Releasing control here and there may be necessary for my sanity, but I won’t tell Pack Ledger that quite yet.