Chapter 14
Ambrose’s words run through my head on repeat as he slips off his coat and places it over my shoulders to obscure my disheveled dress.
As he scoops me up into his arms like a bride and Astrid lets us past, pointing toward the service entrance before heading off to make a distraction.
As River reaches out hesitantly and sweeps my hair off of my face and both their purrs pick up when another cramp hits me, and I release a pathetic little whine.
She’s everything to us.
It seems false after enduring the past few months alone. A way to get Astrid off their backs so they can help me while I’m in pain.
If I were everything to them, why did this happen in the first place? Why didn’t they bust down my door and demand I take them back? Why did it take me going into heat to get River to apologize and explain himself? What’s really changed that would make those words mean anything real?
A deeper whine, a sorrowful one from the core of my being, escapes me.
I vaguely recognize that my omega is making me spiral. Everything feels more intense when she takes over. The need. The pain. The frustration. The longing.
That last one blossoms to life in full force as Ambrose holds me tighter to his chest. “Almost there, sweetheart. You’re being so good for us. So patient.”
When we reach the back exit and emerge into a dim alley next to a dumpster and a loading dock, Ambrose pauses. He turns his focus to River, who is hovering nearby but not touching me.
God, I want him to touch me. Things would be so much better if I were surrounded by all three members of their pack, their bodies soothing the fire threatening to engulf me.
“I had to valet park in order to get a spot.” Ambrose frowns at the thought of bringing me up to the valet stand in my current state.
“We’ll take my car. Stay here. I’ll go get it and meet you outside.” Despite his words, River stays frozen for a few seconds, staring at us. Something determined flashes behind his dark eyes, and suddenly he’s leaning down to capture my lips in a deep kiss.
When he pulls away, I’m panting, and the desire only flares higher when he moves his mouth up to give Ambrose a hot, demanding kiss that has him groaning. Visions of me between them as they fuck me together, kissing as they use my body, makes slick gush down my thighs and my perfume rise.
River’s pupils are blown wide with desire, and for a moment I wonder if they’re going to fuck me right here in the alley. I wouldn’t mind.
“You can do it,” I murmur, rubbing against Ambrose’s chest, the scrape of my nipples against his solid bulk making me moan. I tilt my head toward River, begging for him to kiss me again. “Please.”
Both alphas curse, and River takes a lurching step backward.
“Hurry,” Ambrose rasps, his voice sounding like he’s been gargling rocks.
River gives him a curt nod and takes off jogging down the alleyway.
My omega hates the sight of the alpha running from me, and I bury my face into Ambrose’s neck, stinging tears welling in my eyes.
It’s so stupid. I know that he’s not abandoning me again. Yet, I can’t keep the emotions from crashing over me. Knowing something isn’t true isn’t enough when you’ve been hurt before.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Ambrose’s soft voice echoes the sorrow I’m feeling, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking as my tears spill onto his dress shirt.
“I’m being ridiculous,” I sniff, even as more tears spill.
Kind gray eyes, filled with understanding, gaze down into mine as Ambrose tilts my chin to look up at him. “You’re not. Every time he walks away, I feel it too. It’s hard to trust someone after they’ve hurt you. He has to earn that trust back.”
My purr rumbles to life, heart aching at the compassionate alpha’s confession.
A smile spreads across his lips at the sound, and he strokes my cheek.
“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. If I know one thing about my mate, it’s that he’s stubborn.
River has decided he’ll stop at nothing to prove to us that he’s working on being a better man, a better partner, and a better packmate.
That doesn’t mean he won’t fuck up again, and I’m not saying it makes up for how he’s hurt us, but it’s something. ”
Ambrose’s hopeful assessment eases some of my omega’s panic. “That’s definitely something. I…”
Emotion chokes me as I think about River’s effort. As I think about my part in all of this. If what River said about getting me fired was true, I’m as much to blame for how things fell out as he is.
Maybe even more so because I told him to stay away from me. He confessed his feelings, bonded me, quit his job so we could be together, and I turned around and yelled at him to never speak to me again.
He should’ve asked questions. He should’ve fought to understand. And he absolutely shouldn’t have run out on his pack out of some misplaced need for martyrdom.
“Fuck, I’ve ruined everything,” I murmur, shame surging inside me, strong enough to temper the clenching need of the heat spike. A sharp whine I can’t find the strength to cut off spills from my lips.
Ambrose’s brow furrows in deep concern. “No, no, sweetheart, you didn’t.
Nothing is ruined.” His lips cover mine, soft yet insistent, swallowing down my pain as his purr reverberates against my chest. When our lips part and I open my mouth to speak, he shakes his head. “We’re not too broken to fix.”
I swallow hard, willing myself to believe him.
He kisses me again. “I meant it when I said you’re everything to us. You’re carved into our hearts, and there is no us without you.”
“Ambrose…”
Longing and worry and need tangle together inside me.
I want to surrender to the romance and yearning, but I’m terrified of getting hurt again.
It’s not fair of him to say things like that to me right now, while I’m vulnerable and desperate and he’s smelling like everything my omega dreams of. Stability. Commitment. Comfort. Hope.
A silver sedan pulls into the alleyway, and I don’t have the chance to figure out how to respond to his declaration.
Ambrose yanks the door open as soon as the car comes to a stop, and gently deposits me on the backseat.
I whimper at the loss of his touch, pain flaring, but he rounds to the other side of the car and slides in next to me, pulling me back into his arms.
River’s dark, bittersweet chocolate scent permeates every inch of his car, making my head fuzzy. The time for talking is passing as another cramp hits me and the burning need to be filled overtakes everything else.
“Please,” I beg, fumbling with Ambrose’s belt in my haste to get to him. I can’t seem to get my fingers to work right, and after a moment, the alpha grabs my hand and pulls it away.
“No,” I whine, cheeks heating at how petulant I sound.
Ambrose chuckles and brings my hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to it.
“I’ll give you what you need, don’t worry, baby girl.
” He deftly undoes his belt and zipper with one hand, drawing out his ruddy, thick cock.
My mouth waters at the sight of pre-cum oozing from the tip, and suddenly the only thing in the universe that will make me feel better is tasting it.
I yank my hand out of Ambrose’s gentle hold and bend forward to wrap my lips around his cock.
His citrusy, fresh taste bursts across my tongue, and I moan, plunging down on his cock so enthusiastically that I gag.
But I don’t care. He tastes so good it makes me moan.
I want him to flood my mouth with more of his cream until it douses the flames inside me.
Then fill my pussy up with it so I’m full of him everywhere.
“Shit.” Ambrose’s choked curse and his hand flying to my head spur me on as I pull off then take him down as far as I can go, which is sadly nowhere near all of him.
I’ll have to practice. Learn to relax so I can let Daddy fuck my throat like a good girl.
My mind grows even fuzzier at the thought, submissive fantasies helping to numb the pain of the heat in my body. Pushing back all the worries about what will happen later with the pleasure of what’s happening now. All that matters is sucking Daddy’s cock until he explodes.
“Where are we going? I don’t know where she…”
I barely register River’s words over the sound of my moans and the sloppy bobbing of my mouth on Ambrose’s cock, but I notice the tension in his voice. It makes my omega want to climb up into his lap and soothe him once I’ve gotten my reward from his mate.
“Take us h-home,” Ambrose gasps, gathering my hair in his hand to hold it out of the way. And maybe to try to ease me off, given how ragged he sounds. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
I pop off his length for a moment, using a hand to wrap around his knot and squeeze, lapping at the pre-cum that flows from the tip. “I want it, Daddy.”
“Fucking hell.” River’s hoarse curse makes my clit throb and cheeks burn as I faintly realize maybe I shouldn’t be calling his mate “Daddy” while he’s in the same room. Or same car. Whatever.
“I’m supposed to be taking care of you, sweetheart,” Ambrose rasps, his voice almost pained as I beg him with my eyes and swipes of my tongue around the head of his cock.
“She wants your cum. Give it to her,” River commands.
Goosebumps break out all over my skin at the sheer dominance of his alpha.
I wish I could see him, but I can imagine his hungry dark eyes watching us through the rearview mirror.
My pussy clenches with need and slick coats my thighs at the thought of him seeing me please his mate.
Knowing that Ambrose may be my daddy, but River is the one in charge of him.
Ambrose releases a pitiful groan before using his hand in my hair to direct me back down on his cock. “You sure this is what you want, baby girl?”
I nod as best I can, sucking him down and kneading his knot.
“Fuck, fuck, alright, that’s it…just like that…oh god, here it comes.” Ambrose’s grip in my hair tightens as the first spurt of his cum hits the back of my throat.
I sputter, my body instinctively going to pull off, but River’s sharp voice stops me. “Stay down on him and take it all. You wanted your daddy’s cum, so be good and take it.”
I obey, drinking down each jet of Ambrose’s cum like I’m dying of thirst. I want to be good, but there’s so much that it leaks out from between my lips, sliding down his length and onto where my hand grips his knot.
When Ambrose releases my hair and his cock gives one last weak pulse, his body sagging, I slowly drag my mouth off of him.
“Fuck, such a good girl,” Ambrose purrs, stroking my hair, then circling my swollen lips with his thumb with a look of awe.
As I move to sit up and kiss him, River makes a tutting sound. “Clean him off. Make sure you don’t waste any of my toy’s precious cum.”
“Focus on the road,” Ambrose says weakly, even as River’s filthy words make him shudder with pleasure.
River laughs, but I can’t think of anything other than him calling Ambrose his toy. Wondering if he’d call me similar filthy things if I asked him to use his alpha’s dominance on me.
My clit pulses, so on edge that it won’t take much to make me shatter. But I want to be good, so I resist the urge to slide my hands between my thighs and instead lick the sticky seed from my fingers, then clean up what’s splattered onto Ambrose’s pants as best I can.
Ambrose’s cock swells back to life at my efforts, and I gasp as he palms my ass. “Come here, sweetheart. Get on Daddy’s lap and take what you need.”
I smack my head against the roof of the car in my hurry to straddle him. Not that I care for long, because he’s guiding his rigid length to my entrance and holding it in place as I sink down on him. “Ohhhh, yes.” My pussy flutters around him as his knot bumps my clit.
“We’re almost there,” River warns.
Ambrose grips my hips and starts bouncing me on his cock, careful not to bump my head against the roof again. “Come on, sweetheart. Come for us.”
I break, clamping down on his cock in convulsing waves, begging for his knot. Ambrose groans but doesn’t give in to my demands.
It’s enough to take the edge off, though, cooling my throbbing need as I come down from my orgasm. Ambrose eases me off his cock, still hard and dripping as the car comes to a stop.
A moment later, River opens the door and holds a hand out for me. I take it, not trusting my legs to hold me up right now. Something in his eyes goes soft at my lack of hesitation, but I get distracted when I realize where we are.
“I thought you were taking me home.” I look up at the familiar brick front townhouse.
Ambrose joins me, taking my hand in his and giving it a squeeze. “We did.”