Chapter 19
NINETEEN
Alarms are blaring in my head.
I’m on a collision course to ruin.
This is a bad idea.
A colossal mistake.
I cannot imagine anything worse that I could be doing.
If Kieran finds out, he’ll kill me.
Crystal will likely come out of this in the morning and be furious that I took advantage of her. But I can’t let her suffer alone.
Because once again, on my watch, she’s high on fizz against her will.
And I did fuck all to stop it.
I’m trying to tell myself I couldn’t have done anything because Kieran holds the power, and I’m not going to challenge him in a fucking room of crime lords.
But shouldn’t I have at least tried? For Queenie?
She sucks my fingers into her mouth from the passenger seat of my car, her other hand making obscene noises as it plunges in and out of her slick cunt.
I almost took her to the pleasure dens, but if anyone saw me go into the room with her and not come out, chances are Kieran would kill me. Queenie is off-limits to everyone—even me.
“Are your lights back on?” I ask as I carry her to the door of her townhome. She makes an affirmative mewling noise as I cart her inside. “Where is your nest, Omega?”
She moans, hands dragging over my body, lighting me on fire. “Little closet.”
Eventually, I find what she’s referencing. It’s a nesting room, but she’s right that it’s barely bigger than a walk-in closet. I lay her down on the dark surface, where she immediately starts to strip out of the tiny dress Kieran forced her to wear.
In seconds, she’s completely bare in front of me, her body flushed, her thighs slick.
She’s gorgeous. I’ve always thought so. Tight little body, small, pert breasts, and that fucking tattoo on her thigh.
She’s like a portrait of my desires.
I’m not supposed to have this. I was never supposed to have this.
I certainly don’t deserve it.
So maybe I’ll take this moment to indulge in what I’ll never have again.
But fuck, this isn’t right.
She doesn’t really want me.
It’s the fizz talking.
I can’t take advantage of her.
“Crystal, I can’t.” I squat down to put a hand on her leg, stilling her writhing even though her fingers still search for relief between her thighs. “This wouldn’t be right. I’d be taking advantage of the situation.”
She groans, throwing her head back into the plush surface of her nest. “Puck. You work for the fucking mob-”
“Technically, the Conglomerate is not the mob,” I interject.
“UGH,” she nearly shouts. “Shut up, Puck. Why is this what you have morals over?”
I still, my shoulders completely rigid. She doesn’t know. I don’t let anyone in, so she couldn’t possibly understand why that affects me, especially from her. But the words still hurt.
They still poke me hard in the chest.
“You don’t know me as well as you think you do, Crystal,” I say flatly. “We’ve all got secrets. I’m trying to stop you from hating me and yourself in the morning.”
“How can I prove to you that I would fuck you without the fizz?” she whines, crawling across her nest to a small storage ottoman. She pulls open the top and starts rummaging through it. She emerges with a massive dildo with a tube and a pump running from the base of it.
“I don’t think you can,” I tell her honestly. “Not unless it’s written down somewhere.”
“Oh yes, ‘dear diary, I want to fuck the mob enforcer.’” She rolls her eyes as she spreads her thighs wide—my mouth waters at the sight.
My cock is uncomfortably stiff, and I feel like I’m going to bust out of my jeans as I watch her slide the thick dildo inside her needy pussy. Her body immediately slackens, the tension draining out as she begins to fuck herself with it.
“Can’t you just touch me or something?” she whines, not breaking eye contact as she thrusts the toy into her soaking wet cunt.
Her cunt that I’d give my left nut to dive into right now.
I sit beside her, placing a hand on her sternum, pushing her to lie down, and holding her there. “I can do this,” I say softly, pinning her to the nest surface. “I can make you feel pressure like someone is on top of you. Will that help?”
She moans loudly, writhing beneath my touch. Her flesh is hot, and I have to fight every instinct I have not to let my hands drift to her pretty pink nipples or down to her slickness.
When she comes, her back arching, her legs shaking, my cock jerks and leaks in my boxers.
But that doesn’t seem to be enough for the Omega. She inflates the knot at the base of the dildo and furiously begins to work her clit.
“Puck,” she groans, one hand tracing up her body to twist her nipple. “Please, I need more.”
I adjust myself in my pants, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes. “What do you need from me, Crystal? Do you want me to spread those pretty thighs and lap at that soaking wet cunt?”
She moans, bucking up against my hand. “Yes, yes, please.”
“What if I kept you plugged up with that fake knot while I teased those plush lips of yours with the head of my cock?” I brush my fingers lightly over her mouth, teasing her. “Do you want to taste me, Queenie?”
I squeeze my cock tightly with my other hand, silently cursing myself for making this worse. It was bad enough to have to listen to her get off, but now I’m participating, putting ideas in both of our heads.
She moans and bucks against her hand, eyes closed, and mouth parted. She’s a fucking siren, calling me, and despite my better judgment, I can’t stop teasing her with my fantasies.
“Maybe I’ll make you kneel in front of me-”
She suddenly sits up, eyes startlingly clear as she spins on me and pokes a finger in my chest. “I kneel for fucking no one, Puck Bellamy. If you think I’m going to allow a man to control me in any capacity after everything I’ve been through, you have another thing coming.”
Guilt burns like fire in my veins. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t think…”
“Exactly. You didn’t think. I’m no one’s toy.” She stretches back down. “But if you’re lucky, you can be mine.” With those words, she deflates the knot of the dildo and pulls it out, holding it up to me.
“Want a lick?” Her voice is seductive, her Omega nature rising to the surface with the help of the drug. Before I can answer, she wipes it across my neck, coating my pulse point with her pheromones. “Hope your tongue is long.”
She drops the dildo and finds a cordless wand vibrator. I’ve seen one before. They’re powerful and used when someone wants to come hard and fast.
This does not bode well for my control.
Fucking hell, how many times am I going to have to watch her come?
She wedges herself between my legs, ruining my ability to stroke my cock, but I can still wrap an arm around her and pin her against my chest. When the vibrator clicks on, the low buzz filling the nest, I have the perfect view of how her thighs tremble when she comes.
What would it feel like to have those wrapped around my ears?
“Puck,” she moans softly, head lolling over. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Anything,” I tell her.
She grabs my hand, and I think she’s going to want to hold it through the orgasms, but instead, she places my hand on the handle of the wand. “Hold this for me for a minute, will you?”
I swear, but fuck me, I don’t drop the vibrator. One hand on her chest, the other holding the vibrator between her legs, with her body plastered and writhing against me. I’m so close to giving in.
“You’re just trying to rile me up,” I groan, grinding my cock into her back. “I’m trying to be a good guy here.”
“Ah, Puck, we both know you’re not a good guy. You’re a delicious shade of gray.”
She pushes back against me, placing more pressure and friction on my cock than I can handle. As her body jerks and twists under another orgasm, I feel my balls tighten, and my spine starts to tingle with the realization that I’m close, too.
I can’t come. I can’t.
But then she reaches behind and wraps her hand around my bulge.
And she squeezes.
My orgasm is brutal, ripped out of me as I gasp and band my arms tightly around her.
Crystal hums softly, pats the wet spot on my pants, and then sinks into the base of the nest, temporarily satiated.
It’s going to be a long night.
* * *
After rapping on the dark red door, I bury my hands in my pockets. It’s early, but I know she’s awake.
I just left Crystal’s place after a night of watching her make herself come.
Over.
And over.
And fucking over.
The moment I got back to my car, I jerked off right there in the middle of the fucking street. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I may have come in my pants once, but it wasn’t enough.
But that’s when I realized how much fucking trouble I’m in.
The door wrenches open, and my cousin smiles broadly. “Puck! What a surprise.” She steps back, her red heels clicking on the tile floor as she lets me enter.
“Yeah, sorry for just showing up, Rebecca.” I follow her into the kitchen, where her Omega, Yvette, is making coffee.
Yvette’s tight black spirals are pulled back with a pretty, ornate clip, and she’s wearing scrubs. She’s clearly about to head to her job at the hospital. Rebecca kisses the back of her neck and hums softly. “Morning, love,” she whispers before leading me into the dining room.
I perch awkwardly on a chair, still feeling wrung out and raw from my night with Crystal. Rebecca’s smooth black hair is pinned back behind her ears and cascades over her shoulder as she tilts her head at me. “What’s going on, Puck?”
I’m tapping my foot rapidly, worrying the skin around my fingernails. I can’t make eye contact with her when I admit, “I need another dose.”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “No.”
“Rebecca,” I plead. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency. Please.”
“I can’t, in good conscience, let you keep doing this to yourself. It’s not healthy.”
“I don’t have a choice!” I snarl. “You know that.”
She rubs the back of her neck. “I know. But it’s not like I keep it lying around anymore.”
“But you can get me some, right? Uncle E can get me some?” I’m desperate. If Rebecca can’t help me, I’m screwed. Worse than screwed.
Rebecca taps her foot nearly as fast as mine. “Why? What’s going on? You look like you’re about to crawl out of your skin.”
“One of the Omegas at work got dosed last night. I … I was with her all night.” The words feel dirty as soon as I say them, and Rebecca’s face twists in fury before I can rush and say, “I didn’t touch her! Not like that. No matter how much she begged. I just kept her safe and made sure she didn’t call anyone. But…”
“It was too much for you.”
“It was way too much.” Pain lances my chest, and I nearly double over. “I’m going to have a massive problem soon if I don’t get another dose.”
Yvette comes in and sets coffee in front of each of us. “I can help you through it, you know that, right? You’re family. I can help you get off of it.”
“I can’t. I need it.” Why are they making me beg? Don’t they realize I don’t like this any more than they do?
“I can’t force you, of course, but Puck, this can’t continue. You’re going to cause permanent damage to your body.” Yvette leans on Rebecca’s chair, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I know I’m a broken record here, but this isn’t the way to do it. It won’t bring her back.”
“You don’t know anything,” I snarl. “I’m so close. I need a little bit more, and then I can stop. I promise.”
She shakes her head sadly and turns to leave, but stops right before she does. She doesn’t look at me as she says quietly, “You know what this means, right? That you need it this badly, this soon?”
I don’t want to admit it.
It won’t be true if I don’t think it or say it out loud.
She doesn’t wait for my answer before leaving the room.
I’m crawling out of my skin. My body doesn’t feel like mine anymore. I feel disconnected from it.
I’ve never let it get this bad before.
Rebecca sighs heavily as she watches me struggle in my chair. Eventually, she gives me a tight nod. “Let me make some calls.”