Chapter 35
Chapter
Thirty-Five
SIMONA
“ A re you okay?” Ryder asks, holding my hand tight as we wait for the others.
Before I can answer, I watch Dominic and Hendrix walk off without a backwards glance. My heart races, I know they’re not leaving but at the same time it feels like it.
I get pining is another symptom of Omega heat, and I can feel Dominic’s eagerness to return easily in our bond. Reading them is easy, almost like they’re both whispering against my ear, confirming they’re going to triple check the guards are here like the Phoenix Group promised.
I curl myself back into Ryder’s arms, and he pulls me to his chest, shifting us so I can keep track of where the others are going. And it’s there, while we wait for their return, that the realisation strikes me—how wonderfully easy it is to be with them.
“Thank you,” I whisper, rubbing my face against Ryder’s shirt. Chasing more of his reassuringhoney-dipped scent, along with the comforting warmth radiating off him. “I want this.”
He kisses the top of my head, chuckling almost villainously, already knowing what I mean. My panties flood as part of me gets caught up in the daydream of seeing him inside my nest—his clothes spread everywhere. My gaze drifts, picking out the pieces from both Dominic and Hendrix that will soon do the same.
Ryder dips down and slowly trails his nose along my throat. When he looks at me, his eyes are hooded, and it looks like he’s struggling to speak. Before I can ask if he’s okay, he cracks his neck side to side, whispering intimately. “How wet are you, Sin baby?”
The air in my lungs whooshes out. “Saturated.” There’s no shame accompanying my oversharing. I want him to know what they do to me. I want them to know everything about me.
Hendrix turns, almost like he heard us, or perhaps he scented me in the air. His focus locks in my direction, and the nearer he comes, the more it feels like he burrows inside.
I feel myself getting dizzy under the assault of his attention. His designation is unrestrained and amplified by his desires. His stormy green eyes are overflowing with it and are dangerously intense. I can’t look away. I don’t really want to either.
Thankful Ryder’s grip on me tightens because as Hendrix gets nearer, so does his scent. And it’s enough to send me to my knees.
I whine. Before I can wonder if I should have zipped my lips, Ryder is encouraging me to be even more vocal, and Hendrix’s lips are on mine. He nips and licks his way into my mouth with an intensity that sears and consumes. Each and every kiss of his leaves me gasping for air.
Hendrix’s thunderstorm scent and Ryder’s honey perfume is all I breathe. I float in a haze. Never before have I felt this way, so safe, so free, so turned on. So desperate for us to be together.
Continuing to kiss and touch, we turn so we can all keep track of Dominic. It’s not really necessary since he’s flooding our bond with his intentions, and I assume theirs.
It’s so natural being myself with them. I feel myself relaxing with each second we share. Until of course I trip myself up, and question if something this amazing could actually be happening to someone like me.
I fight out of the small space we share, suddenly feeling I shouldn’t be here.
Dominic becomes somehow bigger, and his designation presses against me, stealing my focus. His eyes are unusually hard, vicious even. “Do you know who you belong to?”
His bark is like a clap of thunder.
Dominic doesn’t stop intruding. He crowds in, making his designation press on me from all angles until it’s just him and me.
I am completely at his mercy. There’s nothing between us; the biting anger I thought I saw in his eyes isn’t there. He nearly drowns me in his scent, while he urges so many beautiful feelings through our bond. His hands rise up slowly to wrap around my face, gentle like feathers against my skin. “Sorry, Amore Mio , your past can’t have you anymore, you are ours.” He leans down so I see the sincerity blazing in his beautiful eyes, and he takes long deep breaths with me until I stop sounding like I’ve run a marathon. “I know I scared you, and for that I am very sorry. You belong to us now. When you struggle to remember, we will remind you.”
He helps me fight against whatever it was that spooked me. Perhaps I will never know if it was a word, a touch, or a noise that triggered me, but I believe Dominic when he says he will remind me whenever I need him to .
His hand rests on the back of my neck, his thumb trailing over my pulse guiding it back to normal. “ If I have to bark into your ear every second of every day so you are free of him I will. I can see the shadows in your eyes are only lingering from his conditioning. Which is entirely different to his influence. Tell me who you belong to, please,” he growls, dipping lower, whispering and coercing an answer from me with a flurry of his wicked little kisses.
I suspect some people may view his display as unnecessary, perhaps even cruel toying with the power play between us, but I don’t. I see him ready to be the one to chase the horror away. I get a small, dangerous smile before he speaks. “As your lawyer, I will be advising you to trust your pack with your healing.” He grins more as he keeps talking in his professional voice, his eyes glittering wildly as he guides me back into Ryder’s and Hendrix’s embrace. “We’re going to treasure you every day, Simona. Don’t ever doubt how sincere we are in our intentions. We’ve been waiting for you; and now that you’re here, we will do everything so you understand how important you are to us.”
“You say the sweetest things,” I murmur, as my mind refills with light and fluffy emotions. With them around, I’m starting to see clearer and clearer that Brody will not be able to darken my happiness.
“Hmmm, you taste like the sweetest thing.” He shuts his eyes, as if savouring something. His eyes pop open again, but his lust is contained this time. “How’s your pain level?”
I think on his question before answering. “Actually okay. Besides me being a little emotional.” I bite my lip and we both know what I’m referring to.
“Then how about we go up to make sure what we have prepared is up to your standard.”
I laugh humourlessly, shaking my head. “Dominic, I don’t have a standard. I’ve never had a nest. ”
He stares at me, the spark of pain darkening his eyes making me reconsider what I said. But he beats me to it. “The nest I made you doesn’t count?”
My stomach drops. I grip his hand and immediately try to fix the hurt I’m responsible for. “Oh my god, Dominic. No, I didn’t mean what I said the way it came out. I adored the nest you built me, and I will treasure the beautiful memory for a very long time. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
His startling black and white honesty is something I am not used to. I’m used to protracted games and falsities. Being a part of their world, where they are respectful and honest and want the same in return, will take some getting used to.
“Apology accepted.”
He doesn’t make me suffer. He accepts before continuing to rewrite my expectations of Alphas. Ever so tenderly, he guides my head to his chest.
“My heart beats for three people. I won’t hide how I feel. I don’t and never have pretended with Hendrix or Ryder, and I won’t disrespect you like that either. If you are angry or hurt by something I have done or said, I want you to feel safe enough to tell me.”
I listen; the beat of his heart is strong and true. As real as his touch, and the stark sincerity of his words.
“I’d like that. A lot. Thank you for telling me I upset you.”
“Of course, Amore Mio. Now tell me why you said you’ve never had a nest besides mine, and I’ll share with you how fucking wrong that is. What were your parents thinking?”
“I’m not sure they were. Well, Lawson used to be my greatest supporter. He knew about my sensitivities, and he knew Brody was manipulating me. After his heart attack he changed, and he forgot everything I’d told him. Now, he is pro-Brody. ”
“And your nest?” Ryder prompts, gently inserting him into our conversation, but it wasn’t like he’d really left either. He’d been holding me the entire time.
“I should have said, outside of the nest Dominic made, I have never had one. I used to hide under my bed when I needed comfort, but my parents never knew. If they did, I am sure I would have had my bed built in so I couldn’t hide. And when I was in heat, I was mostly sedated and confined to a wing of the house no one would come near.”
The three of them stagger backwards under the weight of my latest secret. Before they each turn to me, without saying a word, I read loud and clear that I will never go without.
Hendrix offers me his hand—always giving me a choice. As soon as I accept, he leads me to the elevator.
“When we’re in the city, we live here. There’s lots of space, and the views are incredible. Plus, we’re near to work.”
The lift opens and he turns me so my back presses against his chest. He curls around me as he leans in to press the button for their level. Not the penthouse but the floor under.
Dominic is watching me intently, and Ryder squeezes into the small space between us and the side of the elevator. All the warm, fuzzy feelings from before return as I get wrapped up in their combined scents.
“We own the penthouse. It’s where Ryder spends lots of his time when he’s not on the road. We converted it to an open space and a music studio. But when he’s writing or producing, anyone that is working with him needs access. You’re entirely safe.” Hendrix says.
Before I can say a word, Ryder is talking. “I think I’ll get the architect back though. I don’t want anyone having access upstairs anymore.”
Dominic smirks without saying a word. I think everyone is aware he’s already set it in motion to fix their apartment. Checking on Ryder, the roll of his eyes only confirms it.
Staying tucked against Hendrix, I watch the counter blinking as we pass the floors. I need something to focus on as Hendrix trails his hands down my sides, keeping his fingers on my waist while he inches my short skirt up until it becomes a belt rather than a dress.
My eyes jump from the counter when Dominic moves slowly and with considered intent. His focus stays on me though, and a tickle of goosebumps races across my bare skin when he presses the stop button. The lift comes to a gliding halt, though the sensations Hendrix is already stirring within me make it feel as if we’re still rising.
“Sweetheart, will you let me take these panties off?” Hendrix breathes his question against my ear, and I shiver like I’m naked in a snowstorm.
“Wh… Wh… Why?” My teeth chatter. But I’m not cold. Not in the least.
“Because I want your pack to see how fucking beautiful your cunt is,” he murmurs before biting down on the spot he always seems to gravitate toward. With my skin between his teeth, he licks and talks. “Before we get lost in your heat, I want them to see how absolutely incredible your pussy is. And then if it’s okay with you, Ryder would like to fuck you with his tongue.”
I gulp and nod. Gulp and nod.
I own this ripped up cunt, Simmy, smashes against my defences.
But at the same time, Hendrix dips his fingers through the slick mess in my panties. “Jesus, Simona, you will ruin us.”
Bad memories fade as Hen keeps patting my pussy like he’s never felt anything better.
I get a hard suck on my neck before he releases the skin, dipping down behind me and taking my panties along for the ride.
Ryder is not subtle as he side steps and sinks to his knees. His head falls against the wall of the lift, and his lips move like he’s in prayer.
It takes me a few seconds to realise he’s whispering, asking me if he can touch—and taste—me.
“Yes!” I say, but it comes out like a loud squawk.
Hendrix starts to trail his fingers up my thighs, and I have to lock my knees not to collapse. “Look how luscious our Omega’s pussy is.”
Dominic hums in agreement; it’s low and rumbly and makes me think really dirty things. Like how good it felt when he was inside me, the pleasure and pain of being stretched around his thickness.
“What are you thinking about, Amore Mio, to get you somehow even wetter?” he interrupts my thoughts.
I flush so hard I feel my cheeks blazing.
Hendrix takes his hand up higher, and his touch highlights how damp my thighs are. “She’s thinking of all the things she wants her Alpha to do to her body. Aren’t you?”
Ryder groans, drawing me out of my mild embarrassment. His eyes are black, his scent is rolling off him—he’s as turned on as I am.
“Rye,” I call him, breaking through some of the haze that’s holding him back. When he’s looking at me, it’s like a punch to my chest—again—this barely describable feeling that I am exactly where I should be, with who I was made for, rocks me to my core. And that is all well and good, but I want his mouth on me before I combust. “I told you I’d mess you up more.”
He laughs. It’s gravelled and husky like he’s been smoking cigarettes and drinking whiskey from dawn to dusk. Of course I react, slicking up more for them.
“Such a good fucking girl, sweetheart,” Hen praises before he literally spreads me wide open, using both hands to do so.
I feel so vulnerable, being bared for the world to see. But if they are my world, I want them to see every part of me.
“Stars above,” Ryder growls. He pulls his shirt off as he crawls to me. “I am not letting one drop of you go anywhere but on my body, or in my mouth, Sin. Please tell me all this is mine.” He looks at me, wildfire in his eyes, challenge in his question.
I’m not the one to answer, Dominic is. But it’s not with words. Dominic grabs a handful of Ryder’s long, dark hair, twisting it in his hand, controlling him, directing him.
I feel them moving towards me. It’s weird but I wait, expecting Brody to hit me before they do. But he doesn’t. I could cry. When Ryder’s mouth engulfs my pussy, I think I do.
He groans, and I watch his eyes roll backwards. I also watch how good it looks when Dominic’s fingers get lost in Ryder’s hair, the muscles on his arms cording with his own strain.
“How’s that feel? You like his tongue on your body? Because I have to say I like him on his knees for you, sweetheart. I like him lapping at your juices like he’s fucking never tasted anything before.” Hendrix speaks his dirty words, his cheek pressed to mine as the both of us watch Ryder eating me out. “Can I take photos, baby? Will you let me immortalise this? Only for us. No one else would see them but, my fucking god, I would look at them constantly.”
I whimper but the noise rolls into a deep, long groan when Hendrix adds his finger alongside Ryder’s tongue, the both of them set on destroying me. “Simona, stay with us. We’re only getting started.”
I’m absolutely soaring like I imagine an eagle must feel— powerful and majestic. Still, I’m not too far gone to forget Hendrix’s request, which makes sense to me—recording and documenting our time together, I mean.
“Yes.”
“Yes to what?” He smirks, turning around and filling my vision.
“Everything.”
“Everything?”
“Always too.”
“If I want to fuck Ryder, while he’s fucking you?”
“Yes.”
“If Dominic was inside your glorious body, and Ryder asked to be in your mouth?”
“I’d beg you to find a way to be inside me. It’s a dream. All this is. And I never want it to end.”
“It won’t end until time runs out,” Ryder adds softly. Looking down, I find his mouth glossy, his lips puffy.
“Come here, Amore Mio,” Dominic demands, and I push free of Ryder, and Hendrix and I climb up into his outstretched arms.
Belatedly asking why.
But that’s the thing, when I am with them, I don’t question their motivations because I don’t have to. So, when Dominic told me to do something I did it instantly, almost without thought. When you’ve come from a place like I have, where people are morally counterfeit and violently corrupt, you learn to read the smallest cues. You also have to develop certainty in your assumptions—I always knew Brody was horrific, and he has proved that time and time again.
There’s not one part of me that questions the three Alphas in this lift. I struggle with trauma and assholes in my past, not from whether I do or don’t trust Pack Torres. I am forever scarred, but I am not as ashamed of those scars as I used to be. Of course, some days will be harder than others, and I’ll question the gospel truth about these three, but I only have to look at them to know they’d do anything to help me free myself from the shackles before they show me what love is.
I float back, after my small transgression and find them hungrier, more determined to right every wrong in my world. They’re crowding around me, and I use my bare legs to push against both Hendrix and Rye’s shoulders to give us space.
“Photos please. Lots of them,” I demand softly, closing my eyes and snuggling against Dominic’s chest.
Ryder goes back to his knees, leaning in. I don’t need to look; I can feel his presence as clearly as a touch on my skin.
Hendrix gives instructions and together, Dominic and Rye move us around until we become the visual Hendrix had. It’s easy to tell when the two match by the grunt of satisfaction he makes.
“Don’t move an inch.”
I do though. I stretch forward and look down at Ryder, using one of my hands to brush the hair that had fallen into his eyes. The sound of a camera accompanies our heavy breathing, and a part of me hopes he’s recording our sound too.
“Rye, kneel down a bit.”
Ryder moves slowly.
“Stop right there,” Hendrix says quietly. “Open that glorious pussy up for me.”
I wiggle in Dominic’s arms when Ryder parts my pussy. And for no other reason but a simmering need. The shutter clicks as Hendrix takes a series of very intimate shots.
When he shifts it stirs the air, his scent and my need colliding is a beautiful combination.
“Hen, please,” I beg, trying to get my own fingers to let go of Dominic’s suit jacket so I can touch myself .
“No begging, sweetheart. You never need to beg.”
The small sob I make is argument enough, and the three of them react. Ryder’s tongue swirls up my thighs, Dominic reaches down to suck on my lip, and Hendrix is in my ear, whispering encouragement while literally pouring his scent on me.
“You’re a fucking angel, Simona. Every part of you is incredible. You will not suffer, baby, but we might teach you how far we can take your pleasure. How about Ryder gets back to fucking your cunt with his mouth, and I take the photo we’re going to hang in our home.”
I don’t answer with words but with slick and scent, earning more rumbles of appreciation and praise. Hendrix steps back, his eyes staring into mine. I follow one hand as he grips himself and the other as he takes a photo. And then he points, directing me back to Ryder who is waiting for me to give him my attention.
I get a wicked smirk—full of ego, longing, adoration and filth before he pokes his tongue out, flattens it, and with our gaze on each other, he licks me from mid-thigh before proving he’s not just a talented musician.
“Come for us, sweetheart,” Hendrix encourages. Unnecessarily.
I’m in another space entirely. Pleasure courses through my veins, and heat travels down my spine. I stop fisting Dominic’s suit jacket to bury my hands in Ryder’s hair before I grind my pussy over his mouth, chasing the simmering peak I can both see and feel still.
Behind me, Dominic uses his hand to hold Ryder firmer before bouncing in place, moving me like I’m moving myself. “Ryder, you’re a master at giving head, show our beautiful Omega how talented your mouth is.”
Dominic’s tone is almost aggressive, but by god it works. For me. And Ryder. Ryder uses his hands to push my thighs wider apart before he curls his tongue around my clit and somehow sucks and pulses simultaneously.
I go off like a goddamn rocket.
Flailing backwards against Dominic’s chest, I’m thrown by Rye’s wickedness, and try to both escape his attention while wiggling for more at the same time. The noises we both make are obscene. Dirty as hell. But hearing his enjoyment, his devotion puts me right on the edge of release.
Then he ramps it up. His tongue buried deep, his gaze finds mine and I get another smirk—one hundred percent debauched and knowing.
My orgasm blasts out, like a violent eruption. I start talking gibberish, absolutely lost in a place where nothing makes sense but does at the same time. I don’t fight against the tides of pleasure; I couldn’t possibly win. When I reach out blindly, Hendrix wraps my hand in his, letting me squeeze the hell out of his fingers. It becomes a lifeline.
A tool I use to find my way back to them. I can’t speak, my vision is blurry, and I have to shake my head a few times before I can do either, but they wait semi-patiently. “Well, that was…”
“Incredible? Amazing? Something you want every morning?” Ryder chuckles as he rises up from his knees. But not straight up like a normal person, he makes a deliberately slow time of it, and he purposely drags his chest over my pussy so my orgasm makes his skin sheen.
Something which has me shivering in delight.
“Come on, let’s get our Omega into her new home, and let her,” Hendrix rumbles his challenge at me, “inspect her nest. If it’s not up to standard, she will tell her Alphas what she needs to make it better. Once it is exactly, and we mean exactly, how she wants it, her Alphas will be able to move on to their next phase of proving to our fucking incredible Omega what they are capable of.”
No words come. None are needed.
I scent up in joyful happiness, and small tears pool as growing acceptance races through me—this is really happening. To me . Not someone I know. Me .