Chapter 19 Back in Cash City.
Back in Cash City...
Acadia
I’ve been in a haze of knotting and fucking for what feels like days. I wake up ravenous, needing all my alphas and Mads, and before I can whine about the missing men, Kol distracts me. He’s a force. We are like two hurricanes meeting each other in the open ocean.
He never runs out of energy and never makes me wait, beg, or bargain.
With him, I’m continually coming.
I don’t understand why a rutting alpha isn’t the most popular type of alpha. This is where it’s at. A ready, hard, and leaking cock is always available to me to fuck every time I need it. It’s every omega’s dream.
Oscar catches on to our insatiable desires quickly. He whispers Spanish over my skin like a prayer. He washes me with cloths and warm water. He checks my eyes and throat. His mouth is almost always on me, kissing and licking and biting.
He also makes sure Kol is eating and drinking.
I don’t need to do those things. Their bodies fill me. Every time I drink down their cum, I’m fed.
But Oscar does make me drink water.
Kol is fucking my ass while Oscar is in my tight cunt. Oscar is lying down, and I’m pinned between them.
“Harder!” I scream. “More! Deeper! Harder!”
An omega slicks herself both in her cunt and in her ass, so we don’t need lubricants, typically. I’m ready, and I want more.
“Scream my name, and maybe I will fuck you harder, Little Momma.”
Oscar manages to suck in one of my nipples. My head is thrown back. And Kol pounds into me from above, whilst Oscar fucks my pussy from below. I cry out both of their names.
Kol is not one for technicalities. He fucks me harder without me screaming just his name.
I want to be knotted like this.
I reach back and hold myself open with my hand on my cheek, wanting them to get more inside me. Kol is exerting himself, but he doesn’t look like he’s slowing down.
As much as I miss Locke and Mads, I have a thing for threesomes. It’s one of my favorite things. Two people giving me everything? Perfect. Two is perfect. I like being thrown between them as they plot my ever-living pleasure.
“You want us to knot you like this, Little Momma?”
“Yes,” I cry out. “Yes. Yes.”
I lick up the side of Oscar’s face, then rest my teeth on his brow.
My mind melts. No thoughts come or go. I’m just a being of pleasure and sex.
Their scents. Their noises. That’s all I need.
Kol’s fall leaves and Oscar’s brewed coffee scent.
All ochre and rich and manly. It’s hard for me not to be in love when I’m on another plane of existence, experiencing this much pleasure.
Oscar comes first.
“My knot,” he grunts.
“Do it. Todo el camino, jefe,“ Kol coaches him using a combination of English, Spanish, and grunting.
He barely gets the last word out before he is also coming.
Oscar has knotted me a dozen times, but Kol still loves talking him through it, and so do I.
With a shout, Oscar pushes his knot into me, and with a growl and a bite on my shoulder, his jaws holding me still, Kol does the same thing.
I’m so full, and there’s so much pressure.
My fingers grip hard on Oscar’s pecks. I’m sure I’m leaving him bruised.
To be knotted is everything to an omega. She did it. She found a good mate. She fucked that mate. And now she’ll get pregnant.
And I hope I do.
I hope I have Oscar’s babies.
Kol’s babies.
So many babies.
My thoughts are around our future children as I pass out in their arms, having had more orgasms than I can count in the last hour.
I’m jolted awake like someone has poured cold water over me. Both my alphas are out of me, but we are still lying in a pile. Or we were. All three of us are standing and panting, and holding our bodies. I’m holding my heart. Oscar is holding his head. And Kol has his hand over his mouth.
Our bond.
Something happened to our bond.
I’ve still got one foot in the realm of the asleep, so it takes a bit to understand what caused our panic.
Are they dead?
Kol and I look to Oscar, our pack lead, for answers. He looks like he knows. His face is anguished. Then suddenly, euphoria. It hits me so hard I cry out and fall into Kol’s arms. Oscar wraps his arms around both of us.
I bury my face between them and cry.
What is happening?
Then suddenly, like the flip of a switch, it’s gone.
“Are they dead?” I ask. I can’t feel anything anymore.
Oscar shakes his head. “No, no, mi amor. Not dead. They’re alive.”
“Then what happened?” I say between my sobs.
Both of my alphas purr for me. I’m susceptible to it, so I’m compelled to relax.
“I think,” Oscar says and then pauses for a long time before saying, “I think Locke bonded that omega. Legs’s daughter.”
My brain takes the information and neatly lays it out for me, kindly. Mads and Locke haven’t been missing. They’ve been gone. In Salt Port.
“Did they leave me?”
“No, they were taken. Bags over their head and thrown into a van. They would never leave you.”
Oh, no, Locke. What did they do to him? My Locke. I didn’t even get a chance with him. A few hours. A few fucking hours.
“They forced him to bond that girl,” Kol growls.
And the girl? The 19 year old omega. Bonded with a man who doesn’t want her or love her. My heart aches, and tears continue to track down my cheeks for her.
“Who is she?” I ask under my agony.
“A selfish, vapid girl who never understood what was really happening.”
A selfish…vapid girl.
Selfish.
Vapid.
The picture I had in my head of an innocent omega warps. I’m not sure what to think. In my experience, if there’s a powerful older man, and a younger woman who can’t support herself…it’s often the man who’s the abuser and the girl who’s the victim.
But I don’t know them.
Oscar knows them.
“We have to get them back.”
He nods and kisses my hair.
“We will get them back.”
My eyes flutter and my heart races. My hands cast over Oscar’s naked body. We will get them back, but not while I’m in the throes of heat. I drop to my knees and suck in Oscar’s already stiff cock.