Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Saylor
A fter wrecking me against the glass wall, Valor carries me to his loft. Despite what Omen said about Valor’s bed, it’s clear he changed the sheet before lying down in his own loft.
“He was cold earlier, and we won’t need all of these.” Valor snags one of the blankets and carries it over to cover up his friend before coming back and climbing into his bed.
His powerful muscles flex as he stretches an arm around the top of my head.
I scoot over without an ounce of shame. The only thing that could make this experience better would be to have Omen wrapped around my back.
I’m still needy and achy, but I’m no longer afraid my organs are cooking from the inside out, and when I rest my head on Valor’s chest, our skin seems to be closer to the same temperature.
He plants a giant palm on my hip and starts to purr. “I like you a lot, little one, but you can’t get too attached. We’ll find some way to get you out of here without ruining your life in the process.”
My hand slides up, pinching the fuck out of his nipple. “Just stop talking. You’re hotter when you don’t speak.”
He sighs, gently moving my hand to rest over his stomach. “Omen and I aren’t good men. We live on the wrong side of the law. If I don’t go back to work after leaving this place… I’m going to owe my old boss a lot of money for my time here. He won’t just let us walk away, not with that kind of debt hanging over our heads.” Despite his words, he laces his fingers with mine.
Okay, this alpha is the king of confusing signals.
But I get what he’s saying.
I don’t think I’m built for a life of crime, and he’s saying that if we bonded, I’d be tied to them, and by proxy, to his boss.
My mind races.
I think I have something like three grand in my bank account. The specific number doesn’t matter because it wouldn’t be enough to buy their freedom, but once I’m twenty-one, I’ll come into the first half of my inheritance.
That’s mere months away.
If I get married or do a pack commitment ceremony, I would gain access to my full trust. At least, I’m ninety-nine percent sure it would pay out immediately in that case. I just always assumed I would turn twenty-one long before bonding, mostly because of my limited romantic prospects.
Oh my god.
Am I the woman who goes on one date and starts planning a wedding? Maybe under normal circumstances, I would be a weirdo for even contemplating it, but I truly don’t think I could force myself to leave Omen and Valor trapped in here. No matter what they believe, I don’t think they deserve to be confined in a place like this.
If Valor is rabid, he does a damn good job of hiding it. More than that, bonding would bring back his mental clarity…at least, that’s what the doctor said.
Even thinking of her fills me with rage. She’s a woman, and she actively helps them do terrible things to women.
It doesn’t make any sense.
Maybe they forced her into her role or something, but it makes me want to see everyone who works here pay.
If the omegas willingly entered for a payday, that might be one thing, but that’s not what happened to me. It makes me wonder if they’ve been lying to the alphas all along about how they find the omegas. Even if some of them did sign up to be here, there should be an out in the contract if they change their mind and want to be released.
This whole facility is majorly screwed up.
Valor’s chest rumbles with his steady purr, and I cuddle even deeper.
I’ve been lonely for so long that the thought of being away from him and Omen makes my chest tight. Even if I was able to get out of here, I can’t fathom going while they had to stay.
Valor would still need to find an omega to bond to gain his freedom. Imagining him with someone else sends my hackles right up, so much so that I find myself snuggling right on top of his chest.
He doesn’t stop me.
A low, rumbly chuckle leaves his lips, and I don’t let myself think about how his cock is right there. In fact, if I wiggled a little lower, I’m pretty sure I could get him inside me, but I’m clear for the moment.
What I really need to do is problem solve.
Valor’s purr vibrates under my cheek, and he soothes his giant hand up and down my spine. No one has ever shown me this kind of affection.
How the hell can he be so sweet and, in the next breath, try to give me a pep talk about not getting attached?
I’m an omega, dammit.
I’m already attached.
Now I just need to find a way to get all of us out of here and keep us safe until we can pay off his old boss. Then get us to the States… if they’re willing to move to an entirely new country to be with me.
If not, I could probably adapt to England.
Omen mentioned London, which I’ve heard is a beautiful city. I’m pretty sure we’d be safer farther away from any of their old business associates, but I’m open to letting that be a group decision.
Oh, God.
Maybe I am delusional.
Planning a whole future for us when I can’t even get this stubborn alpha to sink his teeth in.
* * *
My teeth gnash together, and my appendages jerk as a violent wave of cramping racks through my abdomen. Before I even open my eyes, I can tell they burn. My mouth is dry, but there’s a more pressing need.
I’m sure there’s a puddle of slick on Valor’s pelvis from where I’ve been resting. A wiggle of my hips has his sticky crown bumping against my ass. Both of our pheromones are heavy in the air, but mine are so thick, it makes me nauseous.
My head tilts, but my vision is so blurry, I can’t tell if the alpha is awake. He’s no longer purring, but I assume that stopped when he fell asleep. Using my hands on his chest, I push myself up. He’s got a palm resting on my lower back and his other arm tossed above his head.
Pain ravishes its way through my system all over again, and I bend toward the sleeping alpha as I whine. His eyes pop open, and a second later, his fingers brush my cheek.
“It hurts so bad, it feels like I’m dying,” I whisper and grimace. I didn’t even give my mouth permission to say that. Making him want me is one thing, but I don’t like the idea of him being with me only because I’ve guilted him into it.
“Take what you need, little one,” he says, his voice low and scratchy from sleep. “I’m right here.”
Balancing on my wobbly knees, I push up and plant a hand on his stomach as I grip his shaft and guide him to my opening.
I’m dripping, and at least some of it has to be remnants of his cum from earlier.
My face heats.
I wish I had more self-confidence outside of the wave of heat. My need pushes me to sink down onto Valor’s cock, but I wish I knew how to be extra sexy. If I can make him want me badly enough, then I can get him to bite me.
My thighs shake, and my core stretches, accommodating his extreme girth much easier than earlier.
Valor growls, the sound echoing around the small loft. It signals to my system that he’s in control.
I’m supposed to be submissive and pliant, and my head falls to the side, baring my neck. My hair teases down my back, and I shiver as I rise and fall, taking more of his length.
“Still haven’t had the chance to suck on these pretty tits,” he rumbles, moving to cup both my breasts. “That’s a real shame.” He pinches my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and heat pulses through my nerve endings in response. “Mmm, seems like you enjoyed that.”
I nod, focusing on keeping myself upright. He’s so unbelievably hard, and no matter how hard I bounce on my knees, I’m still not getting closer to his knot.
His cum helped earlier, but I don’t think that’s going to do the job this time.
“Watching you ride me is a fucking dream.” Valor’s massive hand wraps around my ribs as his thumb caresses the skin under my breast. He teases the fingers of his other hand down my sternum and over my stomach. “That’s it, get yourself off on my cock.”
My eyes burn, and I clench them closed to see if that helps.
By the time I open them, Valor has moved to work my clit. It succeeds in building my pleasure ridiculously fast, and I moan as I shiver through an orgasm.
Slick leaks around his swollen shaft, but as soon as the euphoria dissipates, I know I need more. He’s massive, and I’m so full, but my body isn’t satisfied.
Normal orgasms don’t seem like they’ll help. What I need is his knot locked inside me while he ruts me into oblivion.
I collapse against his chest, doing my best to form the words to say that. What actually comes out of my mouth is a slurred combination of a bunch of things that don’t make sense.
“You do it. Do me. You do me. I can’t…” My head shakes against his skin. I know the sentences I’m trying to say, but my head is a mess. “Please!”
Valor’s hand flattens on my lower back, and he rolls us closer to the inside of the loft. His forearm comes to rest next to my head as he hovers over me in a plank. “Pull your legs out, sweet girl.”
I do as he says, wrapping my feet around his upper thighs. “Rut!”
He uses his free hand to brush the hair from my face and pecks my lips. “Goddamn, I really hope you know what you’re asking for.”
“I do,” I assure him, bouncing my feet against the backs of his legs.
Valor pulls out and slams back in so viciously that my entire body scoots up the mattress. He wraps his hand around my head to hold me in place and lowers his weight to my chest.
My instincts light up at the feeling of being caged in, but I wail, bowing off the bed and into him with the next thrust. The twinge of pain lasts mere seconds before my system transforms it into blissful pleasure. There’s no way I won’t feel him every time I try to sit down tomorrow, but it’ll be so worth it.
Valor growls, bumping his cheek against mine. “This is what you wanted. Right, little one?”
“Yes!” I nod, clawing at his strong arms.
My core spasms, searching for his knot. We haven’t made it there yet, and my perfume floods the air like it’s trying to send him into rut.
“We’re both lucky you can’t hear the fucked-up shit my brain is telling me I should be doing to you,” he growls, pulling all the way out and shoving back inside me.
The mix of pleasure and pain is a heady combination. Nothing quite feels real, but his muscles push against my softer form, reminding me this is actually happening.
Valor bumps my head to the side, getting close to my ear. The feeling of his warm breath on my skin makes my nipples throb in perfect timing with my clit. “My instincts are screaming at me to breed you. Fuck you full of my baby, so every alpha who looks at you knows you’re mine. I don’t know if I even want kids, but fuck me…” He scrapes his sharp teeth down my neck, and my legs spasm. “I’d rip apart anyone who tried to take you from me.”
“Bite me, harder, more…” The rest comes out slurred and incoherent, but Valor slams so deep that his knot brushes my lower lips.
My body stretches to try to accommodate him, but all I can process is the pain in my cervix. I wail and my nails scratch down his shoulders and biceps. He barely pulls out but shoves back in, and his knot wedges just inside my opening. It’s not even fully in place and the throbbing in my pussy is extreme. My legs fall away, forming a V with my knees as I try to make more space for him.
Valor’s hand lands on my hip, digging in painfully. “Motherfucker… Jesus, Saylor. Tell me you’re okay.”
Nodding frantically, I smack his shoulder to tell him to rut. Hopefully it gets the point across, because when I open my mouth, all that slips out is a ragged moan. His knot swells, locking us together, and the pressure gets even more intense, but it also soothes a big part of me.
His face hovers close to mine, and it’s the only thing I can focus on. It still bothers me to see the leftover wounds he got while protecting me. They don’t detract from how handsome he is. If anything, they give him a dangerous edge that my system likes a little too much.
“I’ve never been locked inside someone. I don’t even know how to do this.”
“Grind,” I suggest with some extra nodding for good measure. Just in case he doesn’t get the idea.
Valor leans back, grabs my hands, and pins my wrists together using one of his palms. His free hand comes to rest on my waist, and he leans to the side, watching my tits bounce as he ruts. “Having you at my mercy does wild shit to my brain.”
What a coincidence.
Being trapped underneath him does crazy stuff for my impulses too. He works on grinding into me and rubs his pelvis against my clit in a way that sends me soaring.
A sinister smirk crosses his face, and I swear I’ve never seen him so pleased with himself. “I could sink my teeth in, and there would be no one around to stop me.”
“Do it,” I beg, struggling against his hold on my wrists.
“The insanity running through my head doesn’t need any encouragement.” His accent sounds exceptionally thick as his hand leaves my hip, landing on my mouth. It muffles my begging moans. “I’m trying to be gentle. To hold myself back from blacking out. Trust me, you don’t want to see me when I’m rabid.”
That might be true for anyone else, but I absolutely do want to see him at his most baser level. My feet fly back to his ass, and my toes dig in as I clench my pussy.
His pheromones are everywhere, both enticing and soothing my system.
There’s something about feeling him locked inside me that makes me ache to claim him. I want this type of euphoria for the rest of my life, and knowing he’s trying to hold back to ensure he doesn’t hurt me is even more endearing.
Pleasure sizzles under my skin, and the next time he ruts against my clit, I tumble over the edge. My core locks down on his shaft, and his knot swells even larger.
“Fucking hell, I wanna see your face for this,” he growls, pulling his hand off my mouth. He cradles my cheek, but I can’t see what he looks like with my eyes screwed shut.
Euphoria violently rips through my system, and I sob, begging for his cum and his bite. He gives me half of what I’m asking for, and his shaft jerks with every pump of his cum that he spills inside me.
Valor snarls, pushing his lips to mine. I don’t have the foresight to open, but he fucks his tongue into my mouth as he cradles my cheek and rolls his hips lazily.
I’m so lost in the kiss that I miss him looping his arm between my lower back and the bed. He pulls back on his knees and brings me up with him, possibly because we’re locked together.
I fall against his chest, still woozy from the life-changing orgasm, and he helps me rearrange my feet until they’re planted flat on the mattress. I end up squatting over his lap, similar to how I fucked Omen earlier.
“Ride me, omega. I’m not nearly done with your pussy yet,” Valor growls, smacking my ass.
I’m wobbly, so it’s nice that his huge hands cup my rear end, helping support my weight, but I’m still distracted.
“I wish Omen was here,” I say, running my fingers over Valor’s collarbone. “Omen! Are you sleeping?”
His snort fills the air. “Not a chance.”
“Wanna come join us?” I ask, biting my lip.
Valor growls.
I push my fingers to his lips, shaking my head.
“Don’t do that. He wouldn’t leave you out,” I whisper, staring straight into the alpha’s hazy eyes. “I need both of you.”
Omen chuckles, crawling into the loft. “He’s always been shite at sharing. Mostly his food, but apparently that extends to everything.”
I tilt my head, grinning over my shoulder at him. He’s in a pair of low-slung sweats, and those sexy muscles on either side of his hips show as he crawls closer.
A shiver runs down my spine.
Omen looks like every naughty rock star fantasy I’ve had rolled up into one far more dangerous package.
Hell, maybe it’s unnatural that I’m so fascinated by the fact he and Valor do illegal stuff for a living… At the end of the day, they’ve still treated me better than anyone else ever has.
The sexy beta prowls closer, biting his lower lip. “You two make for a delicious pair.” He crawls up behind me and slides a hand between me and Valor. “God, woman. You’re stuffed full, aren’t ya?”
I nod, rolling my head back against his shoulder.
“My cock is still done for, but I’m always available for backup assistance.” He chuckles darkly, pinches my pussy, and works two fingers around my clit. “Let’s see how loud we can make you moan.”
Valor’s muscles bulge under my hand, and I give him a soft smile to hopefully distract him.
Alphas can be territorial, especially during waves of heat, but he and Omen are bonded. It’s still easy to see that doesn’t immediately set his instincts at ease.
Leaning closer to Valor, I get back to bouncing on his throbbing shaft and stretch to kiss him. He bends to meet me, and I smile against his lips.
I could really get used to being pampered like this all the time.