Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Saylor
M y forehead falls to rest on Valor’s chest, and I groan, noting we’ve switched positions since I was last coherent. He’s lying flat on the mattress, and I’m riding him. Well, kinda. Mostly, I’m just lying on the massive alpha and his dick is inside me.
“Omen,” Valor growls, and it sounds a lot like a warning.
My eyes pop open, and I give the beta in question a lazy smile over my shoulder.
They’re a great team.
I have no complaints about how well they work together, but with both of their scents so close, I’ve blacked out and lost time more than once.
Luckily, I trust them because my head is a foggy mess.
Omen stretches his fingers, and I gasp, realizing they’re inside me, right along with Valor’s cock. Thankfully, the alpha is no longer knotting me, but it’s still a lot. “Change your mind yet, pet?”
I’m not one-hundred-percent sure what I agreed to in the first place, but my body is ready for more earth-shattering orgasms.
Bringing my hand between Valor and me, I rub my clit. Normally, I’d be self-conscious about being so brazen.
“I believe I asked you a question.” Omen laughs, slapping my ass. “Do you want me to fuck you too?”
Do I want that?
He scissors his fingers, and my core gets even slicker.
“Yes!”
Valor palms the back of my head. “You feel so fucking snug. I’m not sure how the two of you think this can possibly work.” He runs his fingers through my hair and cradles my skull. “If you change your mind or it gets to be more than you can handle, you better speak up.”
“I will,” I assure him.
Valor starts to purr, and the vibration feels heavenly against my cheek. It settles my system in a way that makes me warm and floaty. I’m so distracted by it that I barely notice Omen bending his fingers to scoop out my slick.
“Pull her up a bit, I have to be able to work around your knot,” he says.
“For the record, I think this is a bad idea.” Valor’s forearm loops under my ass, and he pulls me up his shaft. He guides me to continue to scoot a bit more, and before I know it, Omen’s fingers are in my pussy all over again.
My nipples ache in time with my clit, and I get back to working my swollen nub.
It’s hard.
I ache to clench around Valor’s throbbing length, but that wouldn’t help Omen be able to fit inside me.
“All right, pet, it’s about that time,” Omen says, running his other hand down my spine as he pulls his fingers free of my sex. Panic sets in as his tip bumps my opening, and I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on calming my breathing.
“Are you sure?” Valor tilts my face up to his and thumbs my lower lip.
No, not exactly, but I don’t have any trouble believing I begged for it.
At the very least, I’m willing to try.
The idea of taking them both at once feels a little like claiming them as mine. It probably wouldn’t make sense if the wave of heat wasn’t influencing my thought process, but I want to see if it’s possible.
I nod. “I’m sure. I want both of you.”
I’m amazed Valor has managed to stay so hard for this long without either of us moving. My pheromones are probably to thank for that.
Omen barely thrusts, and all the air evaporates from my lungs. There’s discomfort, which might qualify as pain, but my nerve endings are too overloaded to know what to do. He gives me the chance to acclimate before moving. After a few seconds, he grabs the top of both ass cheeks and gently stretches them toward my hips. It could be to help open me up a little, but all three of us let out agonized groans as it flexes my inner walls.
“Just pull her off me,” Valor rumbles. “I’m good for right now.”
“Absolutely not,” I tell him, praying it’s clear enough to understand. Tossing my free hand back, I bump Omen’s thigh. “You move. You have to move.”
He grunts and barely pulls back to thrust deeper. Feeling him moving inside me as Valor’s hard cock stays stationary is intense, but it’s nowhere close to as overwhelming as when he first breached my opening.
My mouth falls as my eyes flutter.
I’m not sure when I shut them, but everything is hazy and muted.
“My god, woman,” Omen says, digging his fingers into my skin almost painfully. “You’re taking my damn breath away. I’m not entirely sure you’re supposed to be this tight…”
Valor snorts. “You’re such a good girl. Our perfect, sweet omega.” He brushes his thumb over my lower lip, and my insides light up.
“More of that,” I choke out, focusing on how perfect they feel stretching my body to its literal limit.
Omen curls around my back, his palm hitting the bed next to Valor’s head. He kisses my cheek. “You’re a dream. Far naughtier than I gave you credit for, but you like being used. Don’t you, pet?” He doesn’t let up on his strokes, and with his chest plastered to my back, it makes me feel fully cocooned in them.
His scent mixes even more with mine and Valor’s, making me beg nonsensically. Terribly embarrassing sounds spill from my lips as his balls slap against my skin with each thrust.
“Your hand stopped moving. You need to tease your clit,” Valor says soothingly. “I’m already way too close. The pressure is fucking unreal.”
“It really is,” Omen moans. “Tight little hole stretched around both our cocks. Aww, fuck.”
The sounds he makes send my need into overdrive, and I find myself grinding on my knees. It brushes my clit against Valor’s pelvis while working me over both their lengths.
Valor curses, wrapping his hand in my hair and tugging my head back enough he can see my face. “Need you to come. I’m about to fill you up.”
My pleasure builds violently.
Omen grows even harder, and I explode. The orgasm that washes through my system is so powerful that I lose my vision, shaking and trembling while trapped between them.
Valor growls, and I’m flooded with cum. Omen gives several quick slaps of his hips into my ass, and he groans, freezing as his cock jolts.
A warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest takes over as the euphoria dissipates. It’s a strange contentment found from being surrounded by the two of them.
We’re a mess of fluids and bodies, but I yawn. It finally feels like I might be able to rest. Well, as long as the two of them don’t disappear while I sleep.
* * *
“Why is this still happening?” I ask, wiping at my mouth as Valor flushes the toilet. “You’ve knotted me a bunch of times. I’ve soaked up plenty of your pheromones and both of your cum.”
Really, we’ve done little else outside of sex for at least twenty-four hours. The door buzzed a few times for food delivery, but they never bothered to go collect it, and I’m pretty sure it’s the middle of the night again. Waves of heat are tricky to track without a clock.
“I wish I knew.” The massive alpha scoops me up like a bride and carries me to the sink. Bending to the faucet, I cup a handful of water and rinse my mouth. Valor patiently waits as I brush my teeth, grab a drink from the bottle of water, and dry my mouth.
“Maybe we should have more sex? I’d do just about anything to make the heaving stop.”
Valor chuckles, holding me to his chest as he walks us out into the bedroom area. “I won’t turn down sliding inside you, but I don’t think sex is going to help with the vomiting or the headache. I’ve got a feeling that’s your body acclimating to your new normal without the suppressants.”
“Yeah, well, I hate it,” I whimper, burying my nose in his pec.
“I know you do.” Valor grabs one of the blankets from the edge of the mattress, ducks under his loft, and lowers himself into the gaming lounger before bringing me to kneel over his lap. “For the record, I don’t much care for it either.” He sighs heavily, tucking the blanket around my back.
I snuggle closer to his bare chest, wishing I was still nude. He put me in one of his huge T-shirts, but if we’re not careful, I’ll sweat through all of their clothes before the facility bothers to return their laundry.
“Thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry I wore Omen out.” The beta was dead to the world when I scrambled from the bed to be sick. There’s no way to know exactly how long has passed, but I’d guess it’s been at least an hour or two of this awful cycle of being violently ill. I’ll feel better for a short while, then spike a fever and get nauseous. It goes on until I vomit, and then the headache starts before we do it all over again.
“No need for thanks.” Valor pats my back over the sheet. “It’s hard for me to see you suffering.” He goes rigid under me and finally exhales heavily. “My mother dropped me off with her sister when I was barely two weeks old. My Aunt Clara claimed my mum swore she’d come back for me, but she never did. She died when I was four from an overdose.”
My heart aches at his words, and I have no idea what to say to that. I finally settle on, “I’m sorry.”
He shrugs. “I’m not. I never knew her. How could I mourn someone I never spent a day with? Not that I can remember, anyway. It was fine. I had Clara, and that was enough. In my early teenage years, she was diagnosed with ALS. Her deterioration was fast.” His head shakes violently. “Too fast. I took care of her, just like she took care of me, but it’s hard for me to be around someone when they’re suffering.”
“She was your mom, maybe not biologically, but she raised you.” My eyes ache, and I’m not sure if I’m picking up on his emotions or if the reminder of my mom hits me harder than I’m expecting. My arms are tucked under his, and my fingers dig into the backs of his biceps. “I lost my mom, too, but for her it was quick. I mean, to me it was fast. It wasn’t slow like an illness, that’s all I mean. She…” My voice breaks, and I swallow thickly. “Her car went off the road and into the river. She survived the crash, but she drowned before they could get her out. I have some issues with confined spaces because of it, and I wasn’t even with her when it happened. I’m so sorry that my being sick is bringing up bad memories for you.”
“Shh,” he coos, kissing the top of my head. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. I only wanted to explain. I’m sorry about your mum.”
I nod. “I guess we all have damage.”
“That we do,” he murmurs and begins to purr.
I’m not sure if he’s trying to comfort me or himself or some combination of the two.
It’s probably the latter.
“Tell me about your life back in the States,” Valor says.
It feels like he wants to move away from the subject of our lost family members, and I’m more than okay with that.
I shrug.
I don’t think I’ve told them that my dad is a senator. At first, I thought it would be better to keep that to myself, but I’m no longer afraid they might use anything I say against me.
“My dad remarried really fast after my mom died. He said it was because married men do better in the polls—he’s a senator. Anyway, my stepmom has never been the warm and fuzzy type.” I rub my face against his skin, and I think it’s my body subconsciously trying to soak up his pheromones. “Once I graduated, I knew the only way they would let me live on my own was if I stayed in the dorms. I thought it would be my best chance to meet a pack or even an alpha or two, but having a well-known politician as a father is complicated. Being followed around at all times by two ex-military bodyguards hasn’t made it easy to meet anyone.”
“Did they not come with you on the trip you were taken from?” Valor asks.
My cheeks heat, and it’s hard not to feel like a complete idiot. “They did, but they were jet-lagged from our flight. I lied and said I was going to stay in. My friend and I went to a club, and a group of men grabbed me on the way back to the hotel.”
“I’m still having a hard time understanding that. All the omegas are supposed to be here of their own free will,” he says, sounding disgusted.
“Maybe they’ve had trouble finding willing omegas and had to get creative?” I suggest. “The woman they brought in the same day as me, Elsie? Elyse? Whatever her name is, she was clearly afraid. Once they let us out of lockdown, I think I’ll ask her how she came to be here.”
“We’ll see how that goes. If she’s found her own alphas…” He sighs. “It’s safer being locked in our cell. Once they release us back to the normal schedule, I don’t want you to go anywhere by yourself. Omen or I need to keep eyes on you at all times.”
“You think someone might try something like those two guys did?” I ask, physically shaking away the memories of the way they grabbed me and the lewd things they said.
Valor grunts. “I’d like to believe no one would be dumb enough to touch you after I’ve claimed you, but we’ve got at least a few newcomers on the block, and I mean alphas. Every few weeks, they swap several of the alphas and omegas out to new units. We never know when it’s coming, but they do it to give them a chance to find matches in other blocks.”
My chest gets tight, and my breathing quickens. “But there’s no chance they could try to separate us, right?”
His head shakes. “Hell no. I would never let that happen.”
I appreciate the sentiment.
Really, I do.
But he’s as much of a prisoner as I am.
“You can’t promise that,” I say, stretching up on my knees to study his face. “They’re in charge. Not us. We aren’t bonded. They could take me away from you and switch me to some other block.”
His strong jaw clenches, and he swats my ass over the blanket. “That’s not going to happen.”
“You can’t guarantee that. Not unless you bite me.” I pull my hands from under his arms and move to cradle his scruffy jaw. “My mom was born into the kind of wealth that’s so obscene, no one family should ever have that much, but she did, and she left it to me. I know you’re worried about your boss, but I can pay him.”
He growls, baring his teeth. “That’s not your responsibility.”
“And it was yours to come to my aid and protect me?” My thumbs brush over the soft skin above his stubble. “Because I don’t think it was.” I lean closer, resting my forehead against his. “I don’t want to rush things or pressure you into anything, but this place isn’t like the real world. At some point, we might have to make some drastic decisions if we want to make it out of here. Even if I got the chance, I don’t think I could bring myself to leave if I knew you and Omen would have to stay behind.” My lips ghost over his, and I grind my core over his sweatpants. “You said this is where you need to be because you’re dangerous, but bonding would fix that. I have resources. We can buy out whatever you owe your boss. Just think about it, please?”
He growls, sliding his hand under the blanket and cupping a handful of my ass. “You’re awful bossy.”
My heart races.
That wasn’t a flat-out no.
I can work with that.