25. Chapter 25
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Damn the ring on my finger and the humans who tried to leech my wildness out of me.
I’d felt Oliver’s heart pounding in his chest during my heat, and it was like a song I’d known my whole life.
Because he was mine. Just as Ruck and Hale were, too.
I was an omega, and I needed Oliver.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Oliver’s, letting him taste my acceptance and affection. Oliver didn’t have to exist on scraps any longer. I wanted him fat from my love, greedy and sated. I spun in his lap and spread my legs so my heated core pressed against his rapidly hardening bulge. His tongue collected my muffled whine.
“You’ll be ours?” Ruck hiked up my skirts, helped me move the offending material out of the way. Cool breeze hit the back of my calves and I considered asking him to lift it higher. Suddenly I wanted Hale to see what he was missing. What he now claimed to covet. Oliver kissed my throat, his hands slipping in the open ties at the back of my dress. The throb in my ankle was nothing compared to the prospect of his touch.
“I’m willing to try.”
“And what about me?” Hale’s hoarse voice distracted me from the rising fog of need. I slid off Oliver and pushed my skirts down, dizzy from how quickly my mind went to debauchery. Oliver’s fingers chased, diving up my skirt to knead my upper thigh. Ruck’s did the same, dancing fingers higher like a tease. Hale gripped the side of the armchair, his eyes dark.
Swirling want, bitter regret. I tasted the tang in the air.
“I would be a fool to trust only your words.”
Oliver and Ruck continued to massage me, and it occurred this was a punishment for Hale. They wanted him to see me like this, unraveled by their hands, claimed by their touch. A surge of pettiness swelled inside of me. A part of me wanted him to see it as well. The alpha who so easily threw me aside when he discovered what I really was. He’d pleaded with his brothers to assist him and now, I was in their hold, not his. Hale sunk his chin into his hands, misery etched on his features.
“Of course, I don’t expect you to take me on my word. I need to earn back your trust. We can’t go back to the way it was, but we could still build something special. Gods, are you going to fuck her in front of me?” Hale cut off his apology with a curse, staring daggers at Ruck and Oliver. My thighs were slippery with slick, and at their insistent grasp, I spread them wider.
“Should we taunt him a little darlin’? Would that be unkind?” Ruck grinned at me. “I’d like to finish what I started earlier.”
His voice rolled over me, husky and seductive, enough to send a rush of slick running over their fingers. Oliver made a low noise in his throat. He pulled out his hand and brandished it like a trophy.
“I missed the taste of you.” Oliver sucked on his fingers. “Let us make our omega feel good.”
He bunched up my skirts, and I made a soft noise. I wanted their touch, but to do this in front of Hale? It felt so wrong and right my head spun. Hale let out a shuddering breath. My misgivings melted away when I saw his chin tremble.
This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Me and his brothers together?
“I’ll leave. But if it’s your intention to punish me for hurting you, it will be worse if I stay. Trust me.”
The hurt I nursed in my heart grew thorns and I latched on to the misery in his face. It soothed my bruised insides, the ones that remained black and blue since he turned me away. I didn’t consider myself a vindictive person, but his offer sparked a heat deep in my stomach.
“I will continue to call you Hale.” I pushed it a little further. He wanted my forgiveness? I would have his name, the one he sought to deny me. Hale’s eyebrows bounced together, and he dropped his chin to his hands. Resignation dug deep lines into his brow.
“Whatever you want, wife.”
I turned to Ruck, determined to find out how far they would go. This was madness. There was no other explanation for it. We were all being twisted by the wild outside.
“I want your tongue.” I flipped up my skirts, my ankle entirely forgotten as Ruck’s pupils blew out feral, dark, and hungry. Hale let out a strangled groan. His hands gripped the side of the armchair again. I didn’t spare him a glance, drowning as Ruck sank to his knees in front of me.
I was a wanton sinner, and I latched onto the feeling.
It was warm velvet in my veins. Ruck inhaled deeply as he sank his shaggy brunette curls between the blonde thatch of hair between my legs. Oliver ran his nose down my throat. His hot breath heated my body.
“What d’ya want from me?”
There was no turning back now. I gave into my base desires, reveling in it for the first time in my life. This proper omega was going to get what she’d craved since the heat with Ruck and Oliver. They’d cracked open my body and made me long for their touch. This time, I would remember it without the blurry haze of hormones stealing every detail.
“Pull my dress down and touch my breasts. I-I like when you play with my nipples.” I told him in a rush and he hurried to obey. Saying filthy words out loud differed from thinking about them. Ruck’s tongue swept between my soaked folds, and his moan vibrated against my sensitive skin. His fingers splayed me like a meal. Oliver tugged my dress down, undoing the chemise ties with shaking fingers. My nipples were already hard when he took the first one in his mouth. Ruck’s tongue swirled and Oliver’s teeth scraped. The cascade of sensation swept me away, and I slumped onto the couch, letting them adore my body. For it was adoration. Every pass of their tongues was a promise.
I could have this whenever I wanted.
I met Hale’s burning gaze through heavy-lidded eyes. One hand strayed to the lump in his pants, and he palmed it, furtively. A surge filled my veins. I wanted him to watch, to see me after so long ignoring me. I wanted my husband so swollen with lust he could cry, and to give him no relief.
“Don’t touch yourself,” I commanded, not recognizing the force in my voice. “Just watch.”
Hale yanked his hand to anchor against the armchair, and a desperate growl tore through the room. I coasted higher, drunk on the warm, wet strokes his brothers gave me. I arched my back, letting my moans fall freely. This was for me, not him.
“Cruel mistress.”
“No,” I said, surprised by how firm my voice was. “Cruel is ignoring and planning to send me back to a man who abused me. Cruel is doing all those things repeatedly and only stopping when you thought I could have died. You want to earn your place in my heart, and this is how. You take the consequences of your cruelty, and you bear them with all the silence you gave me.”
“My wife wants me in agony? So be it. You want me to regret what I lost? I do, Esta, trust me, I do. Tell me how it feels to be loved by your pack.” Hale shuddered.
My pack. Thrill shot down my spine.
Ruck inserted two fingers inside of me, curled them against my tight channel. I gasped at the sensation of fullness. Not quite enough, but it took me closer to release. The floodgates exploded inside of me. All the attraction I’d felt toward Ruck and Oliver came pouring out, finally free to exist. They were mine. Even the alpha across from me, who quivered with impotent frustration.
“It feels so right.” I cried to the ceiling as Oliver clamped a nipple between his teeth, his fingers twisting the other. The shot of pain braided with the intense pleasure of Ruck’s mouth, and I came on a cry. Slick coated Ruck, and he lapped at it greedily. Oliver slammed his mouth on mine, taking my soft whimpers. I pushed Ruck’s head as he circled my too tender nub. Ruck pulled back, face glistening with my mess.
“You have the prettiest, tastiest pussy I’ve ever seen. I want to devour your body inch by inch.” It was a promise I knew he would make good on, and I squeezed my legs together in needy response. Oliver picked up my wrist, rubbing himself into my scent gland.
“Do you know what I wished for when we watched those shooting stars?”
I dreamed of freedom, of a home, and a place where I could be myself. In the afterglow, it felt tangible, almost within my grasp.
“What?” I whispered as his lips drifted toward my ear.
“I dreamed of having you forever. I guess dreams come true.”
My cheeks flushed pink with pleasure as Ruck rearranged my dress. This moment felt surreal, but I meant what I said to Hale. It felt right. Not perfect. That was an impossibility, and there was still too much hurt and broken trust between Hale and me for it to flow easily. But hope charged like sparks between us.
Maybe this was a place to be free after all. Hartlock Pack.