Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
HAYES
After all the shit my vixen went through with her mom, I wanted to wrap her up in the softest blankets and lock her in her nest. I was tempted to call all my clients and tell them to find a different mechanic while I was busy taking care of my omega.
But Olivia, for all that she’s learning to enjoy being pampered and protected, will never be one to hide away for long. I love that about her. Even if I do want to handcuff her to the bed sometimes and keep her all to myself.
We tried to talk her into extending her heat leave from work, but she wouldn’t hear of it. Especially not with the preparation for human trials. My vixen spent two very confusing, awe-inspiring hours explaining everything in great detail and how excited she was to go back to work.
None of us really understood what she was saying, but that didn’t matter.
She was so fucking excited, proud, vibrant that we nodded along as if we collectively possessed even a tenth of her intelligence.
Then, the next morning, I packed her a lunch and sent her off to the lab to help save the world.
And Nigel’s omega.
I couldn’t be prouder. But after several weeks of her practically living at the lab, I’m also taking matters into my own hands, because seeing my pretty omega for an hour or two each day isn’t enough. Which is why I made plans with her boss to kidnap her today.
Wild’s smile is blinding as we pull into the parking garage at McKinley Laboratories. Liam dropped her off this morning, so we don’t have to worry about getting her car home.
“Do you think she’ll be excited or mad?” Wild asks as we make our way out of the car and into her building. “I mean, I’m good either way. If she’s excited, it means sweet sexy times. If she’s pissed, we can have angry sex.”
Rolling my eyes at my twin, I try to hold back my grin as we step into the empty elevator. “Which one are you rooting for, here?”
“I don’t know. Part of me wants to whisper sweet nothings in her ear while I fuck her real slow, but another part of me wants to watch you spank her ass and fuck the sass right out of her.
” Wild shifts, adjusting himself so he doesn’t flash the hard-on he just gave himself when we walk into our mate’s lab.
I shrug. “Why can’t we do both?”
The elevator dings and the door opens to reveal a bustling hub of activity as people in lab coats scurry around gleaming white hallways and glass-walled labs. Wilder takes it all in, smiling even wider now, and gives me a nod. “Good call. Both sounds more fun.”
A few of Liv’s coworkers smile and say hello when they see us.
This isn’t the first time we’ve shown up at our omega’s lab over lunch.
But usually we’re bringing her food, not kidnapping her.
Her boss waves when she sees us coming before putting her head down and getting back to work.
We walk down the hall toward the lab Liv calls home when she’s here, and we both stop to admire our beautiful mate.
She’s bent over a microscope, completely focused.
Pieces of her long, dark hair have escaped the messy bun on top of her head and curtain her face.
Her plush lips move, even though there’s no one else in the lab with her.
She does that a lot—talking to herself as she works out some problem or other. It’s cute as hell.
“Fuck, man. I love her so much,” Wilder says dreamily. I can’t even give him a hard time for it, because I know exactly how he feels.
“Me too. Me too.”
We stand there and watch Liv for another minute or two before her shoulders straighten and her lips still. When she turns her head and spots us, her eyes light up from within, and I swear I see a glimpse of our future.
Liv writhing in pleasure beneath me and my packmates, those deep brown eyes of hers hazy with lust. The way they’ll widen with shock and excitement when she wakes up one morning, pees on a stick, and tells us she’s pregnant.
The way tears will fill them when she holds our child for the first time, then another one a few years later, and again a few years after that.
How they’ll start to crinkle in the corners from all the years spent smiling and happy. I see it all, and I clutch my chest.
Wild gives me a curious look. “You good, man?”
“Yeah,” I rasp, a lump in my throat. “I’m good. Just imagining our future.”
“Oh, yeah? And what has you all choked up?”
I watch as Liv holds up one finger, telling us she’ll be out in a minute, and turn to my brother. “Thinking about how beautiful she’ll look when her belly is full of our babies.”
It’s clear my brother was not expecting that answer, because he nearly gags on his own saliva. Once he’s back to breathing normally, his face transforms into something hopeful and dreamy again. “Shit. Okay, yeah. I can see why that has you choked up.”
Oblivious to our conversation or the direction of our thoughts, our beautiful omega hurries out of her lab and throws herself into our arms. We surround her, me at her front, Wild at her back, and share a knowing look.
“What are you guys doing here?” she asks, her voice warm and excited.
“Kidnapping you,” I reply hoarsely. “We already cleared it with your boss. You’ve been working too hard, and we miss you.”
“Don’t even think about protesting,” Wilder says when my vixen opens her mouth. “It won’t do any good. We won’t be swayed.”
He spins her around, bends at the knee, and throws her over his shoulder. Olivia squeals and demands he put her down, but Wild laughs and nods at her amused coworkers who stop to watch the spectacle.
Time to go home and take care of our omega.
“One more bite,” I demand when Liv picks at her lunch. She’s not eating enough and working too much. The lab is super close to launching the human trials, and she’s so focused on that, but we won’t let her neglect herself.
“So bossy,” she says, but she can’t hide her smile.
I let out a pleased rumble when she does as I ask, taking another bite of the chili Wilder and I prepared. She looks up at me through the fringe of her lashes, that beautiful smile growing wider.
“Can I be done now, alpha?”
“Are you full?”
The sweet vixen’s expression turns mischievous. “Not yet, but I’d like to be.”
Wild, who has a spoonful of chili halfway to his lips, goes still and shares a loaded look with me. “Sweetness, are you being naughty?”
“I’m trying.”
A rumble works its way up my throat. “You want to be full, vixen?” Leaning over the table, I wrap one of those loose strands of hair around my fist and give it a gentle tug.
“Yes, alpha.”
“She was such a good girl,” Wild drawls, one side of his lips curling in a smirk. “She did as you asked when you told her to take another bite. I think we should reward her.”
“I don’t know. She hasn’t been taking very good care of herself the last week or two. I’m not so sure we should reward that, brother. I think maybe our omega needs to be punished.”
My dick grows hard when Liv’s pupils blow and her breathing picks up. She shifts in her seat and her scent blooms. Our pretty omega likes being praised, but maybe she likes the idea of being punished too.
We can work with that.
“Oh, lighten up, Hayes.” Wild pushes back from the table and tugs Liv out of her chair. She lets out the sweetest little gasp when her chest collides with Wilder’s and his hand cups her cheek. “Our girl has been working so hard to help take care of other omegas. She’s amazing.”
I watch, entranced, as Liv’s eyes flutter shut when Wilder’s hand moves from her cheek, down her neck, over her breasts, and then grips the hem of her shirt. She’s pliant when he tugs it off her body before unhooking her bra and baring her perfect tits for us.
“So pretty,” my brother murmurs, tweaking one nipple between his fingers.
Liv whines.
“So eager.” He unzips her slacks, letting them slide down her thighs. He inhales deeply and groans. “So fucking wet already. I can smell your slick, sweetness.”
“Alpha,” she pleads so damn prettily.
I stand, closing the distance between me and my omega and press my chest against her back, sandwiching her between my brother and me. Liv hums her approval when the hard length of my cock presses against her ass.
“What do you say, brother? Should we reward our brilliant omega for how hard she’s been working?” Wild slips his fingers beneath the band of Liv’s lacy, barely there thong, making her push her ass harder against my dick when he slides those fingers between her slick folds.
Wrapping my hand carefully around Liv’s throat, I angle her head back against my chest and rub my stubbled cheek across her soft one. “Omegas who don’t take care of themselves don’t deserve to be rewarded.”
Liv whines in protest when I pull Wild’s hand away from her cunt.
She instinctively widens her stance, her hips chasing after him, desperate for friction, which I provide when I slap her pussy with the perfect amount of force.
Enough to make her clit tingle and to have her crying out, but not hard enough to make her sting for more than a second or two.
“Our omega needs to learn how to take care of herself and let her alphas take care of her,” I say, my fingers rubbing circles over her lace-covered pussy to soothe the sting. “Which means she’s going to take what we give her, and she’ll thank us for it.”
“And what should we give her?” Wild asks, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down to his hips, along with his boxers, before grabbing Liv’s wrist and guiding her hand to his cock.
Liv is panting between us, slick soaking her thong. She trembles as she strokes Wilder’s dick. Her pulse thrums like a hummingbird’s wings beneath my thumb. So delicate and fragile, but she can take both of us at the same time.
“She wants to be filled, doesn’t she?” My free hand moves to her belly while I grip her throat a bit tighter. “Then, let’s fill her. Let’s pump her pretty pussy full of our cum.”