16. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
Jax
R onan moves behind her, gliding his fingertips down her spine until they mold around her hips. He bends and places a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. "You’re so beautiful, Omega. I’m going to touch you here, where it hurts so bad. Going to press my fingers into you and make you feel better."
He’s telling her in advance what to expect and he won’t deviate from his statement.
This is another way we’ll build her trust. Slowly, so slowly, he slips his fingers between her thighs from behind.
Her eyes are blown black, her lips swollen.
And when Ronan’s fingers sink into her, her back arches in a perfect curve, her mouth falling open.
Leah’s whimper is a blade to my ribs as she grinds her clit and bears down on Ronan’s hand, her body trembling with the effort of chasing a release that won’t come. Her face is scrunched, her agony echoes through every nerve. She hurts so bad . What we’re doing isn’t enough.
I rip my mouth off her breast and glance up at Gabriel palming his cock. "She needs more. She needs all of us."
He gently brushes Leah's damp hair back, his touch careful not to startle her even though the bond thrums with his barely leashed desire. His thumb lingers at the curve of her ear, tracing the shell with a tenderness that contradicts the sharp, hungry gleam in his eyes.
"Is Jax right, Sweetheart?" His voice rasps, a teasing purr wrapped in velvet gravel. There’s amusement there as usual for Gabriel, but beneath it, something darker. "Would you like to taste me? Taste my cock?"
She gives a muted whimper. Her pulse jumps beneath her skin, her breath hitching unevenly as her gaze drops to the thick outline of Gabriel's cock straining against his sweats, the fabric obscenely tented between his thick thighs.
She gasps as Ronan hits a vulnerable spot inside her. "Do it, Gabriel. Ease her. Feed her your dick and be quick about it," Ronan says.
Gabriel's grin is sharp, all teeth and wicked promise, as he palms himself. His voice is rough with smoke and spice, and his scent spikes with a heady burst of zest. "Say the word, Omega." His fingers hook into his waistband, poised to give her exactly what she craves. "Just one little yes."
Leah’s lips part with a soft, keening whimper. She lifts a shaky hand toward Gabriel.
That’s all the invitation he needs.
With a rough shove, Gabriel frees himself, his cock springing thick and heavy against his abdomen, flushed deep red and already glistening at the tip. Precum beads along the slit, and he swipes his thumb over it, his breath stuttering as he smears the moisture over the head.
"Open up, Omega. Let me give you what you’re craving," he murmurs, guiding himself toward her parted lips .
Leah hesitates, her eyes flickering up to Gabriel's face, checking, always checking for permission, before that first, slick stroke of her tongue glides over the swollen head of his cock.
"Fuck!" Gabriel's curse punches out of him, his hips jerking before he locks them still. His fingers flex in her hair, not forcing, just holding, as his entire body tightens like a bowstring.
Her pink tongue darts out, giving Gabriel’s cock a slow, curious lick from base to tip. She moans as she licks the bead of precum, sucking it into her mouth and rolling it over her lips. Gabriel makes a gutted sound, his abs clenching as her mouth hovers over him.
"Yes, just like that, Sweetheart," he rasps.
Color bleeds from her pupils as she wraps her slender hand around his knot.
His cock throbs in her grip, the veins standing stark against flushed skin.
She takes him into her mouth, lips stretching around him with a soft moan.
His head falls back, a string of curses tumbling free as she sinks down, her cheeks hollowing on the first experimental suck.
Watching our fierce, broken Omega choose to take him like this undoes me. Her lashes flutter shut when he groans. Her fingers tighten around his knot as she sucks him like he’s her favorite treat. He twitches against her tongue as she bobs her head and finds a rhythm.
Gabriel's thighs tremble, his fingers petting through her hair now, murmuring praise like prayers. She sinks low, taking him into her throat and the groan he lets out could bring the house down. Thank the Gods the walls are reinforced. No one gets to hear our Omega like this but us.
Her thighs shake as she grinds down on my cock. There’s no way I’m ever going to wash them now, but her frustration is thick in the air, laced with salt and the faintest tang of tears. She’s not getting enough pressure to come. Her heat will only get worse if we can’t do this for her.
"Leah. Omega." Ronan’s voice is rough, his hand smoothing down her spine. "Do you need your mate’s mouth instead of his cock? Will that help you?"
She’s all electrifying sexuality, but her movements are naive and untried. She said she was never given relief and I’m sure she doesn’t know what it looks like.
Her gaze snaps to mine, her lips parted on a silent gasp at Ronan’s suggestion. The look in her eyes destroys me with her pure hunger, tangled with something achingly vulnerable.
"Come here, Sunshine. Come and sit on my face and I’ll make you feel good." That must be the best sentence I’ve ever spoken.
Gabriel pulls free from her lips, his cock glistening, but his focus is all on her. "Let him take care of you, Sweetheart." She whines at the loss of him in her mouth and he adds, "You can have me back. After we’ve shifted you."
Ronan splays his palm across the dip of her waist while the other slides beneath her thighs and lifts her as if she were weightless. Gabriel guides her knees over my shoulders and lowers her to where she needs to be.
Her heat presses down against my mouth. Her silken thighs frame my vision, and I groan so loud it shakes my chest. Her perfume drowns every sense as slick drips from her core, over my chin and neck.
Ronan braces her hips, adjusting her weight until she’s settled just right, her perfect cunt seated over me.
Her slick coats my lips, her taste exploding in my mouth. Sweet, addictive, and fucking perfect. I lap at her with broad, hungry strokes from her soaked entrance to her throbbing clit. She jerks, a shattered cry tearing from her throat.
"Fuck, yes. Keep doing that, brother," Gabriel utters.
I double down, circling her clit with firm, relentless pressure before plunging my tongue back inside her, fucking her with it, claiming every drop of her pleasure.
Her hands scramble for purchase, fingers tangling in my hair as Ronan begins to massage her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his fingers.
Her hips roll, grinding down against my mouth, her breath coming in sharp, broken pants. "Please…please…"
Her keening cry splits the air, and Gabriel moves before the sound even fades. In one fluid motion, he’s at the end of the couch, his cock glistening and flushed, the thick head nudging against her parted lips.
She latches on like she’s starved for him .
Her fingers wrap around his shaft, guiding him deeper, her mouth stretching wide to take him. The second he’s seated on her tongue, she sucks, and Gabriel’s entire body jerks like he’s been electrocuted.
"Fuck!" The shout is ragged, his hands tangling in her hair as his hips stutter. His abs go taut, cock pulsing against her tongue, while his eyes roll back and his jaw flexes with the effort to hold on.
He’s close. Too close.
Ronan’s growl cuts through the room like a blade. "Don’t you dare cum, Gabe."
Gabriel bares his teeth, his breath coming in sharp, heaving pants. "I know," he grits out, his voice wrecked.
The flutter of her clit against my tongue is irresistible.
I lick once, testing, and she whimpers around Gabriel's cock.
Again, slower this time, painting slick heat in deliberate strokes before closing my lips around the swollen bud and sucking hard.
Her entire body tenses, her thighs pressing against my temples.
I take her flesh between my teeth and gently bite down.
Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make her nerves sing, to leave the faintest pressure that borders between pleasure and pain.
Her reaction is instant. A muffled scream vibrates around Gabriel's cock as she convulses, her pussy clenching around nothing while my tongue soothes the tiny hurt. Slick floods my mouth, hot and sweet like honey laced with aroused Omega. There’s nothing like it in the world.
I swallow everything she gives me, chasing every drop.
The taste of her climax is addictive. My fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place while I drink her in, showing her exactly what happens when she comes on my tongue.
When I finally pull back, her clit glistens, swollen and sensitive. A mark blooms where my teeth pressed, the perfect claiming of pleasure given and taken.
Gabriel’s groan is agonized, his cock twitching in her mouth as he fights his own release. "Fuck, fuck…Leah…Omega… "
She drinks down everything he can give her and when he’s spent, she releases his cock with a sigh. Ronan and Gabriel guide her until she’s stretched out over the length of my body.
Her knee hits my hard cock, and I hiss. "Careful!"
Gabriel chuckles. "Feeling a bit sensitive, brother?"
She melts into me, her body pliant and heavy. Her cheek presses into the hollow of my throat, her breath soft against my collarbone as she sleeps. Her curves settle against me, her legs tangled with mine, her fingers curling loosely over my chest like she’s claiming purchase in her exhaustion.
I didn’t find my release and he knows it, but nothing can make me regret a little bit of discomfort in the wake of our Omega’s satiation.
"You know I am, but I’m happy to give her what she needs.
Besides, I’m the one with her sleeping over the top of me.
I have hours of holding her all to myself now. "
That should put a fucking stop to his razing.
Gabriel’s longing gaze slides over her form as he runs a hand over his face and I’m immediately contrite.
He’s only trying to put some levity into this situation.
All too soon, reality presses in on all of us.
"I’m afraid her suffering is going to intensify with the next wave of her heat.
She was damn near insatiable. It took the three of us this time. "
"She’s going to want our knots at some stage. It’s the only way to ease her heat. The only way she’ll not be in pain," I say, then pause. "Any more than she already is."
Ronan’s hands linger on her waist before he stands up. "I’ll prepare the toys we have. If she can’t accept our knots, then we’ll try for the next best thing."
I hate how she’s so terrified, she can’t accept the most basic of our help, but I understand how trauma works.
It isn’t logical. It’s a stubborn, senseless beast. It doesn’t bend for logic or soften for kindness.
I’ve witnessed victims flinch from shadows, scrape at their own skin to be rid of memories, hoard food in preparation for the days they think they’ll starve.
That’s part of the reason we became mercenaries after our marine careers. We wanted to protect people who couldn't protect themselves. There are cruel bastards in this world who shouldn’t have oxygen to breathe, and sometimes it takes bigger monsters to stop them.
Gabriel kneels and guides a strand of hair off her face, "Her scent’s still wrong. Whatever Hardwick dosed her with, it’s not done fighting her system."
"She’s resting at least. We might as well use the time to our advantage to work out where Hardwick is bailed up," Gabriel says.
"Bring what you’ve found in here. I, for one, don’t want to go into a room our Omega isn’t in, and since she’s sleeping so well on you, Jax, I say we leave her where she’s most comfortable," Ronan says.
"You got it, brother." Gabriel heads for the office while I monitor Leah’s sleep. Her skin is flushed a healthy pink, but her cheeks are far too hollow and the bruises under her eyes far too dark. I spread my palm over her back. Even asleep she needs to get used to touch that doesn’t harm.
She needs every bit of contact we can give.
Touch-starved doesn’t begin to describe her state.
Ronan tucks a throw rug over Leah before he sits on the opposite couch, careful of his still hard cock.
Gabriel spreads prints and schematics of the old industrial rail network over the coffee table.
"I broke through the city's firewalls and got the latest schematics."
I prop my head on a pillow without disturbing Leah, so I can see the prints and scan the diagrams, following his finger as he traces branching tunnels and old maintenance corridors.
My mind sifts through the requirements. Space for a lab.
Multiple escape routes. Access to power without drawing attention.
“Rule out anything under the river or caved in. Hardwick needs power and water for bio work. Plus waste disposal for whatever she’s cooking up.”
Gabriel circles two points on the map. "This building has a service yard with a secondary substation. This one still has an active power junction and access to the old Kingsford sewer line. There was a spike in the water usage there six weeks ago. I pulled the city’s meter logs. Found a surge, then nothing."
"If there wasn’t an accident draining water, that could be her,” Ronan says. "Have you found any suspicious supply runs, Gabe? "
Gabriel thumbs through a pile of manifests before folding the sheet in half and highlighting lines.
"There are two flagged supply runs to non-residential drop sites. Labeled as cleaning products, but the quantities are way off. Plus, there’s a freight receipt for medical grade cylinders and filters. "
Ronan marks the locations with his pen. "That’s six possibles so far. We have to narrow them down before we move. I’m not relying on anyone but ourselves to end this."
"I’ll pull energy logs, private freight manifests, and traffic cam feeds around these sites." Gabriel rests against the base of the couch where he sits on the floor. “Cross-reference everything tonight.”
I nod, tension in my jaw. "Let’s break this up and hit all the city databases tonight. We don’t move until we cut this list into two distinct possibilities."
"And what do we do if she’s not at any of them?” Gabe asks.
Ronan glances at Leah, protective anger simmering in his eyes. "Then we keep hunting. Hardwick’s got to be somewhere. Wherever she’s hiding, we’ll find her. And when we do, there’ll be nothing left for the authorities to sift through."