3. Crow
Chapter three
Crow
“Are you hungry?”
The words die in my throat as I come to a complete stop. She’s curled up on the couch asleep in Hunter’s hoodie, and she looks innocent, desperate, and in need of my help. I could never resist a call for help, and I’ve yet to see anyone screaming ‘help me’ as loud as this tiny omega has been.
With a strange pressure sitting on my chest, I balance the tray of food and set it on the coffee table. I’m tempted to let her sleep, but I know what’s in our fridge at home. Nine nights out of ten, we just eat here, the others we order in.
I gently shake her awake.
Her eyes are blue. Pure, clear crystal sky blue. Again, I’m struck by the colour. They remind me of home, though I know I’ve never seen eyes that colour. Her complexion is flawless, and her hair is a strange white colour that I think might be natural. She’s got an hourglass figure with an ass that melted my brain when I first saw her, but all that aside, it was the passion fruit scent pouring off her that had me breaking my own rules.
I don’t normally go up to strangers and lean over them, shielding her from the probing, hungry stares of the alphas that were circling in. As I’d glared them down, all I could think about was how perfectly she fit in my arms. How out of place she was. How dead they all were if they dared to touch her.
“Your food is ready.”
She blinks, and then sits up, shifting away from me with a blush that turns her cheeks pink. I want to lick the colour off her.
I sit back on the couch and pull out my phone, pretending to be scrolling, but really, I’m watching her eat. She doesn’t pick at it. She picks that burger up and bites into it. Watching her eat is clearly foreplay. I adjust myself and wait until she’s finished. The torture doesn’t last long enough. I would happily do that again. I’m surprised, though, because she, the tiny omega, manages to put the entire plate away.
“Want more?”
She blushes harder this time and shakes her head.
“Don’t tell me you’re going all timid now,” I tease.
I lean in, pressing my chest against her shoulder. I like to touch. In fact, I crave contact with people, and I’m not shy about it. I’ve been like that since I was little. Having a pack hasn’t stolen that part of me, just redirected it. Part of me wonders if she hates it, but then that passion fruit fills the air and tells me I’m wrong.
I just want to stamp her with me so no one else touches her.
She turns her head, and I study her profile, committing every detail to memory. She has one tiny little freckle just under her left eye. Her lashes are sooty but tipped in white.
She is the most unique omega I’ve ever seen.
“Come on, it’s time to go,” I whisper, and the thought of getting her in our house and in our home makes me giddy.
I stand up and pull her with me, keeping her hand clasped in mine. I pick up the plate as I lead her out to the bar. Eric bounces over, his light brown hair flopping in his face as he beams at me. He’s got so many freckles and a smile that never dims.
“Hey, Crow!”
“Can you wash this up for me before you guys leave?”
He nods and reaches for the plate, but then pauses, his eyes almost falling out of his head when he spots my charge.
Saint and Hunter see me and lift a hand. I don’t acknowledge them. I just tow her with me as I leave. Out the front of the bar is a black SUV with blacked-out windows. It’s plain and simple. We don’t need ostentatious toys.
I open the door and look at her.
She hesitates, glancing around before she gets in. Saint jogs around the car to the driver’s seat. A moment later, Hunter pulls the door shut and locks the club. Eric will go out the back with Miles and Davo.
We get in the car and head back to our house. It’s about thirty minutes away and takes us deep into suburbia. The foothills are pretty and where we made the decision to build our home. Saint drives into our long winding driveway, and I can almost feel Bethany fretting. The tension in the car is astronomical.
I don’t know how to help her.
I lift her hand and kiss her knuckles. She inhales and holds still, her gaze locked on me.
“We’re helping. Nothing is going to happen.”
“My auntie would kill me,” she confesses.
I frown. “Auntie?”
“Yeah, I haven’t seen her since I left. But she would have kicked my ass for coming home with you guys.”
I chuckle. “Do you want to call her?”
She opens her mouth, and I can see the desire right there, but she shakes her head. “No, I can’t. Not yet. I need to show her I can make it.”
“I can understand that,” I say, even though I really can’t.
The car stops, and Hunter turns to look over his shoulder. “Welcome to our home, Omega. Consider what’s ours yours.”
She looks even more nervous. I get out of the car and tug her with me.
“What time is it?” she asks.
“Almost five am.”
Her eyes widen. “Wow.”
I smile and put an arm around her. Whenever I touch her, she leans into me slightly. I think this omega is content with how touchy I am. I don’t know why that’s such a relief.
Hunter disappears as soon as we get in, but I stay close to watch her face. And it’s everything I wanted. We’ve spent a lot of money building this house to our specifications. It’s a rabbit warren of rooms and corridors with split levels, raised platforms, steps, stairs, and doors that lead to tiny little green rooms.
It’s my pride and joy.
“This is incredible.”
I smile and touch a button on the touchpad. The lights dim, and a huge TV comes on, as well as a fire.
Her eyes get wider, but I tug her down the hallway and open a door.
“You can have this bedroom.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. No one else is using it.”
She peers inside. The colour theme in all the rooms are similar, especially the guest rooms. Burgundy and black. They have beds, a wardrobe, and side tables, but not much else.
Part of me wants to drag her back to our room, but she’s not ready for it. I’m not sure if she ever will be. But certainly not tonight. I’m not known for my patience, though. Especially when I see something I want.
“Thank-”
I cut her off with another kiss. I close my eyes as passion fruit fills my mouth. She feels amazing against me, small and soft in all the places I love.
With every kiss and touch, this omega is unfurling like a flower, revealing more about her. I want to see what she is when she really blooms.
Hunter returns with a handful of clothes.
“Goodnight, Bethany,” he purrs. “If you need us, we’re in the bedroom just down the hallway.” He points down the hallway to a room with an open door.
“Goodnight, Alpha.”
I stiffen, almost ready to drop to my knees and beg her to let me worship her.
Saint captures my hip and nudges me into moving. He pauses to hand Bethany a bottle of water.
“Feel free to explore anywhere. If you find the kitchen later and get hungry, wake me up, and I’ll order something. The bar isn't open tomorrow, so we can talk and figure out a plan after we’ve all slept.”
She blinks up at him, looking so innocent and lost.
Saint simply smiles and drags me down the hallway.
“Aww, Saint. Let me go back and cuddle her.”
Saint drags me into the bedroom, and then slams me against the wall, dropping to his knees. I perk up and pay attention as he undoes my belt and my pants. In two seconds flat, my cock is in his mouth, and I’m hard. He is relentless, taking me with an aggressive hunger that I am completely there for.
I grip his hair and start fucking his face.
If there’s one skill I really, truly love about Saint, it’s his cock-sucking technique. He loves being on his knees.
“You thinking about her?” I say in a breathy growl. “Burying your cock and knot deep in her slick-covered cunt?”
Saint groans. His fingers dig into my thighs as I drag him down my cock until his nose is pressed up against my groin.
“Grip your cock,” I hiss at him. “I want to see you come.”
He gets his cock out and strokes roughly. He’s already sloppy, his pre-cum coats his cock. The way he strokes himself is criminal.
I keep up a steady rhythm, waiting for him to get close. As soon as I hear his moans, I fuck his face faster. Relentless, but then I know how far I can take it.
“You feel so fucking good tonight, Saint. Almost desperate. Do you want to fuck the little omega, too?”
His fingers tighten, and I watch as his body goes rigid. I let loose on my control and bury myself in my alpha, over and over, until I come down his throat. I look down at his pretty tear-stained face and cup his cheek.
“I love it when you look wrecked.”
Saint pulls off my cock and licks his lips. I kick my clothes off and help to tear his off as I walk us backwards and fall into bed in a tangle of limbs. I’d love to do more, but the truth is the three of us have been up for almost thirty-six hours now, and we’re all wrecked. Hunter’s already out cold, curled up on his side of the bed.
I grab my phone, turn off the lights, and arm the security before I curl into Saint, who cuddles closer.
“Do you think she would want us for her heat?” Saint asks.
“I can’t see why not.”
He grunts. “She seemed pretty freaked out. Terrified, actually.”
“We just need to show her we aren’t going to hurt her.”
“And what if she wants more?” Saint says. “They always want more.”
There’s no hesitation in my voice when I give him my answer. “There is no more to be had. We can help her get on her feet, go through a heat, and move on. That’s all the offer we have.”
“Perfect,” Saint purrs and kisses my shoulder.
Indeed. It is perfect.
Still, I can’t sleep. Exhaustion pulls at me, but I stare at the ceiling, wondering why an omega like Bethany is alone in the world.
How did she get to this point? I like people’s backstories. I think you can tell a lot about the person from their history. In a world full of people who have become bitterly predictable and disappointing, she is a breath of fresh air.
And she tastes amazing.
Why did I kiss her?
Impulse. Instinct.
I roll onto my side, facing Saint, and watch as his nose twitches, and his eyelids flutter. He’s our restless sleeper. I remember one time we slept together back at that hellhole that was an orphanage. We were still little, but I can’t remember how old. I woke up to him staring at me, his eyes wide open, and snoring. I was so freaked out that I screamed.
He jumped up, arms swinging, putting me behind him as he tried to protect me. Hunter came along not long after that year, sullen and furious at the world. It was just the three of us, struggling to survive in a world that hated us. As soon as we presented as alphas, we exchanged bonds and a promise.
These bonds would be the only ones we will ever exchange.