18. Bethany
Chapter eighteen
Bethany
I look at my list and frown. They look after me when I’m sick. Feed me. Have provided me with shelter, clothes, safety, and protection. They have been excessively polite to my family and given me a job and a car. They’ve taken me on dates to starlit dinners. Sitting in the car, parked in a carpark, eating fries from the local takeout joint after a long night at work. They open doors, hold my hand, are respectful and kind. We have talked about everything, long hours of conversation where I feel truly known.
The only thing that is wrong with this pack is that they are hung up on love being the root of all evil and deadly afraid of commitment, but the line is blurring. They are committing to me, just not to love.
I feel like I’m sitting back waiting for them to realise the writing on the wall. They can’t cope if I leave the room. Someone is always with me.
Saint is sitting on the couch opposite me with reading glasses on. He taps the tablet screen and glances up at me, freezing when he finds me watching him.
“Do you need a hug?”
Do I need a hug? Yes, of course, I do. I get up and cross to him. He puts the tablet down, pulls me up onto his lap, and folds his arms around me. And there’s another one for the list–they stop what they’re doing to give me attention, even if I don’t ask for it.
“Saint?”
“Yea?” he asks gruffly.
“Do you think that what we are doing is just going to make it harder if you guys decide that you can’t give me what I need? When I leave, that is?”
“I think it’s ultimately going to make things a lot harder. I’m hoping we can find a compromise,” Saint says with a thread of sadness in his voice.
“I won’t, though,” I whisper. “I want the fairy tale. Why a bar?” I ask, changing the subject.
“We needed something we could do together. Our codependency runs deep. Didn’t you notice? But we also don’t sleep much at night. It’s safer to sleep during the day.”
I turn my face into his arm and kiss it. “I hate that you had such a miserable childhood. If I could, I would want to go back in time and kill anyone who even looked at you wrong.”
Saint chuckles. “That’d be a lot of people.”
“I don’t care. I’d do it for you.” My face burns, and I get antsy, so I pull free of him, my confession too much for me to face.
He lets me go, but I can feel him following as I track down Hunter in the kitchen.
As soon as I approach, he grabs a spoon and holds it out to me. I open my mouth and close my eyes as chocolate and cherry explode on my tongue.
“I need more.”
“After dinner.”
“More!”
He kisses me hard, leaving me feeling like the Earth is shaking. I put a hand out and catch the bench as he turns back to the stove.
Hunter’s ability to render me senseless with a kiss is diabolical, but I’m here for it.
“Did you make the menu at Dynasty’s?”
Hunter glances at me. “Kind of. I had really nice meals, but people prefer cheap foods, so I created a line of bar foods, and it’s been a hit. I don’t often get to cook like this, but you’ve given me much-needed inspiration.” He glances at me and laughs. “Put your little doe eyes away. I will bring you some when it’s ready.”
I squeal and clap my hands. “Yay!”
He swats me with a tea towel, and I rush to escape him, slipping deeper in the house. I pause when I get to the room that was my nest. Deep inside, there is an itching, uncomfortable sensation when I see it all empty like this. It feels wrong and reminds me that this is temporary.
I hear a sound and duck down the hallway into the doorway of another door, carefully slipping inside without being seen. I watch as Crow walks past. He goes into the nest for a couple of minutes and then leaves.
I wait, and when I’m sure he’s gone; I sneak out, glancing back down the hallway, but there’s no sight of him. Now, what has he been up to? I enter the nest and find those thin mattresses stacked on the floor.
Is he…rebuilding my nest?
My chest tightens, and I reach out, putting my hand to the wall as the wave of emotion sweeps across me.
I turn when the door creaks open. He stops dead, staring at me with shiny eyes. I study his face, trying to discern what he’s thinking, but there’s too much there. My eyes drop to his arms, and I find an enormous stack of blankets.
“Crow,” I whisper.
He drops the blankets and catches me as I throw myself at him. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, holding on as he staggers before finding his balance. Our lips meet, our tongues clash, our teeth hit each other, but none of that matters.
I yank at his clothes, and he peels them off before helping to peel mine off. I can’t bear to be away from him, and he obviously feels the same. We’re like magnets, needing to touch everywhere.
He kisses a trail down my chest, sucking on my nipple hard before letting it go with a long lick. He lifts me up again and turns so my back is against the wall.
“I can’t go slow.”
“Good, I don’t want slow.”
He reaches down between us and lines himself up.
“Are you sure-”
I kiss him hard and roll my hips, forcing the tip of his cock into me.
“How are you so wet? It’s fucking heaven!” Crow mutters and slowly pushes the full length of his cock into me.
“Alpha!” I cry out and writhe on his cock.
He grabs me and holds me still. “No moving. Just hold still for a moment.”
I snarl at being denied, and then with a wicked grin, using just my muscles, I squeeze, release, and repeat until he’s sweating and looks feral.
“You’re being a tease, Omega.”
He pulls out and slams into me, leaving me scoring my nails down his back.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll have to tell Saint to punish you.”
My attention flickers with interest, but then he pulls out again, the delicious drag of that heavily veined cock rubbing my inner walls and then slamming up into me, hitting all the spots that turn my body molten with ecstasy.
“Tell Saint to punish me. I’ll tell him to punish you, too.”
Crow freezes and looks at me with a smile. “Saint doesn’t punish me. I punish him.”
And that is one of the hottest things I’ve heard in weeks.
“How?” I breathe as I kiss his jaw, loving the scrape of stubble on my tongue.
“I will make him get down on his knees and crawl to me.”
I shudder and squirm. Crow takes the opportunity to thrust into me three times, really lazily.
“Then I’d fuck his throat.”
I whimper.
“What?” Crow snarls darkly.
“I want to see.”
“Oh, you can more than see, you can learn.”
I wrap my arms around him and touch my lips to his.
He suddenly pulls free, leaving me feeling hollow and panicky. “Not enough.”
Before I can do anything, he drops to his knees, lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, and dives in, eating me voraciously. Every lick of his hot tongue drives me closer and closer to that cliff. It doesn’t take much; I was too close to start with. All he does is lick for a couple minutes, then grabs my clit with his teeth and applies pressure.
The pleasure and pain combine and send me into a screaming, trembling mess. I come back a few seconds later, finding myself clutching at the wall. Crow grabs me, pulls me back from the wall, and spins me around. His hands slide down my arms and grip my wrists before putting them on the wall. Pinning me to the spot.
“Hold on.”
I arch my back, sticking my ass up. He pushes in easily. I’m so wet, I can feel it running down my thighs, and it seems to be exactly what he wanted.
“You should see this. You suck my cock in like a damn glove. I love this view, watching you swallow me whole. Such a good little cock warmer.”
I glance over my shoulder. “I would be, but you keep making me sleep alone.”
He slaps my ass and thrusts into me as I let out a howl of outrage. “You look good with my marks on you.”
I still, turning my face away from him so he can’t see what I’m thinking. Bonds. I want his bonds.
All his marks. I’d take them all.
He thrusts into me, over and over, and now it’s silent and tense. Almost desperate. It’s just him and me and the slapping of skin. Our hard breathing. He curls around me and mouths my shoulder.
I almost beg him to do it. I almost plead, but I slam my mouth shut, not trusting myself to say it.
I shatter, again and again, but still, he keeps pumping, right up until I see Hunter edging into the room.
“Hunter,” I cry out.
He moves to me at once. “What is it, baby?”
“I need…more.” It’s all I can do to explain it. I need those bonds. I can feel everything inside me crying out, breaking because I need them. They aren’t ready to give them to me, but I’m falling apart emotionally.
“I can give you more, not what you want, but something different. Something no one else has ever had?”
I nod my head.
He strips out of his clothes, and I see he’s already hard and wet, but he pulls out a packet of lube and coats his cock. I’m alarmed now, but Crow just laughs in my ear.
“You’ve done it now, little one.”
Crow easily lays down on the mattresses with me. I thrash my head from side to side and spot Saint near the door. He watches with an intensity that makes me want to cry.
I love them so much.
Hunter crawls on top of me, and before I can think about what he’s doing, he slips a finger inside me with Crow’s cock. My eyes widen as he feels around and starts pumping it in and out. It takes him a while, but I’m lost to the sensation, and then he’s got his cock pressed up against my entrance, and I start to panic.
“Wait! Wait, you are too big! It won’t fit.”
Hunter leans down and kisses me. “You were made for us. It will fit.”
The words settle the unease that has been in me since the comment about marks. I exhale.
“Trust me,” Hunter whispers.
I lick my lips, nervous because they’ve already hurt me before. Can I? Should I?
I nod tentatively.
“Saint!” Crow snaps.
A moment later, Saint is kneeling beside my head. I turn so I can open my mouth to take him. It’s awkward, but it keeps my mind occupied.
And then Hunter is in, just a little bit, but I’m squealing around Saint’s cock. It feels so good.
Hunter is relentless, pushing forward in tiny thrusts until he’s buried deep. I’m senseless. There are no words. It feels so good. As one, the three of them start moving in opposition.
I can barely think. I come straight away. Hunter brushes my face and whispers about what a good omega I am, while Crow holds me safely in his arms.
They start moving again. I moan and spread my legs wider, and on their up thrust, I push down, surprising them.
Their knots slip into me.
I detonate.
Dimly, I hear the roar of my three alphas. I hear my own scream turn hoarse. The waves of pleasure become painful, then turn back to pleasure again. On and on, they go, and I’m swept away on the waves, losing myself in all of them.