Chapter Twenty-six — Trinity
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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TRINITY
Aiden turned to me in the parking garage of our building. “I’ve cleared it with the others, but I would like to take you out tomorrow night.”
My mind was still a bit muddled from dinner, but I nodded. “Where? When?”
He slid his hands into his pockets and smirked. “By the time you get home from work tomorrow, it will all be arranged. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
All the questions raced in my mind, but I chose to trust. That was the whole point of this. Getting to know him in the way I was getting to know the others. “Okay.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“You’re not staying?”
“Haven’t quite made the arrangements for the move yet. But soon.” He stepped closer. “And I’m not moving in until this is settled.”
“This?”
“You and me. I want you to have your space to decide without me sleeping down the hall.”
I smiled, realizing how exhausted I was. “That’s nice of you.”
Leaning down close to my ear, he whispered. “I think you’ll find I can do lots of nice things.” He winked when he stepped back. “But truly, it’s for me too.”
Glancing behind me, the others waited a small distance away to give the two of us privacy. “How do you mean?”
A faint smile. “I’ve operated in solitude for a long time. I’m comfortable there. The idea of being in a pack and having an Omega had slipped from my mind until the other day.
“And if I have to step away from you and them, I’ll do it. But if I’ve moved in and started to become a part of you, and then have to leave, I know there will be a very deep scar.”
My chest ached at that thought. “You barely know us.”
“I don’t have to.”
He wasn’t wrong. I barely knew the rest of the pack, and I was here doing this. Isolde and Ocean were both bonded within a month of meeting their scent matches. Who knew if that would be us, but fuck, it was hard not to hope.
Aiden reached for me and paused before pulling his hand back. “But don’t think about me when you’re making this decision. It’s for you.” Then he broke into a smile. “Though I won’t pretend not to try influencing it.”
“After telling you to show me what you’ve got? I would expect nothing less.”
He half bowed. “At your service.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow.”
When I glanced back at the elevator doors, surrounded by Alphas, Aiden still stood there watching, and it felt wrong. I understood why, but I didn’t like the look of him standing there completely alone.
Everyone was quiet. Suspiciously quiet. Until the door shut behind us, and Logan pulled me against him, chest pressed to my back. “I have some questions, wildfire.”
“Everything’s fine with me and Val,” I lied. “She’s just very particular about who’s in the house and who visits.”
“She doesn’t like you being there?” Brooks asked. “Because twice we’ve seen you practically set the ground on fire to get out of that house, and both times were as soon as Val, Paige, and Matt entered the picture.”
My throat started to close. I fought it. My voice still sounded strained. “You know how it is. They had me my whole childhood, now they’d rather have the house to themselves.”
Bastian stepped in, caging me between his body and Logan’s, tilting my chin up. “Is that the truth?”
“Yes.”
“Is that the whole truth?”
My hesitation was already the answer they needed, but I swallowed. “No.”
Logan kissed my neck softly. “Will you tell us?”
For the first time in a long time, I wanted to. But the idea of speaking about any of it out loud made it hard to breathe. When I could finally open up about it, I knew that a weight the size of the world would slide off my shoulders.
But the weight was comfortable. I knew how to walk while carrying it. Knew what it was like to have the constant shade blocking out the sun. Stepping into the light was terrifying.
I wanted that, and I wasn’t ready.
“Not yet,” I whispered.
Logan squeezed me a little tighter. “Okay. But are you all right?”
“I’m fine.”
A low chuckle. “Give me another word, please.”
I stopped and thought about it. What he was really asking. Fine was a filler word. “I feel drained and tired, but I don’t feel bad.”
“Thank you.”
A hand slipped around my wrist and tugged me out from between Logan and Bastian. Brooks slowly spun me under his arm. “What’s your color if I’m going to sweep you away to my room and do dirty, naughty things to you?”
I frowned. “Free use?”
Brooks cupped my face and kissed me slowly. “Indeed. I’m tempted to bend you over the couch right now and let everyone take a turn.”
“Then—”
“You just said you were drained and tired, baby. Maybe some other Dom’s version of free use is to ignore their sub and how they feel, but that’s not our version of free use.
” He paused then. “No, I’m not going to check in with you every time.
But I’m also not going to ignore how you feel. Especially while we’re so new to it.”
“Yellow,” I said. “I am tired. Still, I do feel okay.”
He didn’t waste any time scooping me up into his arms. “Then you’re coming with me.”
I heard Logan’s laugh from behind us and Theo’s voice. “Night, Trinity.”
“Night,” I squeaked.
Brooks carried me to his bedroom on the second floor of the apartment. I’d seen it briefly on the tour, but hadn’t been inside. A huge bed with four posts at the corners. It looked sturdy. I clearly hadn’t clocked everything that bed could be used for when they showed me the first time.
“Nice bed.”
“It’s about to get even nicer.” He set me on my feet and started messing with the footboard. While he did, I took off my shoes and stretched. It was always stressful seeing Dad’s pack. Combined with everything else happening the last few days and you had a recipe for exhaustion.
Hopefully Brooks would fuck me to sleep.
I looked back at the bed and did a double take. The bench at the end of the bed had been shoved out of the way, and there were holes in the footboard that weren’t there a minute ago. One large one in the center and two smaller ones on either side. No need to guess what those were for.
Brooks crooked a finger. “Come here.”
He was the one who called me a brat, and though I was tired, I wasn’t dead on my feet. “You going to make me?”
Fuck, I wanted him to make me.
His gaze sharpened and moved up and down my body slowly, planning exactly what he was going to do. “Take off anything you don’t want ripped or cut off your body.”
There was nothing special about the pair of gray leggings I wore. I lifted the pretty, flowing top over my head and tossed it at him.
“You sure you want to go this way, baby?”
I shrugged and didn’t move, silently daring him to do something about it. The dance was bringing my energy back.
Carefully, he lifted the footboard of the bed open upwards, like those things they used to count takes for movies. It made the holes open. So he could put me in them.
“I’m not going in those willingly,” I told him, smirking. “Guess you’ll have to make that happen.”
“My pleasure.”
He strode toward me so quickly I barely had time to move. I made it three steps before his arm hooked around my waist and lifted, taking me with him, and tossing me so I bounced on the bed.
And then he was on me. Moving me. Dragging me toward the foot of the bed as I laughed and tried to push him away. “I didn’t think you’d be that fast.”
“Get used to it. We’re all that fast.” A kiss directly to my throat. “Can’t escape us.”
I put on a dramatic voice. “Oh, whatever will I do?”
He moved my neck into the slot made for it and ringed it with his hand. “Stay still.”
“No.”
“Stay fucking still, Trinity. This is heavy, and you’re going in there one way or another. I have no interest in breaking your wrists. So don’t move unless you want another Alpha in here to help me while I pin you down.”
“Fuck.” I closed my eyes, sinking into the feeling of arousal and imagination while he lowered the top of the headboard, trapping me. It cradled my head more than I thought it would, but the second it closed, panic rose up.
My hands wouldn’t fit through the holes when I pulled them. Pure instinct took over, causing me to thrash.
Brooks set a hand on the center of my chest. “Easy, baby. You’re okay. Don’t move.” The wood lifted just far enough for me to see his face before he lowered it again. “It opens any time we need it to.”
He closed it again, and I kept my breath even. I didn’t feel unsafe. At all. But I wasn’t used to being confined, even if it was fucking hot.
Plus, it was honestly more comfortable than I thought it would be. My head wasn’t hanging unless I moved to do it on purpose, and the holes weren’t tight enough to be claustrophobic. Just small enough to make sure I knew I couldn’t escape.
Fingers in the waistband of my leggings, stripping me down to nothing. I struggled against him since I told him I wasn’t going to make it easy, and just because I didn’t have the use of my hands now didn’t mean I was going to stop.
Brooks laughed out of my sight. “I have more restraints, brat, want me to use them?”
I said nothing, but I didn’t stop arching my body and pulling away from him even as he got my leggings and underwear all the way off.
“Your hands are already restrained. Guess I’ll have to do this one the hard way.” The distinct metallic click of a knife opening sounded before my bra was lifted away from my skin and sliced apart down the middle. Then through the straps. So I was entirely at his mercy.
“You better be planning on replacing that.”
“Tell us where and when. We’ll buy you a whole wardrobe explicitly meant for shredding.”
The sound of his own clothes hitting the floor—his belt—was all I heard before his weight covered me, thighs on either side of my chest. He looked down at me over the footboard.
One hand slid around my throat again, gently holding me there.
“Never gotten a chance to use this footboard. Now I think it’s going to get used a lot. ”
“You get off on keeping me captive?” I arched my hips against him and might as well have been pushing a rock.
“I do.” He grinned. “And so do you.”
Damn it.
“All sorts of things can happen in this position.” He released my throat and gathered my breasts between his hands, pushing them together. And then—
He pushed his cock between them, slow and smooth. “I can use your slick to fuck these gorgeous tits. Adding that to my list. Hmm. Maybe I should use bondage tape to hold them together.”
“Can’t do it yourself?”
A light slap on my breast had me arching beneath him again, but the man was twice my size. I was going nowhere. “Careful, baby.”
“No, thank you.”
He tilted his head back and laughed. “Are you going to let me fuck you? Or are you going to be a brat and make me put you in your place before I fuck you?”
We both knew the second option was what I wanted. I pushed anyway. “If you don’t know the answer to that question, maybe you should be the one in the stocks. That might be kind of fun, actually. I could ride you any way I want.”
“Have it your way.” There was a sparkle in his eyes that I both didn’t trust and craved. He climbed off the bed and crouched beside me. “And don’t worry. A pair of forearm cuffs with your arms behind your back and you riding me is going on the list.”
A whine slipped out of me. “Fuck.”
“As you wish.”
Brooks disappeared from my sight. There were sounds, but I couldn’t identify them. One large hand landed on my thigh, pulling it toward the edge of the bed. I fought it.
Smack.
The inside of my thigh stung from the spanking. “You chose this, baby. You wanted to be put in your place. No point in resisting now.”
“Oh yeah?”
Some kind of strap wrapped around my upper thigh and tightened.
This time when I pulled, it didn’t move.
Ohhh. My ankle was free, but any leverage was gone.
Moving the lower half of my leg was no different from a fish flopping on the shore.
He trapped my other thigh before I could try to pull away, anchoring my leg far to the other side.
Now I couldn’t move. Every limb was trapped, no matter how I struggled, and the temperature in the room went up ten degrees. Need burned beneath my skin. I was so fucking wet and he’d barely touched me. He would see it too. There was no hiding how aroused this made me.
Did I want to hide it?
I remembered the same thought coming to me at Element.
My brain said yes, because I was so used to hiding it. My heart said no, because I wanted this with them. Not that it mattered. He had me exactly where he wanted me. In my place. Open to be used.
Arousal soaked me from head to toe. I shook with it.
Something wrapped around my ankle and tightened. “There’s more?” The words were a sultry whisper. That was my voice? Holy fuck.
“You brought this on yourself, brat. You could have been good and let me fuck you. But you needed the lesson.” He immobilized my other leg and climbed back onto the bed. I could still see nothing, which made it so much better and so much worse.
He ran his hands over my thighs, emphasizing how open I was. “Did I make this pretty cunt weep for me?”
The softest touch made me whimper. I arched my hips, desperate, and somehow, even wetter. The warmth of his breath sent shivers over me before he softly kissed my clit. “Good girl.”
The words flooded my brain even though I knew he wasn’t talking to me, but my body. Complimenting my pussy on being wet for him.
“I’m going to eat your pussy for a while. Feel free to relax.” He chuckled. “As much as you can.”
And he devoured me.