Chapter Fifty-two — Trinity
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
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TRINITY
The arena emptied. Janitorial staff swept up garbage and mopped up spilled drinks, and eventually, the big lights overhead turned off with chunking, ominous sounds. The octagon was still lit up bright as hell.
Logan’s phone chirped, and he looked at it. “All right, they’re ready. We’re going to guard the entrances. It’s all locked and everything, but you can’t be too careful.” He held out his hand. “Let me take your things.”
I handed him my bag and phone, nervous energy growing within me. Aiden stepped forward. “To be safe, let’s take your bracelets off. Don’t want them breaking or catching on something and hurting you.”
“You have the keys with you?”
“I put one in my wallet.”
Sure enough, he had the key and unlocked me and unclasped the bracelets. “Feel a little naked without them.”
“Good. That’s exactly how we want you to feel right now.”
Swallowing, I watched them all go, each touching me as they passed.
“Trinity.” Bastian’s voice came from behind me. Brooks stood with him.
“Congratulations.”
One side of his mouth tilted up. “Ready to be my prize? Or should I say our prize?”
My heart sped up. “Both of you?”
“If you’re okay with that.”
I pressed my lips together and nodded, wiping my sweaty palms on my shirt. “Very okay. Very, very okay.”
Bastian still wore his fighting gear, minus the thick gloves. Bare-chested and glistening. Both of their scents reached me, combining in a perfectly complemented symphony.
“There’s no one else in this building but us,” Brooks said. “The cameras are off. The rest of the guys are on watch in case we didn’t think of everything. No limits on where you can go. We’ll give you a five-minute head start.”
I bounced on the balls of my feet. “So, you’ll just come find me and…”
A low growl came from Bastian as he stepped into my space. “Fuck you. Taste you. Whatever we fucking want. Color?”
“Green.”
His hands flexed and curled. “This won’t be gentle, Rin. So don’t be afraid to fight. It’s called primal for a reason. You have your safe words. Nothing else stops it.”
Heat gathered between my legs. Anticipation and desperation. Excitement. Isolde was right. I was already falling into my instincts.
Bastian stepped aside. “Go. Your five minutes start now.”
I went. One glance behind me told me they had retreated down to the octagon. Suddenly, the dark, cavernous space took on a sinister glint. Every shadow hid an Alpha going to jump out at me. I had to find a good place to sneak and hide. I—
Shit.
They were going to track me by my scent.
Next time we did this I would bring scent canceller and cover my tracks. Brooks would call me a brat for it.
I turned into one of the hallways that ringed the arena, dark except for the leaking light from the octagon and the red light from the exit signs.
Where to hide?
Up another set of stairs and into the darkest corner I could find behind a row of seats.
“Time’s up, baby,” Brooks called. “We’re going to hunt you now.”
The word hunt made me shake. I was already wet between my legs, and it would make them find me that much faster.
I couldn’t stay in a puddle of perfume. Quickly, I snuck around half the arena and back down into that hallway. I should be far enough away from them to have some breathing room.
My heart pounded so hard I was short of breath. No fucking wonder Isolde liked being chased. The thrill of knowing I was going to be found and taken—no matter what I did or said—was something I’d never felt before.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose along with chills on my skin. My nipples hardened beneath my shirt. Every sense was heightened, and right now I felt like prey. One of them was close.
Too close.
I stood in a pocket of shadow in a corner by a door, trying to make myself as small as possible. Steady footsteps walked down the hallway. I held my breath.
Brooks walked past me like he didn’t have a care in the world. He might as well have been whistling. One look to his right and he would see me. I couldn’t let him.
As soon as he was past me, I moved so fucking slowly, inching out into the hall to go the other direction. Good thing I wore sneakers that could be silent. Another step. And another. So. Fucking. Slowly.
Brooks froze. I held my breath again. He spun and locked onto me like an arrow seeking a target. I yelped and ran.
“I found her,” he yelled, the steps catching up with me too fast. There was a reason I said I didn’t run. I wasn’t good at it and I wasn’t fast.
An arm came around my waist and yanked me to a stop and then down to the floor. He flipped me over, face feral in the darkness. “Hey, baby.”
I scrambled away from him, and he yanked me back, putting his weight on my chest. “Uh-uh. Not today. I haven’t felt your lips around my cock yet, and I think it’s time we changed that.”
Letting my instincts take over, I shoved at him, tried to scratch and claw. It felt like it did nothing. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head and pulled down his shorts with the other, already hard.
The tip pressed against my lips, and his eyes practically glowed. Every ounce of Alpha forced my Omega down. To submit. I wanted to, even though that wasn’t the game. Being pinned down was so delicious and familiar now. “Open your mouth. Don’t make me ask a second time.”
I glared at him. “Did you think I’d stop being a brat because you’re chasing me?”
Brooks shoved his cock between my lips while they were still open and smirked. “Didn’t say how you had to open.”
Fuck me, it had been a trap, and I walked right into it.
He was so thick he was already stretching my mouth and he wasn’t even close to being deep.
A second, looming presence hovered behind Brooks. Bastian. Watching me being ravaged on the floor.
“Goddamn, Trinity.” Brooks pushed deeper and into my throat. I gagged and fought it, got a hold of it, felt the euphoria of pushing past a limit I wanted to demolish. His skin touched my nose, the short, trimmed hair scratching me. He was all the way in. Holy fuck.
And I needed to breathe.
“Hold it,” he ordered, but I couldn’t. I kicked and struggled, only for Bastian to move and hold down my feet.
Brooks pulled back and let me breathe, keeping his cock against my lips. “Wish I had my phone on me. I’d take a picture to show Theo how well the training is working.”
Keeping my hands pinned, he curled the other beneath my neck, lifting it to meet his slow push into my throat. Deeper and deeper. The rich taste of him. Smoke and vanilla and something else—
All at once he began to fuck my throat in earnest. All the way in and all the way out, plunging into my mouth like he was already between my legs.
“Poor little thing,” he rolled his hips and thrust deep. “Being put in your place, right where you belong, gagging on your Alpha’s cock.”
Like his words made it happen, he hit the place that made me gag, but he didn’t pull back. “That’s it. Accept it. Fuck, that feels good, baby.”
Bastian was taking off my shoes and socks. I’d barely run from them. It couldn’t end here. I wasn’t finished being chased. I didn’t want it to be this easy.
“Breathe.” He pulled back. “Can’t have our plaything passing out before we’re finished.”
My shoes and socks were off now, and I felt the floor. How I could grip it. All I needed was the right moment.
I forced myself to go limp and look dazed, as if he’d fucked all the energy out of me and I couldn’t fight back. It worked. He released my hands and sat back, looking down at me like a dark god.
Heaving myself out from beneath him, I shoved his chest and sprinted down the hallway. Cursing echoed behind me, along with pounding footsteps. It took them no time at all to catch me, but at least I’d tried.
“Gotcha, baby.” He pulled me to a halt. “Good try, faking it like that. I’ll remember for next time.”
Bastian lifted my legs off the floor, and I went ballistic. I fought them, writhing and trying to make them let go, but they didn’t let go, carrying me down the stairs to the fighting ring and then into it.
We were in the center of the lights, like I was an offering in the spotlight. A sacrifice to the two gods who’d taken me.
Honestly, I didn’t hate that idea. And after Ocean’s adventure in Grecia, I was down for a scene like that. I’d make a note later.
My brief distraction allowed them to push me onto my hands and knees and Brooks to pull my skirt down. I was embarrassingly wet—you could hear it when he drove himself to the hilt without warning. I cried out on a gasp, and suddenly my head was lifted by a hand in my hair.
Bastian. Head tilted. Staring at me with the eyes of a predator. My predator. A slow smile. Like he was telling me that Brooks was only an introduction to what he had planned.
He brushed over my lower lip with his other thumb, and I went still.
As still as I could while I was being fucked within an inch of my life.
Already the pleasure seeped outward beneath my skin, gripping me and holding me captive.
I dug my fingers into the floor, scratching the surface, unable to move even if I wanted to.
Bastian leaned forward with aching slowness and ran his tongue over my lower lip. The movement was so brazen and erotic—the orgasm came out of nowhere. My cries echoed through the empty arena. Ragged, desperate sobs as every thrust wrung more pleasure out of me.
With his hand still in my hair, Bastian lifted my head once more. “Offer your mouth to me.”
I couldn’t even comprehend his words. Pleasure still tangled with every breath. All I could do was pant and try to hold on.
A dark laugh. “I see. You want me to take it from you.”
I assumed that primal was all speed and roughness. I never thought about it as predator and prey. Stillness and waiting for a snake to strike. Looking up at Bastian from beneath my lashes, breath still heaving, I closed my mouth.
Something changed in his eyes. Untamed pleasure.