Chapter 20 Mona #2
Dawning lands. “That’s why you bonded,” he says.
I nod.
“Silas took care of you?”
I nod. Tears prick my eyes. Silas may have accepted me, but I still forced him into… I suck in a breath. Gray’s fingertips gently coax my chin, and I turn to face him.
“Are you okay?”
I shake my head frantically. And as my emotions bubble up, I can feel Silas there, in our bond.
Orion, too. Soothing me. They don’t know what’s wrong, but they can feel my anguish.
I try to hide it, but it’s like my omega has a mind of her own, because she only stretches her pain wider, further, so they can all feel it.
Grayson soothes me, tucking me close to his chest in the cab of his rusted truck, for the second time in an hour.
His purr calms me, but I still feel so bad about what happened.
“Tell me,” he says gruffly.
“My heat came on. The magic, from when they took me, kept it at bay, but once the magic burned off, my heat came on so strong. Silas was there. And he didn’t want to have sex with me, didn’t want to bond.
But it happened anyway, because I couldn’t control myself, and I forced him, and how can he want to be with just another person who took without permission—”
Suddenly, the truck door rips open, and Silas’s earthy rain and citrus scent rushes into the cab. I’m sobbing in Grayson’s arms, and Silas doesn’t pull me away, but crowds at my back, wrapping his arms tightly around me from behind.
He must have run here from the hall where they were meeting. And he was close enough to overhear my panicked rant.
“You did not force me. Do you understand? I walked into that cabin, I knew what was going to happen. I kept telling myself I didn’t want it, didn’t want you, but I knew it was a lie.
I wanted you, Mona, from the first moment I saw you.
I was just afraid. Fucking terrified to want you, because everything I ever want turns to ash.
I didn’t want to taint you with my filth.
But I’m too selfish to let you go. I’m a monster.
I’ve done horrible things, but I don’t care if you don’t want me. I’m never letting you go—”
I spin from Grayson’s arms, my lips crashing into Silas’s. He wipes my tears with his thumbs and kisses me back.
The heavy tension in the truck is so thick I can barely breathe past it. I force my eyes to meet his. To make him look me in the eye and say he wants me. That bonding me wasn’t a mistake.
He cradles my face. “I love you, Mona. I think I’ve always loved you. You didn’t hurt me. You saved me.”
The white slashes of scars along his arms, cutting through his brow, all seem to glow. All his pain is right there on the surface, and for the first time, when my omega reaches out to soothe his aching soul, he lets me.
It doesn’t wash away the pain, but it dulls the edges. And beneath his torment, Silas is a whirlwind of emotion. All kinds. But his love for me, his relief at our bond, whether he means to share the burden of his pain or not, is unmistakable.
He’ll likely never admit it. He might even lie to himself about it. But Silas is relieved we’re mated and that I can ease his pain, that we’re together. I can feel it, clear as day.
His earthy scent floods my senses until I’m drowning in him, igniting an urgent need not just to have him, but to consume him, to burn away the last fragments of distance between us.
“I need you, Mona,” he whispers. “Can I have you?”
My fingers fumble with Silas’s buckle. I work the prong free and slide it open. His breath catches when I shift the fabric and pull him out, my omega stirring with heat. I pause, taking in the sight of him—flushed and glistening at the tip, pulsing against my palm.
“Grayson,” Silas growls, thick with lust. “Our omega needs to be claimed. Now.”
My body liquifies as Grayson grabs my waistband, my perfume filling the cab of the truck as heat pools between my legs. He rips my pants down, then manhandles me into position—ass high, presenting for him, while pushing my face down and forward.
Silas’s hand clamps around the back of my neck, fingers digging in as he guides me. “Together, pet. Now and always.”
Just as my lips wrap around his crown, Grayson impales me from behind, the force driving me down onto Silas in one swift motion. I choke around Silas’s cock, tears springing my eyes.
“That’s it, pet. You belong to us. You are ours. Forever and always.”
His vow triggers something inside me. I surrender to my mates, all my feelings and fears, all my worries and everything I held back when we were on the road and I thought he wanted to leave me, I let it all out.
My omega rides the emotions, and through our bond, the feedback loop carries praise and adoration right back into me.
Grayson’s thick cock pushes deeper, and my pussy squeezes with every thrust.
I moan around Silas’s length, and his fingers trace my throat, encouraging me deeper. “Open your throat for me, pet.”
I try to swallow, but he’s so big I can barely breathe around him. But my omega calms me down and somehow softens my worry, and with her guidance, I feel him breach deeper, until he hits the back of my throat.
“Ahh, fuck, that’s it, pet. Thaaat’s it. You’re so good for me. Perfect, absolutely perfect.” His groan reverberates between us, his pleasure drawing even more slick from my body.
“She loves the praise, brother. You should feel how wet she is. How hard she's squeezing me. It’s fucking obscene.” Grayson’s words make me dip into a hazy state of need.
My omega is on fire. My eyes roll back and cognition slips away.
All I do is feel. Every thrust, every growl from their throats makes me wild and possessive.
As if to prove his point, Grayson adjusts his grip, and slams into me so violently, the truck rocks and creaks, each thrust punctuating the slap of skin against skin.
Taking Silas deeper, I devour him with my mouth—urgent, heady bursts that take him by surprise, licking, sucking, gasping and moaning around him. His pheromones go haywire, and only Grayson’s alpha energy, relentlessly pounding into me in a steady rhythm, keeps us grounded.
It’s messy and fast and desperate. But just as claiming as the first time, with both of them. Silas’s hands never leave my head—never pushing and forcing, just encouraging. When his fingers graze the shell of my ear, I shiver, and Grayson grunts, then thrusts harder.
His hips pick up the pace with quick slams. His fingers release their tight grip on my bare hips and snake around my front.
When Grayson pinches my clit, my entire body convulses, my orgasm ripping through me.
I scream around Silas’s cock, my throat vibrating against him, making him rut into me.
My fingers squeeze his knot with all my strength as he forcibly bucks.
His citrus, salty cum spills down my throat and I swallow hungrily, determined not to lose a single drop.
Grayson’s pelvis slams against me one last time, then he holds himself impossibly deep, coming with a violent twitch.
Eventually, he sighs and slowly releases me, but when I feel his cock slip out, it’s replaced by his fingers.
His alpha’s possessive growl reverberates in the truck as his rough fingers push his cum back inside me.
Slowly, reverently.
And when he’s finished, he forces my thighs together to keep his cum in.
I feel hazy. Drunk, almost. Even after I swallow Silas’s seed, and his cock slowly softens in my mouth, I keep sucking, desperate to keep him inside me.
I suckle on Silas’s cock, worshipping him, well past the point of sexual release. My jaw aches, my throat is raw, but the taste of him has become like oxygen. Grayson gently pulls my pants back on.
It’s probably time to go—we’re still pulled over on the side of the road where anyone could see us, and likely did—but when I make the slightest move to pull away, Silas’s fingers dig into my scalp.
Not a demand, but a request.
And my omega hums happily. Relieved.
I fall asleep like this, my head in Silas’s lap, curled up in the cab of the truck, suckling his cock, feeling my heart repair every time his hand caresses my head.
Grayson drives us home as I drift between consciousness and bliss. He parks at the cabin, but leaves us in the truck like that. When I finally wake from the haze, with Silas’s hot and heavy cock warming my mouth, fingers still tangled in my hair, I look up to find he’s fallen asleep, too.