Chapter 6
Ileaned my hip against the counter, finishing binding the torn scrap of the sweater around my injured arm.
I tilted my head to the side, clenching my teeth on the fabric while my hand grabbed the other end to tighten the strap as much as possible.
Sharp pain forced me to stop mid-way through, and tears welled in my eyes.
I wrapped the end under to tighten the knot, then pulled it one last time.
Wheezing, I released the fabric. My pulse traveled up and down my arm, turning my hand numb.
Washing it in the shower had opened the slice around the bullet, so I needed to cut off the bleeding.
I was surprised I still had any blood to leak.
But despite the blood loss, bathing in peace, and not in the shower stalls of a gym for the first time since I’d lost my apartment, had felt so good.
After wiping down the counter, I tossed everything into the can, making sure to leave the sullied, ripped sweater until last so it could cover the bloody toilet paper.
I straightened and pulled on the leather jacket I’d cleaned up after my shower, taking care with my injured arm, then zipped it up to cover my nudity.
The sound of the door creaking reached my ears. I quickly yanked off the towel wrapped around my hair, and the damp strands fell against my shoulders in a waterfall.
“Get out here,” the sharp Alpha Bark sliced through me. I rushed out of the bathroom, running before I could fight the order. I gritted my teeth, hating how instinct forced me to respond.
All the Greymont Alphas were attractive—more than attractive, and all three in different ways—but they all had a wildness to them, an untamable aspect.
Still, it didn’t take away from my utter distaste for how they treated others.
As if stepping on anyone who got in their way, and coming out on the other side free of all accusations, was some sort of skill.
I slowed, eyeing Elias as he paced from one end of the room to the other. Then he just as quickly rounded toward me. He dropped onto the couch, legs spread wide. “Come here.”
I followed his order, slowly approaching until I stood before him, squeezing the bottom of the too-long leather sleeve.
“If we’re going to help. You need to tell me everything.”
Not going to happen.
The denial was instinctive, but I contained my words. They were my only option for getting out of the U.S., so I had to give them something.
“I was looking into Bourne Pack.”
A perfect, thick eyebrow arched up.
“And that means?”
The almost-accusatory tone made me grit my teeth.
“It means, I was finding ways to get close to them—”
“How?” he snapped, standing as fast as a whip. I had to crane my neck to keep contact with his eyes.
“Parties, events, anything I could manage. The last time, it turned into an orgy. That was the night I overheard something that I shouldn’t have.
” The tension flitting across his jawbone didn’t escape me.
“Lyndsy . . . was willing to answer my questions. When she finally answered my call, she asked me to meet at her beach house. She’d said it was private, that we could speak there, but when I arrived, she was dead.
” My voice held no inflection. Her death had shocked me to my core.
“They had cameras . . .” I trailed off, startled by his reddening complexion. It was so obvious with how pale he was.
“Are you breathing?” His chest wasn’t moving. Finally, he hissed out an exhale, taking a step forward until my nose bumped his chest.
“So you whored yourself out to them, too,” he said, bitter-tinged words slicing me across my chest.
It stung more than I would admit.
“What?” I was so confused.
“You whored yourself out,” he sneered, gripping behind my neck, squeezing tightly. I gasped. His chest pumped up and down with ragged spurts. Why was he reacting this way? He seemed pissed off at the idea of me going to an orgy.
Stupid Alpha dominance.
How could I have participated? I’d been sneaking around the estate while everyone was occupied.
“Are you serious?” I was dumbfounded. He didn’t seem to register my snapped words. The tremble in his hands started to creep higher and higher. I followed its path to his glazed eyes. He seemed to be fighting a demonic entity. “Hello?” I clicked my fingers.
A sliver of reason invaded his expression, but it was overtaken by avarice.
“Lower your head.” His deep voice resonated through me.
“What?”
“Lower. Your. Head.”
I jerked back, confused as hell. He suddenly grabbed me from the back of my neck and smashed my cheek into the leather couch, my body stretched across the seat, knees pressing into the edge of the cushion.
“What—” His hand covered my mouth, silencing me. His big palm took up the entirety of my face, even covering my nose, cutting off the ability to breathe.
“You said you would do as we ordered,” he hissed. I was too busy trying not to suffocate, but I nodded as best as I could. When he finally returned his grip to my nape with a warning squeeze, I dragged in a breath that hurt. “If not, get the fuck out.”
I bit off my retort, knowing he would mete out his threat, and softened the tension lining my back, no longer fighting against him.
“That’s a good, submissive, Omega.”
Fuck you. Fuck you.
I stayed limp while his hand slid around to the front of my jeans. With a quick move of his wrists, he had them unbuttoned. His fingers grazed over my belly, inciting a riot of shivers that only intensified with his grip spanning my waist and sliding my pants down, along with my panties.
The slow glide lit a fire in its wake, stealing the oxygen from my lungs with anticipation. Then they were pooled around my ankles, and his hands were back at my waist, hoisting me up until my spine arched, my hands sunk into the cushion to prop myself up.
He pumped his hips, his thick cock shoving into my pussy so hard that a slap rang out. A shriek ripped free from my soul. My muscles clamped down on him, struggling to pull him inside me. I want his knot. Visceral need gnawed at me, causing slick to accumulate at an alarming rate.
Elias pulled his hips back, taking with him the thick girth of pressure, searing pleasure through my limbs.
He thrust back in, setting a teeth-rattling pace, while withholding his knot.
Loud, animalistic grunts reached my ears through my sawed breathing.
Lust licked through my channel, making me clench around him with repetitive squeezes.
I whimpered, my body no longer connected to my brain.
His pace didn’t stutter, careful control in his hard grip, and a steady, rough pace. He fucked me like I’d done something wrong. Slamming aggressive glides of his cock that rocked me so hard, my teeth clicked together.
Yet, my body didn’t give two shits when it felt this good.
Electrical zaps traveled through my nerve endings, and my channel clamped down so suddenly, I could no longer breathe.
A shudder wracked through my every limb, the orgasm sweeping through me with visceral force.
I hadn’t been fucked this good ever . . . When was the last time I had been with someone? Before my mom passed, while I was majoring in journalism at twenty . . . shit. Seven years ago?
His next thrust shattered every thought.
Every inch of me blazed with fire.
I spread my hands on the couch, and I used the grip to shove against the onslaught of his claim, spearing myself to his base until his knot stretched me.
I screamed, throwing my head back as I clenched down on him, a second release wracking through my channel. So much slick dampened my thighs.
Fuck, fuck, his knot is so perfect.
My channel flexed with my orgasm, and my arms gave out until my cheek was flush to the couch. I whimpered, arching my back weakly.
Elias snarled, and his knot throbbed. So suddenly, he pulled his hips back, taking with him the knot I craved.
I cried out, and my channel squeezed around his length in protest. He pulled out of me the rest of the way, and his hands wrapped around my waist. He pulled me until I landed on my knees, and gripping my hair, he shoved my mouth to his wet cock.
I didn’t have time to inhale. Tightening his harsh grip, he slammed me onto his shaft. Salty slick coated my tongue, and when he withdrew, it allowed me to take a breath. I tasted his earthy, Alpha taste, heady and delicious. With a thrust, he hit the back of my throat again.
I gagged, grabbing his shaft, right above his knot, and squeezed.
His knot swelled, and warm seed burst on my tongue. I immediately swallowed his cum. He kept coming, flowing into my mouth at a faster rate than I could swallow. His jawline jumped, his teeth obviously grinding. He was so damn pretty . . .
With a last jut of seed, he let me go and, keeping hold of my eyes, he slowly zipped up and buttoned his slacks.
All while I watched him, drooped against the leather couch. I licked my lips, collecting the cum that escaped—just like my designation bade. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t help it. He sucked in a breath.
“Don’t look at me,” he snarled. My eyes immediately dropped, so fast it made my vision swirl.
He was such a control freak.
The door opened.
Kyan entered, his careful, bored gaze taking in the room, and his eyebrow twitched.
“What?” Elias snapped, finishing tucking his shirt into his slacks, and left with loud steps.
A wave of dizziness clouded my thoughts, no longer easy to ignore. The floor shuddered, and I tipped to the side, catching a last glance at Kyan’s shocked features as I went down.