Chapter 9
Isat beside the window, looking out into the busy club, taking in every inch. Elias had run from me yesterday; I had no doubt about it. And I couldn’t shake off the giddiness.
I tugged the edge of the blanket to smooth it out on the slate-toned wood floor. I had to give it to them; every nook and cranny was kept spotless.
One of the girls on stage finished their set, strutting around for the patrons to slide bills into her thong. Cigarette smoke plumed from one of the men; he had to be an Alpha based on his sheer size.
A cig sounded amazing right about now.
It was a bad idea, logically. I knew I shouldn’t smoke, but the addiction wasn’t easy for me to kick, in fact, this was the longest I’d gone without a drag.
I tapped my fingers on my thigh. If I wasn’t only wearing the towel, I’d be down there right now, trying to filch one.
The brunette stripper strutted away from the platform, and she spared a look up at the glass.
No one could see me from the club; the window was a one-way mirror, but I still tensed, nonetheless.
She frowned and exited through the curtain leading to the back.
After sitting here for the last few hours, watching the same dances, new patrons, I was getting the rhythm of how the nights looked.
Even sitting up here, trapped and unable to leave, was worth it, because at least I had a roof over my head that wasn’t my car.
I’d taken all of it for granted. I went from having the safety of my apartment to having cops knocking on the window ordering me to ‘move it along’ because there was no loitering. Gone from a warm home to having to use public showers at the gym.
Seeking help from the Omega Rights Division was an option.
They would have given me asylum and some aid.
But Darius Bourne, that bastard, his nephew was the director of the ORD, and all documentation was processed by his desk.
If I went to the ORD, I would be giving myself up with a little bow on top.
And so I found myself at the hands of three sexy Alphas I shouldn’t want. I was unable to help how utterly intoxicated they made me. My lack of control felt like my punishment.
My mom drove it home to me just how toxic Alphas could be.
She would know after being a reformed Alpha-Chaser.
The type of woman who did anything and everything, from leaving their families, friends, jobs, anything really, all in an effort to be with an Alpha.
And by-fucking-God, they took advantage of it.
That was how she ended up abandoned and with me.
She’d sought asylum in the U.S., fleeing the sperm donor and leaving him behind in Mexico.
Yet, here I was, weak for them, the exact type of Omega I’d been warned about since I could remember.
I didn’t turn around at the creak of the door.
Shortly after, footsteps approached, paper rustled from beside me, then a thud. I finally looked over to a paper bag sitting beside me.
Kyan was already walking to the bathroom, a duffel in hand.
I grabbed the bag and rifled inside to find a black sleepwear set and matching sandals. There was also hair bleach, developer, and toner, complete with the little mixing bowl. But no color, meaning I’d have to go blond. I set the items down to grab the clothes again.
They still had the tags on. He hadn’t gotten me any panties, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.
The shower turned on, and I hopped to my feet, letting the towel drop on the ground to drag the clothes on.
Once I had the shorts on, I sat on the floor and began to do up the front of the shirt.
I left the first three buttons undone so my cleavage was on display.
I just want to test something out.
I didn’t have to wait long for the water to shut off. He walked out, and all my plans evaporated.
He wore low-hanging trousers that hadn’t been buttoned, and they were open to let me see the strip of hair leading into the pants, and my mouth salivated. Slick began to accumulate between my legs.
I shook my head to try to snap out of it. This wasn’t the plan.
Digging my fingernails into my palm was the only way I was able to rip myself out of the lust-filled fog.
I climbed to my feet, too focused on the divots indenting his stomach. He was lean, compact, with the muscle of an Olympic swimmer.
He dragged a hand towel over his damp hair, mussing it up.
My clit literally pulsed, and my steps faltered.
Kyan seemed preoccupied, lost in his mind, his eyebrows furrowed.
Like this, with his muscled body, the glint of the piercing in his brow, and his naturally golden skin, he looked like a fantasy.
“Kyan,” I croaked, my voice huskier than I meant.
His head whipped toward me, his intense, dark eyes only forcing me to slick more. I licked my lips, and he cocked his head, gliding closer. His careful, sinewy movements reminded me of a feline.
A droplet of water fell onto his chest and began a slow, seductive path down his torso.
“Hello?”
I ripped my attention back to him, away from gawking at his body. I brought my feet together to clamp my legs closed. Based on his expression, he’d already tried to get my attention while I’d been gawking like a sex-starved idiot.
Kyan leisurely prowled toward me.
He inhaled audibly, and his eyelids drooped, covering half his irises. The bulge straining his zipper became more pronounced.
Fuck it.
I hooked my finger into the waistband of his jeans. His skin ran hot. Another wave of slick trickled free, traveling down my thigh.
My new clothes Kyan brought me, I was going to ruin them . . .
The thought trailed off because Kyan was coming closer and closer, while I stumbled backward until my ass pressed against the side of the couch. He slapped his palms on the leather, and a loud slap rang out.
He didn’t say anything, keeping hold of my gaze as his large hand cupped the side of my hip, his fingertips seeking my skin under the shirt, but he didn’t move upward; instead, sliding his hand into my shorts. He tugged them, leaving me bare from the waist down.
I licked my lips, not knowing what to say—not wanting to say anything in fear that he’d stop. His fingernails grazed against my flesh, and goose bumps spawned under the scrape. More slick trickled down my thigh.
With his body bowed close to me, one palm braced on the armrest of the couch, he slid his palm between my thighs.
I relaxed from clenching them together, and he took advantage, pushing his finger inside me without moving his gaze from mine.
I fisted my hand on his chest, feeling his smooth skin.
I studied the contrast, mine a shade darker than his.
While the other two were on the paler end, Kyan was bronze. A tall, swarthy Alpha who exuded quiet, subtle dominance.
Then he curled his finger inside my wet channel and erased every thought from my brain. Lust swelled painfully, but I didn’t move, blinking up at him and panting. His face hovered inches from mine, our breath mingling together.
Slowly, he moved his finger in a circular motion, rubbing me with teasing glides as he avoided my clit.
I rolled my lips into my mouth and sank my teeth into them. It was all I could do not to cry out with desperation. His Alpha pheromones radiated from him, searing my nose in the best way. My muscles flexed around his finger, and another wave of slick dripped from me.
His jaw flexed, and he knelt, his big hands settling on my knees to spread them while pushing me back at the same time, so my ass was perched on the edge of the armrest. He dropped to his knees and buried his head between my legs, fusing his mouth to my sex.
I struggled to hold on to the couch, digging my fingernails into the fabric. All while he devoured me, shoving his tongue inside me and licking up my slick, then pulling out and swirling around my clit.
My stomach cramped. Soon, I wouldn’t have the strength to hold myself up.
“Mmmm,” he moaned against my wetness, and the vibration traveled through my sex with such delicious waves. Heat in my belly expanded, and then he flicked his tongue, and I was obliterated. Screaming, I tossed my head back, one of my hands sliding into his hair and gripping hard.
The orgasm rippled through my core, and he didn’t stop feasting.
Lapping up every bit of my need. Reason settled over me, and I loosened my hold on his hair, placing my palm on the couch to support myself.
Hard breathing came from behind me, and then arms were around my waist, a face pressing into the side of my neck, surrounding me with more Alpha scent.
Kyan’s hands flexed on my hips, the tip of his fingers pressing into my ass. The hands left my waist and slid up to cup my breasts. The arm had a host of tattoos—Sinclair. Sharp spears of pleasure rippled from his rub of my nipple.
Kyan’s pace didn’t stop as he ate me out, while Sinclair nuzzled the side of my throat, nibbling and sucking at the skin with toe-curling force.
I was producing so much slick, he couldn’t keep up.
He pulled back, eyes on mine, his irises a thin ring around his bloomed pupil.
His chin and mouth were wet, and he licked his slick-damp lips.
I couldn’t look away from him, a hollow need building in my channel.
Leaning down, Kyan ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh, collecting slick as he went. The meticulous way he touched and licked me left me panting.
He exhaled, spreading my sex as if he was spreading the petals of a blooming flower. His intense focus rocked through me, my clit pulsing with my rapid heartbeat.
Kyan worked a finger inside my pussy, and that was all it took. I came again, my back arching, my hips writhing.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Sinclair hissed into my ear. I struggled to wrench my eyes open to watch Kyan. I enjoyed watching him eat me out. His face had a fine coat of slick, especially his mouth—an alarming amount.
Sinclair buried his face in my neck, groaning, hands cupping my breasts. All while I struggled to catch my breath from the mind-numbing orgasm.
“I can’t wait to make you squirt on my face.” The mumbled words vibrated against my neck. “To make you min—” Sinclair suddenly stiffened, and he let me go so fast, I tumbled onto the ground.
I yelped, and both Sinclair and Kyan reached out, but just as quickly snatched their hands away.
I blinked up at them, switching from one stricken expression to the other. Sinclair dragged his palm over his closely cut hair. With a shake of his head, he turned on his boots, the stomps almost slamming on the ground with his retreat.
“Wait.” I bunched the bottom of Kyan’s jeans. He stiffened, his body so taut I was worried he’d snap. But he stopped. “Tell me when you have information on Alice Lane.”
Instead of saying anything, his jaw twitched. As soon as I let his pants go, he strode away, close to running. The door shut behind him, leaving me alone in the ringing silence.
I had no doubt. They wanted me—badly.
A smile curled my lips.
This would definitely work in my favor.