Chapter 14
Irode in the passenger seat of the luxurious GMC Yukon. Compared to my small car, this was a mansion. If I’d had this monstrosity to live in, it wouldn’t have felt so difficult. At least I could have stretched out properly.
Kyan had been driving for close to an hour, according to the time on the dash.
At some point, he pulled onto a side street that led to a winding road, bracketed by tall trees covered with brown and orange leaves.
He stared at the road with focus, taking a sharp left that opened up to a short path.
Right smack in the middle was a huge wrought-iron fence that loomed in both directions and into the foliage.
He slowed and reached up to tap the button clinging to the visor.
With a creak, it slowly opened in the middle, the two gates moving at a decent pace. He revved through them.
Not knowing what would happen to me weighed on me more and more with each passing day, probing the thick shadows that fell over my mind whenever I didn’t feel well. The sun hung high in the sky, spearing through the treetops.
Sinclair and Elias hadn’t said anything to me, and I hadn’t seen them before I left.
For all I knew, that was the last I would ever see of them.
The pang in my heart shouldn’t exist, but there it was, caused by some misguided desire.
I ran my finger over the paper bag Kyan had given me, holding another two pairs of pajamas and panties that were sexier than the last clothes I’d been provided.
I peeked over at Kyan. He’d been pensive the entire drive, which worked for me. I didn’t want to talk. “What are those pink trees?” I squinted. “Cherry blossoms?”
“Western redbuds.”
They were closer to the ground, the branches sprawling outward with pink blooms. Between each oak tree there was one of the redbuds. Their home came into view. The road ended at the curving, pebbled drive.
Dark gray paint coated the outside, iron embellishments framing the windows and door.
“We have security detail on the grounds usually, but they won’t be here while you are. They usually surveil the surroundings from there.” He motioned to the left; far in the distance, between the trees, was a decent-sized shed. “You’re safe and have privacy here.”
It seemed like he was expecting a response, so I nodded.
He revved up a slight incline of the pebbled drive, allowing me a better view of the home. It extended in both directions. Sunlight drooped lower in the sky, casting a glare off the structure, seemingly half made of glass. The same redbud trees stretched up each side of the door frame.
The pebbles crunched under the tires, and he rolled to a stop. I scrubbed my palms on my thighs, hesitant to get out.
Intimidation emanated from the chic, dark-toned home. Kyan had already exited, rounding the vehicle to my side, a frown on his face. I hurried to open it before he got to me and hopped out with my paper bag, my sandals sinking into the ground.
The place had to be more than eight thousand square feet. Just the house. Kyan reached to take my hand, but suddenly froze, his eyes widening and whipping to mine.
I slowly raised an eyebrow, and he pressed his lips together and forcibly turned, his shoulders tight under his black T-shirt.
“Hurry up,” he barked, his tone seething with dominance. I jolted forward.
“There’s no need to use your Alpha Bark,” I snapped, stepping into the main entrance that became a hallway. Wasn’t like I had anywhere else to go.
Black-and-white checkered tile enhanced the echo of our steps. He passed the entrance to a living room and kept going. On the left was another entrance into a kitchen, attached to a dining area.
“Wow,” I muttered, turning back to where he stood, patiently waiting for me to catch up.
I hurried over and slowed as I entered the wide circular space.
Tall doors faced me, four of them, but he didn’t stop.
Kyan continued to the hall opposite this one, leading me to the door at the end of the hall.
“You’ll stay here.” He motioned. I turned the knob to a bedroom with a huge mattress fashioned with clean gray sheets atop an umber bedframe.
Five feet spanned the distance from the top of the smooth headboard to the slim, rectangular window above it.
I passed a five-drawer wardrobe with a section on the side for hanging clothes.
A bathroom peeked through the open alcove.
“I’m going to go finish some budgeting spreadsheets,” Kyan intoned. “The kitchen is fully stocked. You’re welcome to anything.” With that, he turned and closed the door, leaving me in silence.
After showing me to the bedroom, Kyan had left me alone. To my thoughts, fear, and remnant sadness. Sinclair’s defensiveness wouldn’t stop bouncing around my head.
Kyan and his weird reactions, too. I passed the intersection with all the doors, continued down the hall, and shuffled into the kitchen, sweeping a quick look at the tall, black paint of the pantries and doors, matching the table.
The color scheme complemented all the wood-stained decor and appliances.
A glass door led to a huge yard, where the same material as the gate stretched a half-mile out. I backed up and walked into the living room. Another black leather couch and a carpet the same color. Good. I winced, thinking of the white rug with a bloodstain back at The Bordello.
Another transitional place that was more comfortable than the last, although with much less entertainment. I’d come to enjoy the dancing and fights that often broke out in the handful of days I’d been there.
Their place was huge, despite it only being one floor. There was nothing ‘homey’ here. No pictures, knick-knacks—literally nothing. As elegant as it was, it felt barren and cold.
The living room branched to the section of the house with a glass wall, and there was a sleek bar and pool table in the middle. With the sun dropping lower, it cast a beautiful yellow hue over the entertainment area. Adding a small desk in the corner where I could work—hold it right there.
Thoughts like that were useless. Where the fuck had they even come from? My pulse jumped in my throat.
I liked their attention on me. It was becoming an addiction. Getting out of the U.S. was quickly becoming more about running from this violent attraction than escaping the police.
I ran my hands through my air-dried hair, pushing frizzy strands back over my shoulder.
A thud echoed down the hall. I gasped, whirling, expecting cops to come storming in .
. . but the pounding started again. I shuffled down the hall, eyeing the door.
It vibrated under the insistent knocking.
Creeping closer until I peeked through the eye hole, I sucked in a breath.
A woman stood there, her face red and blotchy, hair perfectly coiled into brunette ringlets.
“Open the door!” the woman screamed. “Kyan! Sin!”
I stiffened. She sounded incredibly pissed off. Likely rightfully so, if it was about these Alphas.
“Kyan! Your car is in the drive,” she shouted shrilly. The volume of her voice was astonishing. “And I saw that bitch come home with you on the camera.”
The camera? Holy shit, she had access? Who was she?
I reached for the lock.
A hand settled over mine, and I jumped, sucking in a breath as I whirled. Kyan stared down at me, glaring at the door. I was under the impression he wasn’t paying any attention to me, but he corralled me until I was out of reach of the knob, and my back pressed into the hallway door.
I opened my mouth, but Kyan placed a finger over my lips, halting the words.
“You’re not going to leave me,” she screeched.
I yanked my head to the side until his hand moved.
“Another spurned Omega?” I couldn’t hide the bite in my whisper—the jealousy. My face was hot. His eyebrows furrowed together. The swell of possessiveness only intensified, spawning frustration. “Let her in.”
I tried to lunge past and collided with his chest. My body molded to his front despite our height difference, fitting like it was meant to. I sucked in a breath, his Alpha scent kissing my senses. Slick gathered between my legs. Only made worse by the unmistakable feel of his stiffening cock.
His focus landed on the spot where my shoulder connected to my arm, fingers digging into the flesh. His dark eyes looked demonic in the fading sunlight.
I had no choice but to back against the wall where he pinned me until searing lust flared to life.
Breaths panted from my parted lips. He slid his hands down, and though there were clothes between us, tingles lit up my skin.
I held still, not daring to move in case he stopped.
His fingers slid into the top of my shorts, and he pushed them down my hips until they pooled at my ankles.
I couldn’t look away from his now-shadowed face.
His chest heaved like he couldn’t fill his lungs properly.
Then he completely stopped breathing, with my hands sliding into his belt.
The tail end tapped me, and I tugged it open, the clinking only making me need him more.
With a quick pull, he unbuttoned the zipper, exposing the tuft of hair and a very hard cock.
I wrapped my hand around the shaft, grazing the edge of his knot. It spurred him into action, and he swept me up, hiking his hips up to cage me against the wall. His warm shaft pressed against the length of my sex.
I panted, his face much closer than before, allowing me to look into his shadowed features from the angle of the light spilling into the house. A yellow glow from the dusky evening glinted off the two beads bracketing his eyebrow.
He swept down and caught my mouth, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and sucking. While he kissed me stupid, he also hoisted me higher until he plunged inside me. I gasped, tearing myself away from his mouth, my head falling back against the wall.
I didn’t know how he managed to separate his attention; his kiss had me limp and mindless. He pumped in a slow, gentle glide, my back rubbing against the wall.
“You bastards,” the woman screamed, fist pounding on the door. It was loud enough to mask the increase in Kyan’s thrusting, slamming me into the surface with harsh thuds.
He growled against my ear. His hands flexed on my hips. The angle rubbed against my clit, flaring unbearable lust. I couldn’t stop whimpering, despite trying to stifle the sound.
“What was that—I can hear you. You’re fucking her, aren’t you!?” Her shout echoed, melding into background noise. He felt so good gliding into me with short, hard pumps.
“Come for me,” he whispered against my ear, sending shivers all over the place. An orgasm washed over me, and I shrieked so loud I hurt my own ears.
Kyan ground his hips while his knot throbbed, threatening to lock me to him. I met his eyes, coming on his cock so hard I was clenching around him. “Kyan,” I moaned. His lips parted, and he shouted, his knot locking him in place as my channel milked him.
Warm cum sprayed inside me, pulling a second orgasm free.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Kyan breathed against me. “Fuck. Briar.”
His warm breath was minty and intoxicating as it caressed my ear.
Grinding his hips to bounce me on his cock, he moaned, his forehead dropping against the wall at my back.
“So fucking delicious.”
His words shouldn’t zap through me like this.
I reached for the will to push him away, but the tendril slipped out of my grip.
“Bastards! You’ll pay for this—” Her shriek cut off, and a vehicle roared to life. Pebbles shooting out from under the tires sounded.
“Annoying bitch,” Kyan muttered, nestling into my neck. I gritted my teeth, my temper finally flaring. I managed to get a smidgen of control.
“You guys were seeing Alice, too, weren’t you?” I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear the confirmation.
“What?” Pure avoidance in his tone. I wouldn’t be fooled.
He propped his arms under my ass and straightened. Balancing my weight, he walked, still fully seated inside me.
“Don’t insult me,” I hissed.
His mouth thinned. “Stop talking about other women. Especially while I’m inside your sweet pussy.”
That was all the confirmation I needed.
“You guys really have a thing for Omegas, huh?” I mumbled. The sting in my heart bloomed wider, allowing a foothold to the shadows spawning around my thoughts.
He swatted my ass, and my channel clamped around him. “Liked that?” He smiled.
I glared up at him.
“Where are we going?” He’d already crossed the kitchen entrance.
“My room.”
He rendered me silent with his response. When he walked into the junction, where four doors faced the entrance, he went through the one on the left. A hand left my ass, and the wood creaked behind me. He walked in and went directly to the bed.
Just as he reached the mattress, his knot gave way, and our need dripped down my legs.
“Ffffuck,” he hissed, his eyes closing as a shudder worked over him.
In the same breath, he drove his hips up, gliding inside my wet channel.
After lowering me to the bed, he rested me on the edge, his hands on my ass to keep me hovering. He thrust, and it jolted the bed frame. He settled into a hard, needy pace, the slap of our flesh meeting, making slick seep out of me embarrassingly quickly.
“How much time passed between when you were with the girl that knocked on the door and when you guys were with Alice?”
Kyan sighed, eyebrows furrowed, his dark irises flicked over my face, and his expression softened. “I’ll answer all your questions later.” His mouth covered mine, and he nibbled down to my jaw, successfully distracting me—the bastard.
I moaned, raising my hips. He slammed his knot into me, the pressure rubbing against my clit and throwing me into another orgasm.