Chapter 19
Icouldn’t sleep a wink. Tossing for the millionth time forced me to sit up and shove the blanket down.
These last two days had been incredibly . . . pleasant. Every single second of them. I thought it would be the opposite, since Sinclair and Elias had showed up, but I was glad I was wrong.
Having them so near made my stomach swirl. They’d infected my thoughts relentlessly. I rolled onto my stomach and groaned. All the fucking had left me parched.
After sliding off the bed, I slipped my feet into my sandals and shuffled out of the room, stifling a yawn.
Today had given me such whiplash. How could they be so mercurial? Could they just fucking decide whether they wanted me or not?
In my line of work, I’d encountered plenty of people from all stations and seasons in life. Greymont Pack lit up all my warning buttons.
Dangerous, powerful, angry womanizers . . . the type who cared about nothing except themselves. Any Omega would be miserable after them.
Then why couldn’t I stop thinking about the what-ifs?
I rubbed both my temples.
Low chatter echoed down the hall, but it was far enough away that the sound was muffled.
I slowed, trying to listen, but only caught the urgent cadence.
What were they talking about with such hurry?
If I strode in there and asked, they wouldn’t tell me, so I left my sandals behind and padded along the hall.
I slowed as I neared the turn into the kitchen.
“Are we truly letting her go?” Kyan’s voice was rough and tinged with frustration.
“If you guys keep putting it off, I won’t be able to fight claiming her,” Sinclair said so matter-of-factly that it sent my pulse into the stratosphere.
Claim who?
My heartbeat fluttered.
Were they considering keeping me?
How would we do that if I was a fugitive? Would they—
I couldn’t let myself get ahead of the game, but I couldn’t help but think of belonging to them.
Having Alphas who knew how to work my body. That drove me to the edge of obsession . . . If I could call them my own . . .
The sharp pierce of yearning shouldn’t have stung as hard as it did.
“You know what has to happen.” Elias’ tone was bitter. “So stop talking about it and take the damn suppressants. They still need time to take effect.”
My blood turned to ice. I must have heard him wrong, because I swore I’d heard suppressants.
“You should have brought the Repressitol,” Sinclair mumbled. “The shit’s faster.”
“And I would have had to drive down to the warehouse to get it. It was too far.”
I hadn’t misheard. A rope banded around my neck, slowly cinching tighter and tighter.
I poked my head around the entrance, keeping as much of myself barred by the wall as I could.
They all sat around the center table.
“Take them,” Elias repeated. The other two hesitated and plucked them off the center, tossing them back and swallowing them without water.
This wasn’t making sense. Why would they need suppressants? I was still reeling as they continued to speak.
“Phantom has the paperwork ready.”
They were sending me away.
Sinclair was nodding. “I’ll drive her to the airport, so she can get on a flight straight out of the country. Kyan, have the documentation for the bank account you set up ready to go.”
Silence. “What? Do you think I didn’t know?” Elias tacked on. He was the only one fully dressed . . . like he’d left the house.
“You were never good at hiding shite.” Sinclair slapped Kyan on the shoulder, his muscles flexing under his silk emerald robe and offering me a flash of flesh, peeking through the slit at his chest.
“Are we sure?” Kyan repeated. He looked like he’d freshly rolled out of bed with low-slung pajamas clinging to his waist. “Will you be satisfied to never scent sweet cookies again?” His focus stayed on Elias, whose face rippled, and a flash of pain forced his eyes closed.
“I . . .” He trailed off and speared his fingers through his hair. Cookies? How did they know I smelled like cookies? Only my Scent Matches would know.
No, this couldn’t be. I was misunderstanding something.
“You can’t be . . .” I inhaled sharply. They turned so fast, I was surprised they hadn’t broken something.
I stepped closer and into a wall of chocolate. Such delicious chocolate. My body tensed, and I gasped as slick dripped out of me, my body preparing to be fucked . . . by my Scent Matches?
They were my Scent Matches?
God, no.
Nope.
Couldn’t be.
“No,” I croaked, my voice unrecognizable.
But as much as I tried to deny it, my body’s reaction to them was unmistakable. Not with their searingly delicious smell infesting my soul.
Slick gathered between my legs at an alarming rate. Soon, my mind would turn into a jumble, and all I would want was to be fucked and knotted. A shiver trembled down my spine.
Did they know?
It was something I couldn’t consider focusing on because my body was turning against me. I whined, the sound bursting from my Omega instinct.
Kyan’s eyes widened, and Sinclair’s twitch sent him into action. Elias growled, but Kyan shouldered past Sinclair; he was the first to me, his chocolate scent filling my nostrils.
A moan crawled from my throat.
Kyan charged for me, heaving for breath, his nostrils flaring. More slick dripped down my thighs, ruining the other pair of shorts he’d purchased me. A quick shove had them to my ankles, and I stepped out of the fabric, bolting to meet his wide stride.
Kyan swept me into his arms, and my hands on his shoulders helped me hoist myself up and wrap my legs around his waist. He caught my ass and ground me against his covered cock.
I was lost to the haze—my body guided me.
I reached down, and all it took was a shove of his sweats for his cock to bounce out. Kyan slammed inside me. His thick cock stretched me suddenly. Without the slick I produced, it would have stung. I arched my spine to lower myself all the way down his shaft until his knot was inside me.
I screamed, my fingers flexing into his hard, bare shoulders.
“Briar,” he moaned, stumbling forward until my ass was pressed into a counter. He tugged at the buttons covering my breasts, his hands shaking so much that he couldn’t get them undone. He snarled and ripped it open; the plink of the flying buttons was music to my ears.
Kyan cupped both of my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. I cried out, my channel clamping onto him, squeezing until I could feel every inch of his girth.
After sliding my hands up his strained neck, I sank my fingers into the back of his soft hair.
“Fuck me,” I gasped. I was gone, and my Omega instinct had taken the reins.
With my ass perched on the counter edge, he pumped his hips in a rough, slapping rhythm. He didn’t stop his violent pace. All of my body was hyper-focused on his claim.
“More,” I cried, prying my eyes open and meeting Sinclair’s heated gaze. Elias stood, frozen, shoulders shaking. “Kyan!”
“Shh, Briar, we’ll take care of you,” he growled, the phrase almost unintelligible.
His knot rubbed against my clit with each thrust. My orgasm was sudden and bone-rattling. I yanked and tugged at Kyan’s hair, writhing like a madwoman.
Kyan didn’t stop thrusting, fucking me hard through the orgasm. Shivers trembled down my legs, turning them into Jell-O.
Kyan hoisted me up and propped me on his waist. He started walking.
“More,” I snarled, pulling on his hair.
He wheezed, his hips arching to bounce me on his shaft, as he strode toward the living room. Kyan slowed his strides.
A hand slid around my front, and all I had was a flash of tattoos. Then, another cock probed my entrance.
Sinclair guided his pierced tip inside me and stopped.
Kyan had stiffened, his breath huffing against my lips. Pleasure lit up his dark gaze. Sinclair shoved another few inches of his length into me. The pressure was close to unbearable, but I couldn’t stop moving. I want more.
Using Kyan’s chest to brace myself, I pushed myself even lower.
Sinclair groaned in my ear.
“Take me, sweets,” he breathed. “Take my knot.”
I whimpered and moved my hips until I was fully seated on Sinclair’s cock, my ass flush to his thighs. He’d sat on the arm of the couch.
I came again, my channel flexing around him—squeezing them and dripping slick onto both of them, taking more of Sinclair.
Kyan’s jaw strained.
He was holding himself back.
I sneered.
“Don’t hold back,” I growled at him and nipped his lower lip. His lips parted, and I couldn’t look away from his stiff, angular face.
His hips pistoned forward, slamming into me with such force it made my teeth rattle. Both their cocks were deep inside me, but Sinclair was still, his breathing echoing as he licked the shell of my ear while Kyan fucked me, driving me to the edge of madness.
Another orgasm wracked my frame, and I sank my nails into Kyan’s chest, raking thin red lines into his bronze skin. I twitched in the aftermath of my release, whimpered, making noises that had never come out of my mouth.
I slumped, my cheek pressed against Kyan’s chest, putting Elias within my view from where he sat at the end of the sectional.
Elias’ gaze was half-lidded and hot. He rubbed his palm down his shaft and traveled it back up, until precum leaked from the tip.
Sinclair made an odd, strangled sound.
“Bloody fuck’,” he hissed. “I’m coming.”