Chapter 54
Chapter Fifty-Four
RAFFERTY
“ I ’ve reached saturation.”
Keegan looks down at me, waiting for an explanation. From where I am, my head on his lap, the row of shops burning down in front of us, the green in his eyes has an iridescence making him look unworldly.
I grab his hand to intertwine his fingers with mine as I chase more of my Alpha’s influence. He brushes my hair off my face with a tenderness that doesn’t match the way he’s been working with brutal efficiency to find our enemies.
His eyes jump up to where his hand was on my forehead, and a new crease appears.
Sighing, I squeeze his hand. “What did you put on me?”
“Ash,” Keegan admits with a grimace. “Or dirt. Hopefully not blood.” He stops talking and concentrates on cleaning whatever it was he just put on my face.
My brother and Ronin come from across the road and join us while Keegan’s still rubbing away. I reach for Ronin with my other hand, and he hesitates, checking how dirty he is. Honestly, we all look like we’ve survived an atomic blast.
Ronin stays away, but the sweet adoration in his hard stare, and the plume of perfume he clouds me in, is enough to sate my pouty, demanding Omega. Temporarily.
It’s not the first time in our lives I’ve found issue being an Omega in an Alpha’s world. Even knowing the circumstance—like our Omega being fucking missing—I still need the possessive reassurance of my Alphas’ touch every few hours.
We have stood shoulder to shoulder and interrogated more people than I can remember.
We’ve burned houses, and businesses, to the ground.
Emptied our enemies’ homes of every possession they have and threatened any person who tried to stop us.
It’s been necessary, cathartic, even, but amongst the carnage, we’ve had to take time out for me to get a little cuddle in.
“Get over yourself, Omega,” Keegan growls above me, his hands back in my hair, this time to wrench my head back.
A reminder of my strength, I think, or a promise for later.
“You give more than you take. Come on, get your lazy arse up. We’re going home for a few hours.
We all need a shower and some sleep in an actual bed. ”
No one argues. In fact, I think Ty and Ronin look relieved that someone's made the call. We should have tapped out hours ago.
Tynan drives, and I sit next to him, knowing my brother needs some twin time. He’s been withdrawing minute by minute.
“We’ll find her,” I say quietly, squeezing Tynan’s leg, making him acknowledge me.
It’s the last anyone speaks for hours. We eat, shower, then each find somewhere in Tally’s house where we crash out.
A hand claps over my mouth, and I go to scream out in warning, but another hand wraps around my hip, rolling me over. I barely open my eyes before I’m lost in a sea of sensations as Keegan’s strong cinnamon scent becomes even more pronounced when he tries to swallow my cock in one go.
“Fuck,” I hiss past the hand still over my mouth, my hips rising, chasing more. “We shouldn’t,” I insist, but my mouth gets filled by Ronin’s cock when his hands slide from my mouth to hold my head up.
“Your Alphas need you, Rafferty. There’s no guilt, baby, in us taking this moment.” His words bring instant relief, soothing the burning sting of remorse.
As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I find him staring down. His eyes move from mine, to my mouth that’s stretched wide around his girth. He and Keegan are moving in sync. Each time Ronin thrusts past my throat, Keegan takes me as deep as he can, and it feels fucking incredible.
Their scents rain down on me, fresh and warm decadent bitter chocolate, dappled in cinnamon, all but confirming to me my Alphas have already used each other, showered, and are here for more.
I follow their lead. I trust them both with every cell of my body. If they say we can have this time-out to be together, then that’s what I believe.
Keegan’s hands roam as much as his mouth moves.
His fingers dance over my taint, taking my pleasure sky high.
Ronin’s pre-come saturates my mouth, and his eyes are on my lips before he closes his eyes, sinking into the moment of his having his dick sucked by someone who loves sucking dick.
One of his hands drops from the side of my face, but he doesn’t falter the speed of his thrusts.
He doesn’t need to. Now that he’s shown me what he needs, I’m happy to give him exactly what it is.
The way they wind me up has always been the same. Our connection is as intense as it was the first night we found each other. I feel my orgasm coming in hard and fast. Keegan stops sucking at the same time Ronin’s knot is pressed against my lips, edging me but not letting me come.
I get lifted up, Keegan’s thighs under mine, and I whimper as he rubs the crown of his cock through my slick and over my entrance. Ronin’s hand covers the front of my throat, and he squeezes harder.
A rumbling purr falls from his chest. He’s always loved feeling himself inside my body.
His hand tightens as his hips move in an inch, then out again as he toys with our shared arousal.
Stars dance in my eyes, but I trust him implicitly.
And when I start to get them shooting over my vision and my lungs burn with desperation, he drags his cock from my throat right at the same time as Keegan pushes his way inside my body.
I go to scream as endless pleasure heats my skin, but Ronin fills my mouth with his cock again, muffling the noises I was making. So I can hear theirs. I have auralism. The noises my Alpha’s make when we fuck gets me off as much as their bodies do.
Keegan’s hand wraps around my cock, his thumb swiping over the slick spilling down. He squeezes in warning before he jacks me off and fucks me with a relentless, frantic abandon.
“Oh god, our Omega’s sucking me so good,” Ronin groans over his shoulder.
Keegan’s only response is his filthy chuckle, and firmer grip, before he manages to say anything, so intent on making me come in no fucking time at all. “He’s so fucking tight. He’s needing my load.”
Ronin is nodding, agreeing.
Damn right, I want to feel Keegan’s climax. I want to swallow Ronin’s too.
Keegan buries himself in deeper, holds himself there, and I feel his cock pulsing as he empties himself.
His hips start moving slower, but each time he’s in as far as he can, I feel him coming again.
He chases his sexual satisfaction despite climaxing, jacking me off, taking me to where he is hovering still.
I whimper once. The taste of Ronin’s come hits the back of my throat, and I see stars again. My release renders me blind and out of breath, lost in the mystical presence only my Alphas can provide.
Keegan waits until my breathing returns to semi-normal before he pulls out. I hear the water in the sink start up, but Ronin’s not letting me up yet, spoiling me by dragging the tip of his cock over my lips until he’s coated them in his come. Leaving me with lips that taste like chocolate.
After Keegan quickly cleans up, they both climb in on either side of me.
Ronin’s chest against my back and Keegan’s front, a place for me to rest my head.
We’re out within minutes, and when we wake up for the second time, there’s a tenderness we share in sweet, slow morning kisses, but there’s also a steadiness inside my soul that brings renewed energy and focus to saving our girl.
After a shower and a pair of fresh clothes, I find my brother sitting in a bed he made of sofa pillows and cushions.
“You look better,” he says, accepting my hug.
He wiggles around, holding up his coffee cup and his laptop, making room for me to sit between his legs and lean against his chest so I can see what he’s doing. This time with my twin is as important as getting railed by my Alphas.
Ty kisses the top of my head, snatching back his nearly empty coffee, ignoring my moaning protest. I shut his computer screen.
“Any more photos?”
Tynan doesn’t answer until he’s passed back what’s left of his coffee. “No.”
I close my eyes.
“You can’t feel guilty for having sex, Raff.
Despite the smile on your face, you’ll be feeling bad for it.
You can’t. Tally’s made of stronger stuff.
You know that, so do I. Your Alpha replacing the image burned inside his memory of that photo with you or him doing the same thing isn’t anything to feel shitty about. ”
In the dawn light, it’s easy to look back at what we did last night with some level of distaste. Tynan’s right—Ronin was fucking gutted by that photo. If his time with me helped him, I’d do it over and over again. Same with Keegan.
Speaking of the devil, he comes down the stairs in a crisp black suit.
“What the hell, Kee?” I grouse at him. His wardrobe choice for the day is not appropriate, given what we need to do.
He stares at me, and I blush, dropping my gaze, peeking up at him every now and then.
It makes him scowl but smile. “Paddy and Jeanie called. We’re all going to Mass.
The call has been sent to every person in the Irish to attend Mass this morning.
We’re to take note of those who don’t show.
After Jeanie has finished serving morning tea, we’ll be taking a cleanup crew and visiting anyone not in attendance.
It’s a line in the sand. One I don’t agree with—neither does Ronin—but Paddy’s put his foot down on this. ”
I expect my brother to lose his shit. Time spent in fucking church is time we’re not looking for Tally. He takes a deep breath, and I crawl out of his space to be able to get a better handle on what he’s going to say.
“We’ve got the airports covered, the ports and the major train stations too.
Black’s apparently fallen off the face of the planet.
Given we sent him photos of how we left his house and pack, it’s pretty obvious he’s involved.
If he’s got our wife, they’re holed up, and he’s waiting for either more supporters or a diversion.
Going to Mass might be what we need to flush the prick out. ”
Ronin walks in, looking lethal. He’s shaved, combed his hair back, and has a dangerous edge to his gaze. Knowing he’s being watched only makes him grin. I bounce up and fix a small twist in his holster. Well, his old one—the holster Tally had taken as hers.
My hand glides over the guns as I chase a couple of wrinkles out of his shirt. “She’ll want these back.”
A glint of something on his pinkie has me picking up Ronin’s hand.
It’s Tally’s wedding ring. I have no clue how he got it over his knuckle, but I adore the way this strong Alpha has no hesitation using things to bring him peace.
He loves hard and fast and is a squishy bear under it all, with so much damn love to give. I’m so lucky I’m his.
I reach up to give him a quick kiss. He sighs against my lips before pulling away and becoming more Alpha than lover.
“Tally girl will get whatever the fuck she wants,” he says, flicking his head to hurry me up. “Wear your black suit today. I want us to match.”
“Of course.”
His phone goes off as an alert comes through, and the stress on his face makes it hard to see past. “Not a great feckin’ time for the coverage to be dropping out. Messages from hours ago are only coming through now.”
Tynan’s mobile is getting an influx, too, making my brother equally anxious. “Ain’t that grand? Let me see what’s going on.”
I race upstairs to shower and change, leaving them to growl over blackspots and terrible cell coverage.