Chapter 11 Talon
Rowan spent hours confined to Killian’s room, surfacing only for a brief snack and to visit the restroom. Killian was determined to apologize to her in her favorite way.
Orgasms.
We could all hear how hard he was working to make it up to her, and every moan, groan, and cry that left our pet’s lips was driving the rest of us insane.
Ryker checked if Killian was in the mood to share, but he didn’t make it a single step into the room before Killian charged him, grabbed him by the throat, and tossed him on his ass back into the hallway.
Bored, horny, and frustrated, Ryker breezed into my room without knocking. He flopped onto the end of my bed with a loud, exaggerated sigh. Grabbing a pillow, he pulled it over his face and groaned.
“If I have to listen to this for one more second, I’m going to lose my mind.”
I snorted. “Then leave. Go for a run or something. Exercise is good for your Fruity-O addiction. Plus, it’ll get your mind off it.”
“I don’t want to get my mind off it, Tally. I want to get in on it. But the big fucker doesn’t share his toys, so…”
“You know Killian doesn’t share. I don’t know why you bother poking the bear.”
“Because it’s torture. I’m fucking suffering, Tally. That’s psychological warfare. Killian’s committing a crime in there, and we’re the victims. They did not prepare us for this in SERE training.”
“How would you even know? You spent the whole time flirting with that instructor. I don’t think you listened to a single word she said.”
“Hey! Not fair! My star player was distracting me. Not my fault. You can’t hold me accountable for his actions.”
I rolled my eyes just as a particularly loud moan slipped through the wall.
“Fuck! I can’t take it. I’m so fucking horny. Sharing is a pack value. How the hell did we get stuck with a packmate who’s so bad at it?”
“At least our omega feels inclined to share. And be shared. And apparently watch.”
That got Ryker’s attention. He yanked the pillow from his face and shot upright.
“Hold up, what?”
“I heard our pet’s thoughts—”
I couldn't even finish before he cut me off, “When?”
“When we were in the shower before her punishment.”
Ryker leaned forward. “And…? Come on, don’t tease me, Tally. Fucking spit it out.”
“Maybe I enjoy teasing you. Alright I'll tell you. If you say please.”
“I’m not saying please. Just fucking tell me!” he said, throwing the pillow at me.
I dodged it and issued him a challenge. “Make me.”
Ryker lunged, tackling me. He tried to lock an arm around my throat, but I twisted, using his momentum to flip us. In seconds, I had him pinned, my forearm pressing against his throat, my knees digging into his arms as he struggled to break free.
I leaned close, my voice low against his ear. “She was fantasizing. About us. Together.”
“Who? All of us?” he choked out.
I eased the pressure on his neck slightly. “No. Mostly just you… and me.”
“Sharing her? We’ve done that.”
“No,” I said, my voice even lower now. “Sharing each other. While she watches.”
Ryker's head tilted back, as a pained groan slipped from his lips.
He muttered, "Fuckkk."
I unpinned his throat, instead wrapping my hand around the column of his neck. He kept his jaw tilted up, and I could feel him swallow thickly as I tightened my grip. The veins and muscles in his neck bulged.
Suddenly, I was acutely aware of how hard his dick was, digging into my thigh.
“You’re fucking with me,” he said, breath rough from where my fist tightened.
“I’m not.”
He blinked once, then twice, and grinned. “You’re fucking serious? She wants to watch us fuck each other?”
“That’s what she was thinking.”
“Holy shit,” he said, laughing under his breath. “Our little omega’s got great taste.”
I sat back, loosening my grip just enough to let him breathe, still straddling him. “You think this is funny?”
He propped himself up on his elbows. “I think it’s hot.”
"Of course you do, Ryker." I said, letting go of his neck and swinging my leg over him to stand. His hand shot out before I could get up, resting right on my dick, which he squeezed through my fatigues. He smirked, making those damn dimples pop into his cheeks.
My dick hardened of its own accord, and my eyes traveled to his lips. The image of them parting as I shoved my cock down his throat flashed in my mind. What would his five o'clock shadow feel like scraping my groin as I bottomed out in his throat. Stuffing his mouth would certainly keep him quiet…
"I know Kitten said she wants to watch, but we could start without her. Relieve this tension. After all, she's been torturing us, so why not give her some of her own fucking medicine?" he offered with a shrug, hand still resting on my groin.
I said nothing, as my body went completely rigid.
He took my silence as an invitation to continue. His fingers went to my belt, dragging the tail through the buckle, freeing it from around my waist. When I still didn't move, he grabbed the zipper of my fatigues, sliding it down.
My hard dick sprung out, tenting my briefs as he ran his palm over the head of my cock. Precum leaked from the tip. Low in my groin, something pulsed, responding to his touch.
A loud bang on the door stalled his hand.
"Pack meeting, ten minutes! Mandatory attendance," Cade ordered gruffly through the door.
The spell broke.
I moved fast, pushing off Ryker and getting to my feet, ignoring the charged energy still hanging in the air between us. I zipped my fly and refastened my belt while he tucked his arms behind his head, relaxing and stretching out on my bed like he owned it.
His grin turned lazy and wicked. “Guess we’ll have to try again later. Maybe next time, we can let Kitten watch and make her little fantasy come true.” He paused, eyes glinting with mischief. “Anything for our omega, right?”
My jaw flexed, but I didn’t answer.
He laughed softly. “C’mon, Tally, tell me how much you'd fucking like it too.”
I rolled my eyes. “You talk too much.”
He tilted his head, still smirking. “Only when it makes you blush”
“I don't blush. I'm not a teenage girl. Let's go, Ryker. Get off my bed.”
“Cade said ten, that’s just enough time to jerk off. I’ll be out soon.”
“No fucking way, not in my bed!” I argued, but he was already unzipping his pants.
His cock sprang out of his boxers, and his hand wrapped around the thick shaft. Ryker's knot inflated, and pre-cum leaked from the mushroom tip. My dick pulsed again.
“What the fuck, Ryker! You better not get a drop on my sheets.”
He shot me a wink as his hand started moving lazily up and down in long strokes. “I bet your wolf would love that. It'd probably roll around in my scent.”
I flipped him off and turned for the door, my pulse hammering, acutely aware of how aroused I was as his low, knowing chuckle echoed behind me.
When I entered the living quarters, Cade was already at the table, rifling through paperwork as usual. I joined him, trying to pull myself together. He glanced up, his brows drawing together in mild concern.
“You okay? Is your wolf riding you? Need to shift?”
“I’m good. It’s just Ryker. He’s under my skin.”
Cade snorted. “When isn’t he under someone’s skin?”
Through our bond, I could feel Rowan’s appetite stirring, a low pull of hunger that sent my alpha instincts into overdrive. The need to tend to her, to provide for my mate, rose sharp and insistent.
I gathered ingredients and started on lunch while I waited for the rest of the pack to drift in.
The familiar motions steadied me, providing clarity, which I needed now.
But as I cut through tomatoes, my mind replayed what had just happened, every detail surfacing despite my efforts to divert my focus.
Ryker's smirk and dimpled cheeks.
His hand, dragging down my zipper.
Slowly.
The pulsing need, low in my groin, as I studied his lips.
His hard cock pressing against the inside of my thigh.
I had tried to play it off like it was Rowan's fantasy, but if I was being honest, how many times had I envisioned that instead of a woman between us, it was just Ryker and I? How many times had I wrapped my hands around his throat, watching his face scrunch with pleasure while I came?
Whatever had just happened between us… changed everything.