Chapter Twenty-Six
Kai
T his house is way too fucking big.
Every hallway feels like a cathedral. Every room like a tomb.
It's quiet. Way too quiet.
And I know exactly why.
Lucky bastards.
I drag my hand through my hair as I pace the edge of the guest room - my temporary prison - shirtless, sweatpants slung low on my hips. Her scent still clings to the walls. Heat and slick and sweet omega, coiled around the air like a living thing, refusing to give me even an inch of peace.
I swear I haven’t been fully soft since yesterday.
I sit hard on the edge of the bed, knuckles grinding into my thighs like pain will fix the itch under my skin.
I thought the trip out might help. It didn’t. Not the open air, not the gym, and definitely not the deeply weird heart-to-heart I ended up having with Lucian when I got back - if you can call being barked at through a clenched jaw a heart-to-heart.
But I was being careful, since Lucian had allowed me to leave - though only just. He’d practically ordered me out of the house this morning while he stayed locked inside, simmering in his own goddamn misery.
"Straight to her friend. Straight back," he'd snapped, like I was some teenage intern being sent out for coffee, not a grown-ass alpha who could probably bench press this entire house.
Which, to be fair, wouldn't be hard. The place is mostly marble and disappointment.
But fine. Whatever . Someone had to check on the outside world. Someone had to make sure Lexi wasn’t setting the city on fire with “WHERE IS RHEA?” flyers and a megaphone.
And Lexi was… Lexi. Sharp. Beautiful, angry, and one sarcastic comment away from stabbing me in the throat with a pen.
( For the record, I think she had on her just in case. )
She had grilled me - hard . Wanted to know where Rhea was, what had happened since she left, and who was with her.
I told her none of it. Lucian’s orders: minimal details, maximum mystery.
Just enough to stop her from going full beta FBI.
Still, she got the message. Rhea’s alive, safe, cared for - and will be in touch.
Then came the real problem.
“There are rumors,” Lexi told me, arms crossed like she was about to deliver a weather report from hell. “That an unregistered omega left that gala with multiple alphas. Not one. Multiple. And not bonded, or claimed, either.”
I stared at her. “And you shut that down, right?”
“I’m trying ,” she'd snapped. “But you can’t exactly squash whispers. Especially not the good ones.”
Good. Jesus. We’re the subject of Omega gossip now. Might as well brand the front gate with HOT ALPHA ORGY HOUSE: ENTRY BY INSTINCT ONLY.
Lexi promised to keep the OMB distracted and keep Rhea’s name buried, but I saw the look in her eyes.
She’s worried. And if she’s worried, I’m worried.
And if I lingered too long under the weight of Lexi’s frustration and anger and worry - if my hand brushed hers when she passed over Rhea’s things…
Well. That’s nobody’s business.
I should’ve come straight back after that. Should’ve , but I didn’t. I hit the gym on the way here - needed to. I picked a fight in the cage, and won, of course. There was no contest. There never is, but especially not when I’m fueled by adrenaline and rage and whatever chemical cocktail Rhea’s scent had left corroding my brain.
Nothing clears the head like blood and bruises and being able to throw your body at someone who deserves it. I walked out of there with a split lip, blood on my knuckles, and zero regrets.
Except now, the calm’s worn off. The high’s gone.
And all I’m left with is a rock-hard cock and a phantom scent I can’t chase.
I drag my hand down my abs and try not to fist myself like a feral teenager. Again . But it’s hard. Because I know.
She’s been with them.
I should be mad. Should be furious, like Lucian.
But all I feel is this bone-deep, maddening hunger to finally have my turn.
To taste her. To feel her. To make her laugh while I fuck the sense out of her.
Instead, I’m here, in a house that smells like her, leaking testosterone like a bad sitcom.
“Fuck me ,” I mutter , dragging a hand over my face.
Then I hear it.
Soft, measured footsteps in the hall.
Theo.
I bet he’s glowing. Post-omega afterglow - classic .
He walks past the open door, pauses, then backs up like his body clocked me before his brain did. I don’t even look at him - just stretch out on the bed, sweatpants hanging low, my split lip throbbing from the fight earlier.
Casual. Loose. Definitely not seconds away from jerking off. Again.
“You gonna hover there all night?” I murmur.
Theo crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. “Didn’t want to interrupt if you were… busy.”
“ Busy ,” I echo, glancing down at the clearly very not-subtle tent in my sweats. “Yeah, you could say that. It’s been a hell of a day. Lexi nearly ripped my throat out. Lucian tried to bond with a window. And our omega has been moaning through the walls like a damn siren.”
Theo blinks. “Lexi?”
“Yeah.” I sit up a little, dragging a hand through my hair. “She’s fine, by the way. Covered our asses with the OMB like a pro. Told them tha that Rhea had a family emergency and skipped town for a spa retreat - or something equally suspicious. But there are whispers. She says people are talking. About an omega. Multiple alphas. The whole shebang.”
Theo looks alarmed - like he might try to fix it with a clipboard and a prayer.
“Don’t worry,” I add dryly. “Lexi’s on it. She threatened to start a rumor that Rhea ran off to become a nun if anyone pushed harder.”
That gets a twitch of a smile. Just a flicker, but it’s there.
I cock my head. “So. You and her, huh?”
Theo stiffens. “Yeah.”
I groan and flop back on the bed, one hand dragging over my face.
“Fuck me. I can smell her on you. You didn’t even bother scrubbing it off, did you?”
His jaw works. “I didn’t want to.”
“Didn’t think so.” I grin. “I leave for one day, and it’s suddenly heat week at the fuck palace.”
Theo’s lips twitch, but he doesn’t deny it. “She needed us.”
“Bet she was soaked for you,” I murmur. “Bet her cunt gripped you so fucking tight.”
Theo exhales hard through his nose.
“Did she come hard?” I ask. “Did she scream for you?”
“She screamed,” Theo says, voice rough.
“ Nice ,” I groan. “What a good girl.”
Theo’s eyes flick to mine. “Yeah.”
My cock throbs . I shift slightly, palming myself through my sweats with the kind of slow deliberation that’s equal parts frustration and invitation.
There’s a silence between us. A thick one. Full of everything we’re not saying.
And then I push my sweats down. Just enough.
His gaze drops immediately.
Busted.
“You here to join or just judge, big guy?”
He clears his throat. “I came to check on you.”
“Yeah?” I start stroking beneath the material, slow and shameless. “Well, here I am. Checked. Raging hard-on and everything.”
Theo doesn’t move.
Doesn’t leave, either.
His eyes are dark now, flicking from my hand to my face, then back again. Still pretending he’s not staring.
“Long day,” I say again, voice low. “Didn’t even get to kiss her. Just sniffed the air and nearly came in my pants. I’m trying to be respectful here, but I swear, if I smell her again, I’m gonna knot a table leg.”
Theo exhales like he’s trying not to laugh. Or groan.
Hard to tell.
“And this is your version of bedside manner?” I prod.
His voice lowers. “Do you want company?”
I don’t stop stroking and look him dead in the eye.
“You’re already here, aren’t you?”
He hesitates.
I wait.
Because we’re all circling now. Orbiting the same gravity.
And it’s only a matter of time before someone finally pulls.
“You watched last time,” I tease.
He shifts. Not away - just enough to brace himself.
I smirk. It’s like he’s frozen in place, warring with himself about what to do.
I almost roll my eyes.
“Got off on it, didn’t you?”
I push the waistband of my sweats down even further. My cock springs free, thick and leaking.
Theo’s eyes darken, gaze dragging down my body like a hand.
“You watching me?”
“You watching me?” I murmur.
His voice is hoarse. “Yeah.”
“Didn’t say you liked it,” I smirk.
“Didn’t say I didn’t.”
The tension is electric now, taut and crackling. My grip tightens as I jerk myself slowly, his eyes drag down my body, hungry despite himself. There’s restraint in him, but it’s thinner now, fraying at the edges.
I like that I can see it.
I like that he doesn’t quite know what to do with me.
“You hard?” I ask.
He nods.
“You gonna do something about it?”
He hesitates. “Should I?”
I don’t stop stroking. Just tilt my head, lazy and smug. “Up to you.”
Theo’s chest rises and falls in one deep breath.
“Tell me what it was like,” I murmur. “Tell me how she sounded when you made her come. Did she beg?”
My hips twitch as I stroke myself with a sharper pace. I’m close now - so fucking close, and still not enough.
“I bet she did,” I carry on, voice dropping into something darker. “She moans when she grinds against you, doesn’t she? That soft little whimper, like she knows she’s being watched. Like she knows someone else is waiting to take their turn.”
Theo steps forward. Just one slow, controlled step into the room.
My cock twitches in my hand.
“You’re not the only one,” he says, voice low and gravel-thick. “You think I didn’t feel it too? When Ash had her? When Lucian was talking to her through the fucking door?”
I still, watching him for a moment. Watching this new edge surface.
“She’s not ours,” he continues. “Not yet. But fuck, it’s hard to pretend like she isn’t.”
A beat passes between us, hot and stretched and humming with everything unsaid.
Then Theo looks at me - really looks.
“Do you want her?” he asks.
“More than anything.”
“Then why are you in here alone?”
He steps forward again - closer now, in the room properly. The door clicks shut behind him with a soft click .
It’s quiet. Final .
“I should go,” he says, though he doesn’t move. “But I won’t. Not if you ask me to stay.”
I drop my hand from my cock without hesitation.
“Stay.”
Theo’s eyes flare. “I’m not gonna touch you,” he says, voice strained. “Not unless you ask.”
“Who said I wanted to be touched?” I murmur, stretching my legs out, spreading them just a little wider. “Maybe I just want to see if you’ll watch me come thinking about her.”
Theo’s breath catches, and then he sits down, right at the edge of the bed.
I wrap my hand around myself again, never looking away as the air between us thrums.
Theo doesn’t move - barely even breathes - but I can feel the shift in him. I like the way his gaze dips down, the way his throat bobs as he swallows hard.
Like he doesn’t know where to look. Like every inch of him is trying not to break.
But he will. He’s going to.
I’ll make sure of it.
“You ever done this before?” I ask, voice low, teasing. “Sat and watched another alpha fall apart right in front of you?”
Theo shakes his head, jaw tense. “No.”
“Shame.” I grin. “You've been missing out.”
My hand moves faster, and I lean back on the mattress, spreading my legs wider.
Letting him look. Letting him want.
Letting him see how fucking good I look when I do this.
“You know, I’ve been wondering what it feels like,” I murmur. “To have her tight around me. Slick and sweet and begging for more.”
Theo’s eyes flutter shut for half a second, like the image alone could undo him.
“You thinking about her mouth?” I keep going. “Or her cunt?”
Theo exhales sharply.
“Yeah,” I whisper, half-laughing. “Me too.”
I fuck my hand harder now, imagining it’s her riding me - sweaty and desperate, clenching down, gasping as I pull her apart with my cock, head tilting back.
And then I glance at him again - at the way he’s sitting so still, so tight, like he's barely holding it together.
“Touch yourself,” I say.
Theo blinks. “What?”
“You heard me.” I give him a lazy grin. “I want to see it. Want to see what you look like when you lose control.”
He hesitates, and I reach down with my free hand, cupping my balls and squeezing, just enough to make my hips jolt.
His lips part.
“C’mon, big guy,” I laugh - low and filthy and amused. “It’s just us.”
And maybe it’s the heat in my voice, or the way my cock looks in my hand, or the fact that his own dick is already straining against his sweats -
But he does it.
Theo shifts on the bed, draws the waistband down, and frees himself. And fuck - he’s big. Thick and flushed and trembling with tension.
“Shit, Theo. Look at you.”
He starts stroking - awkward at first, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed.
But then I match his rhythm.
We sync, and the room turns molten.
Two alphas, jerking off together. Heavy breath. Heat curling between us.
“You ever wondered what it’d feel like?” I rasp. “My mouth on you?”
Theo’s strokes stutter.
“Or hers. Taking you in while I fuck her from behind.”
“Jesus,” he breathes.
I lean forward, hand pumping faster now, my whole body tight. “Or maybe you’re fucking her, and you’ve got me in your mouth. Would you knot in her, Theo? Drink down my come, let it spill down your throat while you’re buried inside her pretty little pussy?”
Theo’s breath punches out of him like I hit him, but he doesn’t stop.
He jerks harder. Faster .
Like he wants to chase that image down, wrap himself around it and drown.
“Oh, you like that,” I grin, voice rough with heat. “You wanna come with both of us, don’t you?”
His hand falters for a second.
“I’ve never -” he starts, but the words stick.
I lean in, real close now, bracing one arm behind me, legs still spread wide.
Our knees nearly touch. The air between us is so thick it’s fucking syrup.
“Never sucked another alpha off while you fucked someone else?” I rasp. “Never had your knot swell in an omega while another alpha kissed your throat and begged to taste it?”
He groans; not loud, but raw. Real .
His fist works his cock harder, his chest rising and falling like he’s been sprinting.
“I bet you’d like it slow,” I say, voice low, smooth, confident. “One of us in front, one behind. Taking turns. Stretching her together.”
“ Kai -”
“Or maybe you like it messy,” I interrupt, cock jerking in my hand now, the rhythm rough and needy. “Overstimulated. Spit and slick and come everywhere. Her bent between us, your cock in her mouth while I fuck her from behind. Or maybe…”
I lick my lips.
“Maybe I fuck you.”
Theo jerks like I hit him.
“I hold you down,” I growl, voice darker now. “You’re knotted in her, and I fill your ass up while your cock’s still twitching.”
Theo gasps. His hand stutters. His eyes fly to mine, wild and wide and wrecked.
“You want it?” I whisper. “Want me to fuck you while you’re deep inside her? Feel both of us all at once?”
“Fuck,” Theo hisses. His strokes are erratic now, thighs trembling, neck flushed. “Fuck, Kai -”
“I’d hold your hips,” I pant, leaning even closer, “thrust so deep while she moaned your name, and you’d take it, wouldn’t you? You’d take all of it.”
“ God -”
“Say it.”
He looks at me like I’ve split him in half. Like I’ve peeled something open he didn’t even know he had.
“I’d take it,” he whispers. “I’d let you fuck me.”
My breath catches. My cock jerks.
“Good boy,” I murmur, stroking harder now. “Fuck, you’d be such a good fucking boy for me.”
My knuckles graze his thigh - light but electric, bare skin to bare skin - and I feel the shudder ripple through him like I’ve touched something deeper.
“You’re shaking,” I murmur, eyes locked on his. “Scared, or turned on?”
He huffs a breath.
“ Both .”
“Good.” I rise up onto my knees, shifting toward him while pushing down on his chest, guiding him to lay back on the bed until I’m looming over him. “That’s how it should be.”
My cock twitches in my grip. Theo’s rhythm falters again, and I match it - slowing just enough to tease, to control the pace of both of us.
“You want it slow?” I ask, voice dark and low. “Want me to spread you open real gentle, stretch you around my fingers first… or just shove in? All at once. Make you take it.”
His jaw drops. His hips twitch forward into his fist like he’s already feeling it - like my words alone are pressure and stretch and heat.
“I don’t know,” he gasps. “Fuck, Kai - fuck - ”
“Yeah, you do.”
I slide in even closer until our thighs touch, until I can feel the warmth radiating off his skin. I stroke myself impossibly harder, my cock slick with pre-come, glistening under the low light.
I nudge closer and closer, until our cocks brush - just the tips at first, sticky and hot, smearing together. He jerks at the contact, his body locking up, breath breaking apart.
“You’d want it rough,” I growl, dragging the leaking heads of our cocks against each other again. “You’d want me mean . One hand on your hip, the other in your hair, dragging your head back so I can see your face when I split you open.”
Theo’s eyes close, his head tipping back into the pillow, mouth falling open.
“You’d beg for it,” I pant, rutting my cock against his now, our slick smearing everywhere. “You’d say please, Alpha. Please fuck me harder. ”
“Shit,” he gasps, thrusting up into the air, into me, chasing the friction now.
“You’d cry for it, wouldn’t you?” I growl, grinding against him, cocks sliding against each other in a slick, filthy rhythm. “While I stretch you wide. Fill you up until you don’t know where she ends and I begin.”
“ Jesus Christ -”
Theo’s whole body jolts under me.
“Close,” he gasps. “Kai, fuck - I’m so close -”
“Hold it,” I snap, hand fisting around both of us now - both cocks trapped in my grip, hot and hard and leaking against each other. “Not until I say.”
His back arches off the bed. His hands fist uselessly in the sheets, body twitching like he’s seconds from breaking.
I squeeze tighter. Slow the strokes, dragging the heat out between us until he’s whimpering, legs kicking helplessly.
Then I reach down and grab his wrist - not to hurt, just to anchor him - and lean in close enough to let my breath brush his mouth.
“Now,” I whisper. “Come for me, pretty boy.”
Theo convulses .
He comes with a wrecked, sobbing cry, his entire body seizing as he spills across his belly in hot, thick pulses. His back arches even further, his legs shaking in a way that’s almost violent. His breath breaks in his throat -
And then his come splatters across my cock, mixing with my own leaking pre-come, and that’s it.
I break with him.
Still on my knees, still looming over him, I stroke hard and fast until I explode - hot, primal release shooting across his stomach, streaking through the mess already there, mixing with his.
He gasps as it hits him, dazed and wide-eyed, and I grin down, still panting, still pumping the last drops from my cock with a satisfied hiss.
“Fuck,” I murmur, chest heaving. “You look good like this.”
I lean in, voice low and smug.
“Told you I’m better than cable.”
Theo lifts his eyes and stares up at me like I’ve knocked the ground out from under him.
He’s a mess. Flushed. Sweating. Come streaking his stomach, chest rising and falling like he’s run a mile through fire. His eyes are blown wide, stunned with afterglow and something heavier. Something I recognize.
Need . Still burning at the edges. Still not sated.
I lean in, hands braced on either side of him, my thighs caging his where he’s slouched back against the headboard.
"You did good," I murmur, my voice wrecked and low and lined with smoke. "Took it so well. Barely even flinched when I told you how I’d split you open."
Theo swallows. His voice is barely there. "Wasn’t flinching."
"Oh, I know." I smirk. "That was excitement."
He shudders, and I reach down - wipe a streak of come off his belly with two fingers. I hold them up between us, slick and glistening, and watch his eyes drop to them.
"Want it?" I ask.
His breath catches. But then, he nods. Just once. Tight.
Brave .
I press my fingers to his lips. He parts them, lets me slide it in slow.
He sucks our combined release from my fingers like he was made for it.
“Christ,” I whisper. “You’re gonna ruin me, Theo.”
He hums low in his throat - whether it’s pride or pleasure, I can’t tell. Maybe both. I watch him for a moment longer, then trail my hand back down, palm flat on his chest now. His heartbeat’s still wild.
"You ever done anything like that before?" I ask, eyes pinned to his.
His smile is a little crooked. "Not even close."
"And now?"
He shifts under me, still wrecked but smiling. “Now I’m wondering how much worse you’re gonna get.”