63. Chapter 63
Rosalina
Nico tossed me into the back seat, and Oliver climbed in on the other side.
Still holding the door, Nico looked past me to the other omega in disbelief. “You want me to drive your Audi?”
“Yeah, you drive like a grandma, anyway. Don’t get used to it.”
Oliver wasted no time taking my hand and coaxing me closer. I snuggled up against his side, careful of his wounded leg.
In the shadows of the quickly filling courtyard, Nico took a moment to bark off orders to some of the alphas piling out of an assortment of expensive-looking cars.
My attention was all on Oliver, though. “Aren’t you hurt? Shouldn’t we go to the hospital?” I nuzzled into his neck, drawing in his sweet, buttery scent. Fuck, I could just eat him whole.
“It was just a couple of stitches. I’ve had worse.” His jaw was tense beneath my lips.
Instructions given, the alphas finally joined us in the car, closing their doors and blocking out the rising commotion from the courtyard.
Having overheard my concern, Cruz said, “The bond will have him healed by morning, hellcat.”
Ollie turned, so my next kiss landed on his lips. “See, babe. Nothing to worry about.”
The car eased out onto the paved drive, picking up speed as we passed the gate.
Oliver nipped my lower lip, wrapping his arms around my waist and anchoring me to him. He deepened the kiss, and I opened for his gentle strokes, his tongue teasing with its tenderness. My arms circled his neck as I leaned closer, still kissing him.
“I was so scared when those assholes started shooting,” I whispered into his lips.
“We won’t ever let anyone hurt you again.” Ollie’s hand ran down my ribs and over my hip. “Come here.”
He continued his path, gripping my thigh and drawing it across his lap.
I rotated until I was straddling his waist, careful of his wound.
His hands dragged my hips over the firmness swelling in his pants.
He traced slow, languid kisses down my throat, lingering over the nearly healed bite mark Nico had given me.
Every soft press of his skin sent waves of warmth radiating to my core.
“But, you’re hurt, Oliver. We can’t,” I gasped.
His lips fell to my breasts. “Wanna bet?” The vibration of his words had my nipples tightening and aching for his kiss.
He grabbed the front of my tank top and pulled it down, exposing my chest to him. He groaned, and his cock thickened under me. “You’re perfect.”
My neck arched, stopped only by the back of Cruz’s seat. Oliver took one furled peak between his lips. A pulse of pleasure went straight from my breasts to the apex of my thighs. The sharp scrape of his teeth had my head spinning, and when he pulled his mouth free, I was bereft.
“Rosa, I want to mark you.” Ollie’s eyes met mine, and something hard inside me melted. “Can I mark you?”
I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off. Between short, needy breaths, I managed to murmur a, “yes.”
Oliver’s clever fingers slid up my spine, unhooking my bra with a twist and discarding it on the floorboard. His mouth dropped to my nipples as he turned us and pressed me back onto the seat. He released me to pull off his T-shirt and drag off my boots.
My fingers made quick work of unfastening my jeans, and I wriggled them over my hips. Oliver peeled my panties down my thighs and crawled over me.
Cruz’s voice drifted from the front seat. “Nico, you might want to hurry the fuck up.”
The car’s speakers rang with the sound of a phone call being placed, but I ignored it, pulling Oliver’s lips to mine.
“Clear the garage and lock it down. No one in or out until I say so.” Nico’s voice was an inhuman growl, holding onto the last thread of control.
My fingers dropped to the waist of Ollie’s pants, wrestling them down his hips. His cock thrummed with heat as it nestled between my thighs.
Slick pulsed from his cock, running down the length of his piercings as he slid it over my glossy folds. The metallic ladder ground against my clit, dragging a gasp from my lungs.
“Do you like that, baby?” Ollie’s words trailed over my neck.
I lifted my hips, adjusting his angle to notch against my entrance. “Yes, Ollie, do it. I want you to.”
As soon as I asked, he surged forward, his hips driving into me.
His piercings ratcheted up the pleasure with every careful thrust. I arched under him, wanting everything.
Every inch, every kiss, every breath. His lips dropped to my throat, teeth dragging lower, over my collarbone, then to the swell of my breasts.
“I want to mark you right here.” He murmured against my aching nipple.
My orgasm teased, that dark precipice just out of reach. My pussy fluttered around his solid length. It was right there, waiting. Desperate. “Yes,” I gasped.
His teeth circled my nipple, sucking it deep, and then broke the skin. The pain was a whisper next to the crash of pleasure that exploded from the sting of his bite. I cried out, my belly clenching as waves of ecstasy rolled over me.
He pulled his bloody mouth from me, licking the wound clean and sending tiny sparks of pleasure mixed with pain firing up my spine. I moaned as a torrent of aftershocks ignited under my skin.
Ollie banded an arm around my waist and rolled us so he was on top.
His head rested on the car door, and my legs were pressed on either side of his hips.
I had to duck so I wouldn’t hit my head, but he was still hard and thick inside me.
He guided my hips, rocking them slowly, but his eyes were fixed on the raw, red wound perfectly circling my nipple.
It was beautiful, almost like art. My eyes misted over. Not from pain, but from happiness.
“I can feel you,” Oliver murmured, mystified.
He flexed his hips, driving up into me while holding me still with his hands. I moved with him, pleasure flooding over me. When I let loose a long, keening moan, his soul-deep groan reached into my core.
I rocked my hips, careful of his injured leg, but his grip tightened, and he pulled me down onto him harder and faster.
“I’m gonna come again,” I panted, looking down into his half-lidded eyes.
“You feel so good, baby. Mark me. Make me yours.” Oliver’s fingers dug into my hips, guiding me to new heights.
As I balanced on the edge of oblivion, my lips dropped to his throat, opening around the muscle between his neck and shoulder.
My teeth ached with the rightness of it and then sank in.
As soon as the flavor of his French toast scent hit my taste buds, a tether snapped into place.
I could feel the slick, tight slide of my pussy driving him to his peak and the warmth of emotion swirling in his chest. It was almost too much combined with my own, and I shattered, screaming as a hot flood of his seed erupted inside me.
The car swerved, jostling me above Ollie, but he caught me and held me to his chest. “Do you feel it?” he asked into my hair.
I felt every lingering wave of pleasure looping between us. I mumbled a reply that sounded vaguely affirmative, but I’m not sure anyone understood.
The lights outside the car changed from the dark night sky and flashes of streetlights to dull concrete.
The car shut off, and the doors banged open, then shut.
I wasn’t ready to move, but the back doors opened and calloused hands lifted me off Oliver.
We both muttered protests until the scent of our alphas rolled over us.
Cruz scooped me into his arms, and I buried my face in his neck, the memory of biting Oliver fresh in my mind.
I nipped at his throat, and he chuckled.
“Not yet, hellcat. I want to be inside you.”
That sounded incredible, and my body flushed with the promise of what was to come. Nico had his arm around a naked Ollie, steadying him as he limped, following behind.
Being stuck in an elevator drowning in my scent match’s pheromones was torture.
The chime dinged almost instantly, and we were moving again.
Black velvet walls passed in a blur, and the scent of French toast soared as we passed through a black door and hurried through a darkened living space into a room with acoustic tiles covering the walls.
Cruz laid me on a massive bed, piled with fuzzy blankets and soft, charcoal-colored jersey sheets. No windows. The rest of the pack stripped off their clothes and crawled into the nest.
Nico propped himself in the corner, green eyes watching over us. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my bare skin.
Oliver’s contentment washed over me as he lowered himself into the blankets beside Nico. The thick silence intensified the nerves fluttering in my belly.
I glanced behind me, and Cruz crawled in after us. The low lighting rippled over his dark skin like a panther stalking through shadows. Instinctively, I inched back, but he caught my ankle and pulled me to him.
Cruz
“No more lies. No more games, hellcat. Can you handle that?” I growled as I prowled over her until she was caged beneath me.
She whimpered, blinking those pretty blue eyes up at me and nodding.
“Good.” My lips dropped to hers, prying them open and delving inside with a soul-destroying kiss. I poured all the hurt and worry that I’d refused to voice into it.
She would never know how my heart bled every second she was in danger when there’d been nothing we could do for her.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight.” My chest ached just thinking about that camera feed where she was strapped to that table. I gathered both her wrists into one hand and locked them over her head. “Never again.”
Sweat glowed on her skin, and I licked a trail of it up her neck. She tasted like roses and dreams I never knew I could dream. Like a family I never thought I deserved.
Nico was running his fingers through Ollie’s hair while they watched me pin our little mate.
She squirmed, wrapping her legs around my hips as if she hadn’t already been well taken care of.
A rare smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as my eyes dropped to her, taking my time studying every little nuance of her face.
She whined with impatience.
“What, hellcat? Hmm? What’s wrong?” I breathed in her ear.
She bucked her hips, whimpering. “Please, please, please.”
God, I would love to keep her like this, begging and writhing all day.
But we had something that needed finishing.
I released her hands, kissing my way down her body, and pulling one of her thighs over my shoulder.
My tongue lashed across her clit, and her back bowed as if she’d been struck by lightning.
I grabbed her hips, holding her still as I buried my tongue between her legs.
She squealed and squirmed, but I held her down, forcing her to the brink.
“Don’t stop, please.” Rosa thrashed her head back and forth, and I chuckled against her silken center.
“Do you think you deserve it?” I kissed the inside of her thigh, teasing the flesh with a nip of my teeth.
“Please, I’ll do anything,” she sobbed.
I pressed two fingers into her drenched pussy. “Once we’ve claimed you fully, you’re going to take all of us in that perfect cunt.”
“Yes, anything. Just please don’t stop.”
Two more fingers joined the first, stretching her open, curling until tremors wracked her body.
Then I tucked my thumb and forced my fist inside.
Her pussy clamped down on my hands as my teeth pierced the inside of her thigh.
My free arm pinned her as her cunt fluttered and trembled with pleasure and pain.
Her cries permeated the air until they trailed off to a soft whine, and her body went slack.
I pulled my hand free and licked the blood from her bite. Aftershocks wracked her tiny body.
I flopped on my back, aching and hard as nails, but reveling in the sensation of her pleasure lapping at me like ocean waves.
Rosalina
Exhausted, I collapsed back into the sheets. Cruz sprawled next to me, glorious and rock-hard. The agreement he coerced from me earlier nagged at the back of my thoughts. All of them at once. That wasn’t even possible, was it? My body tingled. What if it was?
Oh god. That sounded incredible. A gush of slick accompanied the thought. My thighs rubbed together as my body begged for the friction, despite having already been given multiple orgasms. In the corner of the nest, Nico watched me as Oliver licked his cock like it was candy, and my mouth watered.
Cruz tipped my chin toward him. “You like that, hellcat?”
I nodded, rolling to my knees, and crawled over him, straddling his hips.
My eyes shifted from the others to him. His cock jumped in approval, brushing against my overly sensitized clit.
Oh fuck, that felt too good. I lowered my hips over his thick shaft, dripping slick and cum along his length.
His tortured groan stirred the butterflies in my belly, and I caught his blunt crown on my opening and pressed down, my pussy swallowing him whole.
When my clit met his pelvis, I stilled, feeling so full.
I couldn’t imagine more, but I was somehow still needy.
I rose, letting him slide almost all the way out and then dropped back down.
His head fell back as his hand landed on my hips to support me as I rocked him deeper, slowly at first but then more quickly, finding the perfect angle that had us both moaning.
The pad of his calloused thumb stroked my clit, and my whole body tensed as pleasure stabbed through me.
I fell forward onto his chest, and he took over pounding upward into me as I cried out.
His knot grew, stretching me to the point of pain, and I loved every second of it.
An avalanche of pleasure rolled through me, and just as I was engulfed, my teeth struck Cruz in the neck, ripping into his flesh.
He groaned, his knot sliding home, and sticky streams of cum filled my pulsing womb.
His orgasm echoed in me, setting off another shattering climax. All I could do was scream as it enveloped me in hot, dark bliss.
Collapsing on Cruz’s chest, I gulped breaths and enjoyed the fullness, but when I lifted my head, Nico’s eyes were glued on me. I’d marked everyone but him, and we both knew it. There was a missing piece that loomed like a living thing, reminding me that I wasn’t done.
I could just bite him. It would seal the bond, just like that, but I didn’t want that. We had unfinished business.