Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Briar
I spend the night wrapped up tight between Keir and Calder. Despite Easton’s ranting and raving that he and I will share the bed, he sleeps on the couch that probably reeks of sex from mine and Keir’s lazy encounter.
Serves him right.
Our bonding might have been sudden, but he’s going to learn that I’m taking his word at face value until he shows me otherwise. He went on and on about wanting me and making me his queen. It’s now his time to prove what he said was true.
My night is highly enjoyable because Keir and Calder work well together. They’re also much nicer about giving in to my demands, but neither gives in to my pleading for their bite.
I suppose that goes to show…they have better restraint than Easton, which is probably accurate.
Easton gets ready in the attached bathroom early the next morning. It wakes me fully as he pulls on a long-sleeve T-shirt while standing in front of the space heater. It looks like he’s dressing for his morning run.
We really need to find out when the heat will be back on, because the two small devices we have aren’t cutting it. Easton bolts before noticing I’m awake, and I start to wonder if he’s having regrets about bonding so quickly.
It’s a slow process to sneak out from between Calder and Keir, but I manage. Without their body heat to keep me warm, it’s freezing. Dressing in a long-sleeve dress and leggings, I even pull on my coat, despite having no intentions of going outside.
No wonder that pregnant chick sweet-talked her neighbors into letting her stay over there. I wouldn’t have made it here by myself either.
I spot the coffeepot on the counter. Keir and Calder really did buy everything necessary to stock this place. Making myself a cup, I smile brightly when I notice the vanilla creamer.
I take my cup to the front window to peek out at the neighborhood. This place is kinda in the middle of nowhere, but there are a bunch of houses around. They’re just on several-acre lots, so it makes everything seem spaced out.
A vehicle drives by and parks next door. I shamelessly watch the old woman get out and load her arms up with a million bags. She seems intent on carrying everything in one trip.
I snort, drop my coffee mug on the counter, and head out to help her.
As it turns out, my newly bonded alpha seems to have delusions that I was trying to escape… All because I helped a sweet old lady tote groceries and gifts onto the neighbor’s porch.
Okay, maybe I help perpetuate that narrative by crossing my arms over my chest and asking, “What are you going to do if I was?”
Easton’s scent is everywhere, and even his hair sticks to his forehead with sweat from his run. His amusement filters through the bond. “I would have tracked you through our connection. Once I had you…” He chuckles darkly. “Let’s just say, you’d never make the misguided choice to run from me again. Your ass wouldn’t recover from the spanking you’d be owed for putting other people’s lives in danger by acting so recklessly.”
A shiver runs down my spine.
I barely notice the door opening and the older woman slipping inside. I’m more focused on what it would feel like to be trapped over Easton’s lap as he rained down hell on my rear end.
Easton gathers up the bags lying around and shoves them at the guy who answered the door. I think his name is Kase, and the older woman is his mother.
I don’t know.
After catching a strong hit of Easton’s scent as he moves, I can’t focus on anything else. My core clenches around nothing while I consider tackling him to the porch floor and licking him…repeatedly.
The exchange between East and Kase goes on for another minute or two, and all my attention gets stuck on the way that black Shadow Security T-shirt stretches over his muscular back. There’s a sweat spot just between his shoulder blades.
Would he stop me if I buried my face in it?
Oh my god.
Omega instincts are ridiculous.
So embarrassing.
My nipples still tighten as I physically hold myself back from asking if I can have that T-shirt to hide under my pillow.
I want a nest, dammit.
Easton spins around, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the steps. “Now, Briar, let’s have a quick chat about what will happen if you try to run again. Or do anything quite as reckless as involving strangers in your escape plans.”
I was just trying to be nice and helpful, but also… “Let’s talk about what you plan to do to punish me…”
And that’s how I end up locked on Easton’s knot while he makes business phone calls.
Every time I wiggle my hips or make a move to tease my aching clit, my timer resets.
I’ve still got my dress on, and it falls around both of our thighs, but he tugged me right out of my jacket, leggings, and panties to make this little point.
“I told you I wasn’t above trapping you to me by any means necessary,” he says softly before pulling the phone back to his face.
My forehead falls against the table as my inner walls clench around his piercings. “You’re evil. Just as soon as your knot deflates, I’m going to find that knife you gave me and stab you in the testicle.”
“What the hell was that?” the man Easton has been talking to on the phone asks, laughing. He’s not on speakerphone, but it’s so quiet in the house that I’ve had no trouble making out both sides of the conversation.
“Shaw, I’m going to need you to hold on,” Easton says, dropping his phone on the table.
At least he clicked the mute button.
Is that a good sign?
I can’t tell.
Easton’s hand wraps around my throat from behind, and he pulls me up as he applies the perfect amount of pressure. The other snakes up my thigh and under my dress before he slaps my clit…hard.
I squeak.
“I know you weren’t actually trying to escape,” he murmurs very close to my ear. “That’s why this isn’t a full-on punishment, but the fact remains, you lied to me.”
“It wasn’t a lie. It was a fib.” I purposely clench my pussy, trying to entice him into doing the damn thing. He’s so hard, it’s almost incomprehensible that he can stand to just sit here with his knot locked inside me. “It’s like if I walked in on you watching porn, and I asked whatcha watching , and you were like nothing . It’s a fib.”
Easton’s warm breath fans over my throat as he chuckles. “If you ever walk in on me watching porn, feel free to check the screen. It’ll simply be me replaying the security feeds of us.”
There’s something wrong with my brain. His words make my insides light up, and my eyes fall shut as I imagine him watching the two of us on his computer screen with his thick cock in his hand.
A shiver runs through my body, and slick gushes from my core. I’m sure it’s even dripping around his knot at this point.
“Allow me to finish giving Shaw and his team the instructions they’re waiting on, and if you’re patient for another few minutes, once I disconnect, you may use me to make yourself come.” He gives my neck another tight squeeze and moves to grab his phone. His other hand brushes over my inner thigh, and it’s so hard to make myself nod my agreement when I’m on the edge of a pretty epic omega tantrum.
Easton takes back over the call and asks about the office and if the team arrived to start on the first floor.
I mostly tune him out as my nipples tighten. Just breathing in his scent and feeling him swollen inside me might send me over the edge if I’m not careful. Regulating my breathing, I fall back against his chest and enjoy his strong body under mine.
“Do not miss that flight,” Easton growls, making me jump. He pats my thigh in what I think is a silent apology for startling me. “I want eyes on the target within an hour of your boots on the ground. Do you understand?”
“Got it, boss. We’ll touch base once we’re in Boston,” Shaw says. “What are we supposed to do if the fucker stays holed up in his mansion?”
“Then you problem-solve a solution and make it happen,” Easton grinds out, tugging the phone away from his ear. He disconnects and drops the device on the table.
My heart thumps.
Boston?
Mansion?
Tell me he’s not about to attack my brother.
Titus is ruthless and more unpredictable than my father. Right now, he’s the most dangerous he’ll ever be because he has to prove that he can rule.
It’s a better plan for me to get a brand-new identity.
Maybe some plastic surgery.
Dye my hair blonde.
Anything to make me less recognizable.
My breath catches in my lungs.
Holy shit.
I’m starting to care deeply about what happens to Easton, Keir, and Calder.
My chest rises and falls rapidly, and my mind spins, trying to come up with ways to ask Easton to move on.
I’m not positive that’s why he’s sending a team to Boston, but in my gut, I can feel that I’m right. And if I push too hard to have him leave Titus alone, it will make Easton feel like I don’t trust him. Or it’ll activate that competitive side of him that needs to prove he’s the biggest threat.
“Don’t do that,” Easton says, moving his hand from my thigh to pinch my entire pussy. It makes him feel huge, and I groan. “I didn’t give you permission to worry. Stay here in the moment with me, love.” He works his other hand down the neck of my dress and cups my tit. “And maybe have a little more faith in your husband-to-be. You sought out my company because I’m the best.”
My entire body curves forward as he flicks his thumb against my nipple.
“I fucking love how responsive you are. And you’re not even in the middle of a wave of heat.” He bumps my neck to the side and licks over his bite. His scratchy fingers brush my folds as he zeros in on my clit and applies the exact pressure and pattern I like. “Grind that slick little cunt over me.”
I have to spread my legs even wider and stretch to reach the floor, but it’s so worth it. Easton’s knot pulses and thickens at my movements. I hadn’t even realized it was starting to deflate, but the slow drag just inside my opening builds my pleasure staggeringly fast.
I bite my lip to hold back the moan that threatens to escape.
Easton nips at his bondmark and says, “No need to be quiet. Those fools should know better than to sleep this late. Give them a proper wake-up call.” He pinches my clit, and I nod, no longer trying to keep quiet. “That’s good. Now louder. I fucking love the way you feel wrapped around my piercings.”
It doesn’t take much time for the water to turn on in the shower in the bedroom. I can’t hear it exactly, but the noise is evident as the water moves through the pipes.
My head flies up as Calder comes to a stop at our side. He shoves the table back and kneels between my spread thighs.
“I should have seen that coming,” Easton says, not sounding excited about the new addition.
I am, though.
A bright smile crosses my face.
Calder has his big black glasses on, and I almost wish he would wear them all the time. They’re adorable. He grins back and tugs up my dress, disappearing underneath it. That alone is ridiculously hot, but then his facial hair brushes my thigh, making me shiver.
God, I really love that feeling.
Easton pulls his hand free and relocates it to my mouth. “Here, taste yourself and suck on me.”
I smile around his fingers, because he really is awful at sharing, but Calder flicks his tongue over my clit. My head falls back against Easton’s chest and my feet move to rest in front of me on Calder’s thighs, instead of on the floor. It makes it easier to grind on Easton’s knot, and it doesn’t take long for me to turn into a begging, sobbing mess.
A wet sound fills the air every time I grind. My pleasure coils tight, and I tumble over the edge into a powerful orgasm.
Easton holds me in place while I thrash, whining out a plea for Calder to bite me, but it’s muffled by Easton’s fingers.
My hand flies to Calder’s head, and I tug my dress up and out of the way. I want to be able to look at him. Him on his knees, lapping at my clit, is so damn sexy.
My inner walls convulse, and it sends Easton over the edge. He growls, his pleasure filling the bond, and it either sends me into another orgasm or mine just keeps going. My toes dig into Calder’s thighs, and I tug on his hair, all while begging like an omega lost to the fog. Easton’s fingers are still in my mouth, so I have no idea if my words are coherent.
Calder pulls away from my clit, and the next thing I know, his canines are buried deep in the tender skin of my upper thigh. I’m still so blissed out that it’s a relief when Easton pulls his hand from my mouth.
The pain of Calder’s bite finally registers, and his scent gets heavy in my mind. There’s a split second when I know I could reject the connection, but I ignore that.
A rejected bond is agony for the alpha, and more than that, I want Calder. The omega side of my brain claimed him that night on the stairwell in Easton’s house.
It makes my insides light up as Calder slides into the bond. Luckily, Easton is still too busy with his orgasm to realize, but I can feel the exact second it registers to him.
Oh well, he knows how I feel about Calder and Keir. My grouchy psychopath of an alpha better get good at adapting.
Calder retracts his teeth and licks over his bite to clean and seal the wound before pulling back and smiling. His huge hands palm my thighs, and I grin back.
His hair sticks straight up, and his glasses are askew, but he’s still so freaking handsome it takes my breath away.