Chapter 4
Ryder
Hunter’s mouth brushed the side of Scotty’s neck again, slower this time, less accidental and more intentional, like he’d found a button and was curious how many times he could press it before she short-circuited.
A half-hearted sound escaped her lips as she pressed her hands against his chest, a token resistance that contradicted how she arched toward him, her neck exposed in silent invitation.
He grinned against her throat, completely unrepentant, and I hummed in satisfaction.
The Omega might be feisty, but her body was nowhere near as stubborn as the rest of her.
“You keep reacting like that,” Hunter murmured, dragging his nose slowly along the curve of her neck, breathing her in like she was something decadent.
Hunter murmured, his nose tracing the curve of her neck as he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent like a rare delicacy. “And I’m going to assume you like it.”
“I don’t,” she protested, but the words hung hollow in the air, contradicted by the sweet cherry scent of her arousal that saturated the limo’s interior.
I shifted closer, letting my thigh press along hers and my shoulder brush her arm, closing the space enough that she could feel the full weight of us caging her. Hunter’s scent had gone rich, and I let my coffee settle until she was surrounded by both of us.
But I’d never push past her boundaries, no matter how much I craved her.
Scotty wasn’t some temporary distraction—she was the endgame.
“Sweetheart,” I said quietly, my hand sliding up her arm and settling at her waist, firm but steady, “if any of this makes you uncomfortable, you say no and it stops. Immediately.”
She didn’t say it.
Hunter’s smile turned predatory as he shifted beneath her, a slow, calculated movement that settled her more deliberately against the hard ridge straining against his zipper.
The sudden contact pulled a gasp from her lips, her eyes widening with recognition.
Instead of retreating, her fingers twisted into his shirt, anchoring herself to him rather than creating distance.
Satisfaction rumbled deep in my throat. The gossip blogs could speculate all they wanted in their 3 a.m. clickbait frenzies, but Hunter and I didn’t make a habit of inviting other people into what we had.
And when we did blur the lines, it’s never been with an Omega.
It was too messy. Too complicated. Betas were easier.
No instincts to get tangled up in. They took the edge off, sure, but none of them had lingered longer than a night or two. Fun, uncomplicated, forgettable.
We didn’t want forgettable.
We wanted real.
We wanted an Omega to spoil, to steady us, to soften the sharpest parts without dulling us.
But not just any Omega would do.
It had to feel like this.
It had to feel like magic.
I just never expected her to come wrapped in five feet of fire and freckles and complications with a last name that could end our careers if we handled this wrong.
I wasn’t going to mention any of that to her, though.
“You’re overthinking this,” I told her softly. “You want us. We want you. That’s not complicated.”
A whimper escaped her lips, half-protest and half-plea, as if her body was betraying what little resistance her mind still clung to.
Hunter’s hand tightened on her hip at the noise, his eyes darkening as he looked at me over her shoulder, and something that had been coiling between us since Scotty crashed into our lives snapped.
He tilted his head, and I didn’t hesitate.
Leaning forward, I kissed the shit out of my Alpha.
We weren’t putting on a show for her, even if her wide eyes never left us. This was just us—raw, natural, the way we’d been for years. My hand came up to grip the back of his neck as his fingers tightened in Scotty’s hair, holding her in place while my mouth moved against his with unhurried rhythm.
Scotty sat between us, her body rigid yet trembling, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her wide eyes locked onto the sight of us kissing.
Yeah, Sweetheart. We fuck, and it’s as hot as you think it is.
Hunter’s mouth left mine with reluctance, and I angled my gaze toward Scotty. She stared back with dark, hungry eyes, her lips parted.
I smirked when I saw Hunter’s hand had completely disappeared beneath the waistband of Scotty’s leggings. The way she writhed against him, all desperate little movements and hitched breaths, had me wondering if he might lose control before she did.
I brushed my mouth along the line of her jaw, my voice dropping lower. “That’s it, Sweetheart. Let go. Let Hunter take care of your needy little cunt. Be a good girl and come for your Alphas.”
“You’re not my Alp—” she gasped between ragged breaths, but her objection dissolved into a moan as I captured her mouth with mine, swallowing the sound of her surrender while Hunter’s fingers coaxed her over the edge.
Her mouth was soft and warm and tasted faintly of cherries and rain, and when I felt her melt into it, just for a second, something possessive tightened in my chest. My hand found the curve of her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the fabric until it hardened beneath my touch.
I loved how they fit perfectly in my hand. Like they were made for me to enjoy.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and just as she was about to fall straight into a second orgasm, her phone buzzed in her bag, and she flinched like she’d been dunked in cold water. I reached for it automatically, glancing at the screen before handing it to her when I saw the name.
She almost looked relieved when she saw it was her dad calling, but then a look of panic crossed her features, and she started clawing at Hunter’s hand, which was still buried in her panties. “You need to behave,” she hissed when he didn’t budge.
Hunter’s grin turned feral. “Define behave?”
She shot him a look that promised violence and answered the call, clearing her throat quickly. “Hi, Dad,” she said, aiming for normal and landing nowhere close.
Hunter kept his hand exactly where it was and, if anything, his fingers moved with more purpose now, working deeper inside her while he rested his chin on her shoulder as he listened shamelessly.
“Where are you?” Coach Scott’s voice came faintly through the speaker.
“Almost there,” she managed through gritted teeth. “Traffic’s been horrible, and people forget how to drive when it’s raining.”
A laugh rumbled in my chest. She was one to talk, considering how we even met her in the first place.
Hunter pressed a soft kiss to the side of her throat, and she stiffened before forcing herself not to react.
When Hunter did something I couldn’t see that had her almost leaping from his lap, I plastered my hand over her mouth, muffling the scream I saw coming.
She was a shaking, needy mess and so fucking gorgeous.
“Okay, well, drive safe, and I’ll see you in a bit, Kid.
” I heard Coach say before hanging up. When the call ended, her body melted against Hunter’s chest, a shuddering breath escaping her lips as though she’d just narrowly avoided catastrophe.
Plucking the phone from her trembling fingers, I tossed it onto the seat beside us and returned my attention to the soft curves beneath her shirt.
“Is Hunter making you feel good, Omega?” My hands moved over the soft curves of her chest, teasing one peak between my fingers while my mouth closed over the other through the thin layers of cotton that separated us. “I wish you’d come home with us so I could watch what he’s doing to you.”
“I… can’t!” she cried out, coming undone for the third time. I let her whimpers and moans fill the space around us.
I watched as Hunter pulled his fingers from her leggings and groaned when I saw them glistening with her arousal. He popped them into his mouth and growled when he got his first taste of our Omega’s slick.
“Fuck, Little Scotty,” he moaned around his fingers before pulling them out with a loud pop. “You taste like heaven and all my dirtiest fantasies. Should I give Ryder a taste?”
He didn’t wait for her answer before pulling me into another heated kiss while Scotty sat between us, watching with wide, lustful eyes. I could taste her on Hunter’s tongue, sweet and addictive, while she watched us with those heavy-lidded eyes, her breath catching every few seconds.
I loved that my kissing Hunter affected her like this. That she enjoyed it. She was fucking perfect for us.
“She’s such a good girl for us, Hunt,” I groaned after one last taste of Hunter’s lips. “I can’t wait to bury my face between your thighs, Sweetheart.”
She looked ready to take me up on that, but the limo slowed, turning onto her father’s street, and awareness crashed back in.
“This was a mistake,” she whispered softly. She avoided my eyes, fumbling in her bag until she found a can of scent-blocker and practically bathed herself in it, cheeks flushed and breathing uneven.
“No, it fucking wasn’t,” I barked, a small amount of my Alpha command coming through. She needed to know this was real, but the car came to a stop, and she jumped out before I could form the words properly.
“Easy, Ry,” Hunter said, squeezing my shoulder. “We’ll figure this out.”
I really hoped he was right, but things were about to get a whole lot messier.