Chapter 22
Iggy
She dances on stage, and for the first time, we get to watch her totally uninhibited, her indecently attractive scent on full display, and with full knowledge of her as our scent-match; even behind the black feathered mask, she looks like she's dancing just for us.
Fuck the impasse.
Besides. She walked in here tonight, to my club, my territory. As far as I'm concerned, gloves are off.
Despite how busy the club is, we stand out in the crowd, drawing attention from everyone around us. It's no different from any other night except tonight, I don't want anyone's attention. I don't want to be bothered with mundane work shit or gossip from the neighborhood.
All I want is her.
Even though she knows we're watching her more intensely than ever, she dances unfazed and graceful as fuck.
I took that shit Jess said to heart, and now I get to watch this beautiful fucking angel move her body, dance, like my brothers and I are the only ones in the room. My alpha sits back, poised and ready to attack any fucker who attempts to touch what isn't theirs, but otherwise, he's content to let her shine. Because that's what she does.
I slip into the shadows, hidden by a set of velvet curtains. But she knows I'm here, watching, even if she can't see or scent me.
With every slow spin on the pole, she pauses briefly in my direction, as if to taunt me, tease me, punish me for letting her walk out that door last night.
Red and Cass boldly sit along the catwalk right there in the middle of all the customers.
I suspect, given the subtle clench of her thighs, her omega doesn't give a shit she's in public. She wants her mates, and goddamn, every time she saunters past them, she shakes her hips a little more, putting an extra dip in each roll of her hips. I laugh to myself as my brothers shift uncomfortably in their seats, ignoring the same move from half the men watching her.
I want her to make it filthy. I want to do something so explicit it would be illegal up there on stage in public, and when she lowers herself to the ground, splitting her legs open in a wide split, leaning forward toward Cass and Red, her pussy pressing against the floor, I swear to christ I can smell her slick from here.
My alpha energy chokes a vice grip around my cock, begging to caress, to own every inch of her. She falls into dance moves I've never seen her use on stage, way more erotic than her usual set. And then, fucking kill me now… her hands go behind her as she arches, throwing her head back, then her bra slips off… and my girl is fucking topless.
Cat calls and whistles pull me out of the fog, and I step closer, ready to take control and claim her right here, right now, fuck all these people, but Red bares his teeth and growls. I can feel the vibration from here, his intense alpha dominance casting a net through the club, claiming the omega on stage.
Her typically straight posture sways slightly, tits bouncing, but she pulls it together. With her muscular thigh wrapped around the pole, she dips down, swapping her strength into her arms while pulling herself up off the ground, then swinging her body around in a perfect fireman spin.
She makes a point to stay away from Red and Cass, no longer casting eyes in my direction, for the remainder of her set, but I can tell it took effort.
Right at the tail end of Imogen's last song, I catch Roxy in the employee hallway.
"Yo, is this Im's last set for the night?"
"Yeah, it's finally slowing down. I'll go on and dance till closing. Why, is she okay?"
"Yes. Room four is booked." Ducking down the hall, I ignore Roxy's echoing laughter.
Sure, we didn't so much leave things up in the air last night as we did come to a standstill, neither willing to budge. But if I take one more step without climbing on top of my omega, I might seriously lose my shit.
I quickly scan backroom four; with a private glassed-in stage, two long leather couches, and a couple of small tables and chairs, it's perfect for a private show. I hesitate for a minute about inviting my brothers, but they likely won't leave her side until some shit is resolved, so I send them a quick text. Then, I type a message on the tablet requesting Imogen's presence and to leave on the angel wings.
Someone else will probably read that message before she does, and that's not exactly the under-the-radar vibe she'd requested, but I'm hoping she'll forgive me.
Red and Cass show up first.
"What are we doing here, bro?" Red asks, like he doesn't already know the fucking answer.
Ignoring him, I type into the keypad and try to find a song more fitting for Imogen. She seems like she'd be into classy lounge music, old school stuff. Music filters through the speakers, slow at first; it's loungy, sultry, and gritty. A woman's raspy voice bellows out in expressive, dulcet tones about her long-lost love.
Then the door opens with a tentative knock, and I'm hit with her potent cherry scent. She looks nervous, biting her lower lip, eyes wide beneath the mask, wearing her wings, with her bra back on. Snatching her wrist, I pull her inside, and she squeaks in alarm. Slamming the door shut, I push her back against it, crowding her in.
I meant to give her a minute, we obviously have some shit we need to talk about, but her perfume blooms and it's heady, and talking's overrated anyway. Running my nose along her neck, behind her ear, I listen to the hitch in her breath, and that sweet cherry scent gets stronger. I know she's slick and soaked between her legs.
The song playing is soft, and I wish we had somewhere nicer to bring her. But I like this, too. It's gritty and raw. It's a declaration of how fucking desperate I am for her.
Imogen gulps, her lovely long neck on display, but she straightens her spine, stringing confidence fueled by desire. The potency of that slick dripping between her legs makes my teeth burn, but I've had more than one pep talk with my alpha over the last twenty-four hours, and I am not going to fuck this up. I will not bite her without her permission.
Tonight, I'm in control.
Imogen only swears when she unleashes herself, when she's lost to heat, to need for her mates, for pleasure. I think it's the only way she can take off that perfect cloak she wears, the one with the straight spine, sweet tongue, soft voice, and expensive clothes.
She's wrestling with that tight grip on her control, but her omega begs to let go. She needs an alpha to take over, to let her relax and feel safe. Maybe it's a wild guess, and I'm way off, but even the way she tried to let us down yesterday was so rigid, tethered in this need to hold herself together.
The more I watch her reactions as I breathe her in and tease her, crowding her in at the door, the more I suspect I'm right.
Her knees are weak. Lips painted red and parted, breaths ragged, heaving her chest, swelling her tits with every inhale. It's not even about the sex. It's because she's scared, and tired, and lost. Her scent, so subtle I almost missed it, is laced with insecurity and fear.
When I see how much she needs this, my urge to bite her fades away. I suspect it'll return in the morning, but my alpha's giving us a chance to earn her trust.
"You look beautiful with your wings, angel," I tell her, crossing my arms, tilting my head, giving her body a slow perusal after pulling her away from the door. "Did you do that on purpose? Dance on stage like that, spreading your legs so the room could see what's ours? Show everyone these beautiful tits?"
Imogen stands between us, trembling, legs pressing together. It's so subtle, like she's trying to hide her need. That won't do.
"I could smell your perfume from across the room. Very bad girl, letting other alphas scent your sweet cherry pussy."
Imogen whimpers, gaze darting between the three of us. Walking around her, I reach out, barely caressing her neck, and she shivers beneath my touch.
I can't help taking her in; her long legs and strong calves, highlighted by the six-inch high heels she so effortlessly walks around in like she was born to stand tall. Damn, her ass looks amazing in those black panties, round, firm, and creating a small dimple in her lower back.
My fingers itch to touch, so I do, and she pushes her ass toward me, her body moving on its own, seeking release.
I slide my hand around her waist, pulling her close, and let my fingers dip inside her panties. The wings press against my chest. I thought she was the Angel of Death when I first saw her, and maybe she was. The death of all the baggage I carried, thinking I couldn't control myself around someone like her. But I can and I will. I'm fucking determined to be someone she's proud to call her mate.
Yeah, she's too good for me, too sweet, too kind, too special. But she's mine. Maybe Cass was right, too. Imogen's the Angel of our Salvation. We'd have lived and died a dull existence had we never met her.
Whispering in her ear, she shivers against me. "Which is it, Imogen? Are you a bad girl?" She shakes her head quickly. "No? But you let all those alphas scent what's ours."
"I-I couldn't help it. I f-forgot my—" she swallows, like she can't think straight, can't form a coherent sentence. "Scent-blockers. I forgot my scent-blockers. It was an accident."
"Are you scared, Imogen? Are you scared of how we'll punish you?"
She shakes her head no. I trail my hand up her body, across her stomach, ghosting over her tits, chuckling when she arches her back, looking for more touch, but all I do is slip off her mask, untying it from beneath her long golden hair, and hand it to Red.
"She has no reason to be scared, brother," Cass says, sandwiching her between us; she quivers, her omega whimpering in need, her perfume so strong I can taste it. And fuck, I love cherries.
"But she's shaking like a leaf," I muse.
Imogen growls impatiently, clawing at Cass's chest, her long fingernails scratching at his t-shirt, down to his belt buckle, in frantic need, trying and failing to undo it. Getting frustrated, she drops to her knees.
Cass grips her wrists, keeping her away from his belt while I drop down behind her, tucking my arms beneath her shoulders and pulling her back up to a stand. Cass tuts, "Very bad girl. None of that."
She's practically in tears, but I hold her tight. This isn't just about sex. She needs help coming out of her shell, breaking free. And as much as I want to give in and let her omega have her way, fall apart in pleasure, Imogen, not her omega, needs more than that. She needs to let go of some of that control.
I clasp both her wrists in my hand and bring my forehead to hers. "You never get down on your knees, Imogen. You hear me? Never. If your knees are bruised, it's because I was down there with you, fucking you on all fours, so hard we nearly disappeared into the floor. If anything, we'll be the ones down at your feet, pleasuring you like the fucking goddess you are. We're your alphas. I don't give a fuck what reasons you have trying to keep us apart, how much space or time you need… At the end of the day, we are yours, and baby, I'm not going anywhere. I swear I'll be the best damn alpha an omega's ever had."
A little wrinkle forms between her brows, tears welling in her eyes.
"Now, are you ready to be a good girl? Because good girls get rewards."
She nods so fast and hard, whimpering, "Yes, Iggy. I'm ready."
That's what I needed to hear.
Red stands at Imogen's back, licking the side of her neck. "Fuck, Im, you taste so fucking good," he purrs.
Without breaking contact, he pulls her panties down, then unhooks her bra beneath the wings, letting the material fall away; her perfect pear-shaped tits bounce for us, all that golden skin with a light sheen of sweat and pert, round, dark pink nipples harden into peaks.
Red's hands creep up from behind, squeezing her tits, massaging and pinching, and she leans back against him, moaning.
Imogen is stunning, so damn beautiful it hurts. Naked, black wings extending behind her. My angel.
The harder Red pinches, the more she cries out and squirms. I wonder if she can come just from nipple stimulation. She came so many times during her heat, I can't remember, but I know she loves when we play with them. I'll find out soon enough.
Dropping to my knees, I push her legs further apart, and she stands a little wider, still wearing only her high heels and angel wings. Her upper thighs are shiny, coated in slick, leaking from her exposed pink pussy.
"Look down at your alpha, begging at your feet, angel," Cass whispers, biting her ear, playing with her tits, while Red supports her weight.
She tilts her head down, eyes half-mast, but I hold her gaze while I kneel at her feet, running my tongue over the length of her pussy, spreading her lips and tasting her slick. Cherry fucking pie, right there at the core, and I nearly come in my pants.
Red and Cass tease and pinch her nipples, kissing and caressing her skin, but her eyes are on me.
I don't break eye contact, pleasuring her pussy with my mouth and tongue, spearing her core. Imogen whimpers and begs for more, but I lick and suck her clit, fucking her pussy with the energy of a lazy Sunday morning, working her up into a frenzy until her knees shake.
"I need more, Iggy, please!"
I kiss her clit with a peck, "But Im, you taste so fucking good. I think I'll just keep doing this."
"No, Iggy, please! I need more," she begs, looking so needy, so desperate.
I bury my nose in her pussy and take a deep inhale, chuckling at her impatience. She gasps when I wrap my lips around her clit and hum, then spread her lips and blow air on her pussy. So. Much. Slick.
Coming to a slow stand, kissing along the way, when I reach her face, wrapping both hands behind her head, I kiss her hard on the lips so she can taste herself.
With her tongue in my mouth, I gently bite, then scrape my teeth over her chin, silently urging her to surrender. Despite her submissive nature, Imogen doesn't trust easily. I want her to give us control, I don't want to take it.
Reaching behind her, I tug at the straps of the wings, letting them fall to the floor. Keeping her eyes on me, with one hand gripping her chin, and my brothers holding her upright, I slip one finger inside her.
She mewls, eyes closing shut, but I grip her chin harder.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"NO!"
I chuckle, and she understands, making every effort to keep eye contact. Her lids flutter, but she tries like hell. To reward her, I pump one finger slowly, and she tries to move her hips to fuck it faster.
"I've heard omega pussy can stretch and contract almost inhumanly. We could stuff two cocks inside your pussy, and you'd love it. Is that true?"
"Ye—" She pauses before blindly shouting yes, without thinking about the question. I move my hand and pinch her clit in reward, and she cries out, but when I pull away, she knows I'm waiting for an answer. "I don't… I've never tried. But yes, it's true."
"Hmm. Good to know."
Adding another finger, I hook my wrist, two fingers stroking her g-spot while the heel of my palm slaps her clit, then I fuck her pussy like she's been begging for. So fast and hard she can't keep herself standing, nearly suspended while my brothers hold her arms. The sounds she makes, her cries of pleasure and the wet sounds of her slick echo louder than the music.
Red flicks at her sensitive nipples, and she's abandoned eye contact with me while Cass shoves his tongue down her throat. Her first orgasm rushes out of her in a scream while I pinch and slap her clit, stealing every drop of pleasure. She comes hard, in a messy shake, with so much slick, my hand is covered in it.
"You're such a good girl, Imogen." I kiss her when she comes down, and she smiles, and it's so fucking honest, I feel that shit in my gut.
Imogen wants praise, to know she's appreciated.
"We're not gonna stuff that pussy full of cocks tonight, but we will. "
Her eyes narrow in disappointment, making me laugh.
Caressing her throat, rubbing her cherry-flavored slick over her neck from my soaked fingers, Imogen swallows. "I think you can take three knots tonight, though. We need to make sure you feel us for days, so the next time you try to leave us, you're weighed down by our come in your belly, down your throat, deep in your pussy, painting all your walls. So every word you say, every breath you take, you fucking feel us, taste us. Is that what you want, angel?"
Imogen's eyes dilate, her omega whimpering. "Yes, fuck yes," she breathes. "I want to feel you for days. I'm not delicate. I'm not fragile." She's almost arguing, like she's worried we don't know what she needs.
"I know, Im. I know what you can take. You're such a good fucking girl." Her cheeks, already red and flushed, shine brighter and she preens at the praise. "Have you ever taken a knot in your throat?"
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head nervously. I look back at my brothers, who watch us with intense interest.
"Red, on the couch, yeah?" He nods, happy to let me continue dominating. I pick Imogen up, bridal style, and carry her over to Red after he kicks off the last of his clothes, Cass in the process of doing the same.
I set her down in Red's lap, her back to his chest, then strip down, pulling the handkerchief out of my pocket that I snagged from the office, folding it up like a blindfold.
I pull her shoulders forward while Red reaches between her legs, gathering her slick in his fingers, rubbing it between them. Pushing her torso forward, her hips lift, and they both moan when Red fits into her tight ass.
Pushing her back against Red's chest, I tug Red's legs so they're both right at the edge of the couch. Lining my cock up at her entrance, I grip her chin again, forcing her gaze to meet mine, and I get to watch the sweet fucking bliss in her eyes when I push in.
Her eyes widen when she feels the piercings, so I pull out slowly, letting her stare down at the Jacob's ladder piercings, a long row of barbels, and the two metal balls in my knot. She watches as it disappears slowly inside her body while I pull in and out slowly.
"You like it, Im?" I ask, voice hoarse.
She licks her lips without answering, so I grip her chin. "I asked you a question, angel."
"Yes," she gasps. "I like them a lot. I forgot…" she trails off, still staring, and we both watch while I push in and out, filling her to the hilt. She and Red both moan and this position, sitting upright, is fucking intense, pushing everything so close I can feel every small motion so deep inside her.
Cass climbs onto the couch, kneeling on the cushion, his erect cock in one hand. Imogen reaches out to grab it.
"Relax, baby, I got you," he caresses her cheek. Before he slips between her pretty red lips, I grab the blindfold I took from my pocket.
"Imogen, look at me."
Her blue eyes dart toward me, watery and impatient. "I'm going to put this on. And you're going to focus on feeling, okay? Just feeling. Just your breath. Inhale through your nose, then back out. That's it. If his knot is too much, I want you to pinch my nipple, okay? That's how you tell me you need to tap out." I bring her hand between our chests to my nipple and squeeze with her fingers. "Either one. You won't be able to talk." I want Cass down her throat because his scent is the most calming.
"You sure, Im?" Cass asks.
She's thinking through the logistics, but still nods.
"I need you to say the words, baby."
"Yes, I want to try it," She confirms, squeezing her pussy around my cock, and it's been hard enough sitting still; she doesn't make it easy. I don't think Red's faring much better, judging by the faint sheen of sweat over his skin.
Red pulls her hair away from her face, and I wrap the blindfold around her eyes. Red takes over and ties it at the back.
And then I grip her ass cheeks in Red's lap and rock forward. Cass starts fucking her mouth, slowly, setting a pace while I take control of her body, thrusting in quick bursts, gripping her ass to move her how I want her.
Red's head thumps against the couch, and I can feel the outline of his cock buried in her ass through the thin space separating us each time I thrust. Imogen and I do all the work for him, working her hips with mine, rocking and grinding. Red grips her breasts and squeezes her nipples, head thrown back in ecstasy while Cass reminds her to just breathe and feel.
She's not a rag doll or a receptacle for us to fuck. She's a part of us. The three of us find peace in what she's offering, her tight body, warm reception, eager participation. We offer her a release, a reminder that she can let go completely, and we're here to pick her up and carry her where she needs.
And right now, she needs this.
I lean closer, at an angle, so I can bury deeper inside her, and when she rediscovers my knot piercing and the way it hits her clit just right, she squeals and moans around Cass's cock, so I keep the pace, thrusting and snapping my hips to hit her clit, the momentum fucking her ass onto Red's dick.
"I'm close, baby," Cass pants, so I reach out to stroke Imogen's throat.
"When he knots you, I want you to come, okay? Relax, swallow him down, breathe through your nose. Breathe him in, baby. Just breathe and feel."
Cass's control slips, and he jerks his hips, but rather than backing off, Imogen grips his ass and pulls him forward. I watch her throat contract, and she swallows him down, jaw wide, cheeks hollow, then he tucks his knot inside, and they're locked together.
I watch her for any moment of panic, but she takes a deep inhale through her nose.
I piston faster, and Red's fingers slip between us, flicking Imogen's clit fast and hard, and she contracts around us both, and then she's coming.
Cass is grunting, legs shaking, coming down her lovely throat.
With muffled screams around Cass's cock, I rock back then slam forward, tucking my knot inside her, while Red tilts and lifts, filling and knotting her ass.
She's completely full.
Red reminds Imogen to breathe, but she's so lost in pleasure, still coming by the feel of her pussy contracting, so I rub her clit again, and she spasms like a vibrating toy. The feel of her come warms my cock, a new gush of fluid, but I don't relent, shooting seed into her, a burst of pleasure so intense I'm nearly seizing.
Red roars, and I can't stop coming, my hips still rocking in swift thumps, despite how locked in we are.
We stay like that, intense zaps of electric pleasure and heat, Imogen's whole body trembling while she moans and screams around Cass buried deep in her throat.
Cass's knot softens first, and the moment he releases, he leans down and rubs her jaw, kissing her lips, praising her for how good she did.
I release second, pulling out, a gush of fluid coming with me, coating Red beneath us. And when he pulls out, lifting her ass off his cock, he cradles her back in his arms, removing the blindfold.
She cries, slowly at first, then it becomes a sobbing cry, shoulders shaking. She's coming down. Reaching out for me, I kneel in front of the couch, leaning close, letting her wrap one arm around my neck, while Cass takes a seat beside Red, and she reaches out for him, too.
"You alright, Im?" Red asks, pulling strands of hair out of her face.
"I feel incredible. I don't know why I'm crying. I'm sorry."
"Never apologize. I know that was intense. We probably should have talked about it first instead of surprising you like that." Red glares at me, but I smirk.
"You're coming down, Im, that's why you're crying. We're here for you. Do you feel okay, though? Your body? Your throat?"
She sniffs, wiping more tears away. "Yeah. Yes. The blindfold… that was incredible. And when you told me to just breathe. It was like, all I could do was feel. I wasn't thinking at all."
Red smiles down at her in his lap as if she's parted the clouds. A moment later, a deep vibration emerges from his chest. Cass and I watch in awe while Red purrs for Imogen, and she cuddles deeper into his chest.
I lean forward and kiss her temple, then grab some supplies stocked in the corner of the room and begin cleaning her up. I get dressed first and duck down the hall, noticing the club is closed, only a couple of employees still wandering around. I grab Im's bag from the dressing room, bringing it back to room four, and we help her get dressed.
"Will you stay with us tonight? Just sleep," Cass assures her, and we all hold our breath before she nods and says, "I'd love to."
While we didn't resolve things, the bond between the four of us feels stronger. I hope it's a step in getting her to trust us.
When we get home and pamper her with snacks, and she cuddles on Cass's bed between the three of us, no one brings up her engagement or the future of our pack.