Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Violet
“Please,” I whimper, the word falling from my lips before I can stop it. The need is consuming, scorching through my veins and leaving me shaking.
“You’re such a good girl,” Jex murmurs, his hands sliding up my back, his mouth brushing over mine as he speaks. “Letting us touch you like this. Letting us take you apart.”
“Want us to make you feel good, Violet?” Dare asks, his fingers pressing deeper, stretching me in ways that make my head spin.
“Yes,” I choke out, my breath catching as the pleasure twists higher, a coiling, unrelenting heat. “Please. I want all of you. I need you.”
My words seem to break something in them. Jex’s hands tremble against my skin, Dare’s fingers falter for a fraction of a second, and Fox’s breathing turns ragged against my neck.
“Then you’re going to get us,” Fox growls. “Every. Damn. Inch.”
I cling to Jex’s shoulders, my nails digging into his thick muscles as Dare’s fingers press deeper. The stretch stings, but it’s the kind of ache that turns my body into a live wire. “God, she’s so fucking tight,” Dare groans.
Dare’s fingers leave me suddenly, and I whimper at the loss, my hips twitching forward against Jex. But the sound of fabric rustling tells me exactly what’s happening.
When Dare settles back against the bed, his broad shoulders framed by the ropes of my hanging mattress, his gray sweats are gone. His cock is hard, thick, and waiting. And the way he looks at me—like I’m the sweetest, most tempting thing he’s ever seen—makes my mouth water.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Dare says, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “I want to feel that perfect little mouth of yours.”
My cheeks burn, but my body reacts before my mind can catch up. I shift on the bed, moving until I’m kneeling between Dare’s legs, my hands braced on his powerful thighs. His skin is hot beneath my palms, muscles flexing under my touch.
The need in his gaze only makes me bolder. I lower my mouth to him, my tongue sliding over his length, tasting him, learning what makes him groan and shudder. His fingers tangle in my hair, not pushing, just holding me there like he can’t stand the thought of me pulling away.
“That’s it, Violet,” Dare groans, his voice fraying at the edges. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Just like that.”
I take him deeper, the sound of his ragged breathing sending fresh waves of arousal flooding through me. I can feel the heat of Jex and Fox behind me, their eyes on me, the tension in the air thickening with every second.
But then Jex’s hands are on me again, his rough palms gliding over my ass, kneading the flesh like he’s been starving for the chance to touch me. His fingers slip between my thighs, spreading me open, and a whimper escapes my throat around Dare’s cock.
“So fucking wet,” Jex growls, his tone laced with approval and hunger. “All this from just our touch? You’ve been waiting for us, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my lips sliding off Dare’s length as the word trembles out of me.
“Good girl,” Fox purrs, his voice as smooth and lethal as ever. “You’re so damn greedy, Violet. And I love it.”
Jex’s hands slide over my shoulders, down my back, before curling around my waist. His cock presses against me from behind, his breath hot against my neck. I’m not even sure when he got fully naked.
Jex’s fingers sliding between my folds, gathering the wetness that’s been steadily building. But he doesn’t waste any time. His cock presses against my entrance, the stretch of him slipping inside me, filling me with a slow, steady push makes me moan.
“God, Violet,” Jex groans as he sinks into me, his voice strained. “You feel so fucking good. So damn tight and perfect.”
I moan around Dare’s length, my body adjusting to the feeling of Jex buried inside me, his hips rocking in a slow, maddening rhythm. He’s keeping his movements controlled, his fingers rubbing soothing circles over my hips, grounding me even as he drives me wild.
Dare pushes slowly down my throat, making me gag before I relax, letting him in.
He starts to trust, shallowly groaning. I love the feel of him down my throat.
Fox is suddenly there on my other side his cock hard and leaking precum.
I pop off Dare and lean over to lick him before sucking him into my mouth.
Jex’s thrusts get more violent, pushing Fox down my throat.
I cry out the best I can around his length as Jex seemingly fucks me down on Fox.
The orgasm that was building crashes over me.
Fox curses cumming down my throat. I drink him down before moving back to Dare.
The look on his face is pure need. I lick up his length, taking it all the way down my throat.
“God Vi.” Dare groans holding a fist full of my hair while he fucks my mouth roughly.
I can feel Jex’s swollen knot hitting my slick-coated entrance, it feels like he is getting impossibly thicker as his thrusts stutter off rhythm.
Growling loudly, he thrust forward, pushing his knot inside me.
I swear I go blind as another longer orgasm hits me.
I can feel him painting my insides. I cry out, causing Dare to lose it and spill himself down my throat.
We collapse in a tangled, breathless heap, bodies pressed together as though the world might tear us apart if we dared to let go.
Jex’s arms wrap around me like he’s afraid I might disappear, his chest rising and falling heavily beneath my cheek.
His warmth seeps into me, soothing the parts of me left trembling and raw.
I’m not sure how long we lie there, just breathing each other in.
The air is thick with the scent of us, of heat and passion and something that feels suspiciously like home.
Jex’s knot is still holding us together, our bodies locked in a gentle rhythm of closeness, and neither of us seems eager to break.
My fingers trace lazy patterns along his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat begin to slow. His hand comes up to cover mine, his touch gentle and reassuring, and for a moment, I feel weightless. Safe.
“That was... more than I ever expected,” Jex murmurs, his voice rough and quiet, his lips brushing the top of my head.
“More than I could’ve ever hoped for,” I admit, my words a shaky confession. It’s still new between us, this thing that feels so much bigger than either of us knows how to handle. But right now, tangled together like this, it feels like maybe we don’t need to have all the answers.
Jex’s hold tightens, his body pressing closer to mine as if he can’t bear the thought of even the slightest distance between us. “I never thought...” His words trail off, a vulnerability in his tone that I haven’t heard before. “I never thought I’d get to have something like this. Like you.”
“None of us did.” Dare places a light kiss to my collar bone. He curls around my front. Fox crawls up and lies down with his head on my thigh. This is something I love. Cuddling after sex makes my omega very happy. A soft purr escapes me. My chest is vibrating. The room seems to freeze.
“I didn’t know omegas could purr.” Fox murmurs.
I laugh softly, the sound cutting off. “Neither did I.” It's quiet for a while as we relax. A thought comes to me, I should have asked before. “How did you guys find us?”
Dare chuckles. “Romano. You’d have to ask him for the technical whatever. Basically, he caught the vehicle they used on security cameras around the house and did some mojo thing to track it through traffic cameras.”
I laugh softly. “Sounds complicated.”
Fox
May 28th
6:02 P.M
The movie flickers on the screen, and the volume is turned down low, just enough to fill the silence with background noise. I’m not really watching. I don’t think she is either.
Violet’s stretched out on top of me, her head tucked under my chin, one of her thighs hooked over mine like she’s staked her claim.
She smells like lemon frosting and clean skin, like comfort and home, and I swear if I could bottle this moment, I’d carry it in my pocket for the rest of my damn life.
She’s in one of my t-shirts—oversized and practically swallowing her—and a pair of those tiny shorts that drive me crazy every time she shifts. My fingers trail lazily up and down her spine, over the cotton and warm skin, keeping us both grounded.
I could stay like this forever. Just her. Just peace.
Her fingers play absently with the chain around my neck, and then, soft as anything, she asks, “Fox… will you tell me about your life? Before all this?”
I stiffen for half a second. It’s not her fault. No one really asks me that—not because they don’t care, but because most people figure the past is better left buried.
But Violet isn’t most people.
I exhale slowly, fingers drifting down her back as I answer. “My parents were… the kind of people even the worst criminals wouldn’t piss on if they were on fire. Addicts. Liars. Thieves. They sold information to the highest bidder, no matter who it hurt. No lines. No loyalty. Just survival.”
I feel her hand pause, resting over my ribs, like she’s bracing for what comes next.
“I called CPS on myself when I was fifteen. I knew if I didn’t, I’d end up exactly like them. Or worse.”
She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t interrupt, but I feel her shift closer, like she’s trying to ease the chill that settles under my skin when I talk about it.
“Foster care wasn’t much better,” I admit. “Bounced around a couple of homes, but eventually landed in this group place. Violent. Loud. Miserable.”
There’s a pause, and then the smallest smile tugs at my lips. “That’s where I met Kingston, Jace, Romano, and Voss. They weren’t a pack then—just a bunch of older, angrier assholes trying not to fall apart. We weren’t friends at first. Hell, Voss punched me the second day I was there.”
I chuckle quietly, and so does she.