Chapter 9
Grey
I thought I could handle this. The moment I walked into Tex’s bedroom, it became clear I could not.
All that talk in the pub about being clear about what you need and what your limits were.
As I drew closer, heard Nadia’s moans, I knew now that was for me, not her.
Not just because the wolf and I watched Tex crush her in his arms like he had a right to, then Ethan tapped in, as if the two of the them were dancing and he wanted a turn.
My fingers raked through my hair and then I was forced to look up, seeing hard claws had formed on the ends.
Pull back, I ordered the wolf. Let me handle this.
Only if you swear to make her ours.
Fangs sank into my bottom lip as I shook my head, but while I fought a damn war with myself, the three of them got to work. When I blinked, the red haze of lust, need, faded and then I saw her.
Ethan was either a genius or put on this earth to torture me, because there she was.
Flushed face, looking both excited and nervous at the same time, she moved into position on the chair.
Her skin glowed like pale gold and her fucking body…
My eyes raked over her form, cataloguing every damn curve and storing the memories for later.
Her breasts were thrust upwards as she sat back, and that had me taking a step closer.
She’d said something about touching her breasts, but all conscious thought was lost. One leg was slung over the arm of the chair, then another, and just like Ethan said, she was spread open and on display for all of us.
“Oh, this looks a little swollen,” Ethan said with a grin, placing a hand on her inner thigh. “We need to do something to ease that.”
“I will.”
I very rarely fused with my wolf. It felt like every damn day was a fight to see who’d come out on top.
He wanted to wrench open the door of the person who cut us off in traffic and tear out their throat.
His jaws ached to snap around the throat of suppliers who tried to overcharge us.
His solution to everything was violence, blood, but for once, he and I were of the same mind.
Please the omega.
But I don’t know how, I thought as I fell to my knees before her.
Nadia’s eyes widened as she looked down the line of her body, then she let out a little sigh as my thumbs pressed into the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
She was pink, swollen, and leaking slick, but it was one tiny drop that held my attention.
The wolf was a weight on the back of my neck, pushing me forward, but he didn’t need to press.
There was nothing I wanted more than Nadia’s taste on my tongue.
All thoughts, all meaning, went out of my head the moment I pressed forward.
Salty and sweet, that’s what I registered. My tongue rolled the taste of her around in mouth but a breathy little moan had me glancing up. Nadia’s eyes had fallen closed but her hips moved, obviously wanting more. Then that’s what she’d get.
My cock felt like it was trying to punch its way free of my pants, but I couldn’t pay it attention.
Another lick, then another, before I grew bolder.
Some stupid part of me was sure I’d hurt her, but then her hand landed on the back of my head.
That little rumple of my hair, right before she pressed my face deeper was all I fucking needed.
Press the broad flat of your tongue along her whole seam, I told myself, right before doing just that.
To get maximum sensation. Test her clit…
Her grip on my head tightened. Yeah, she was ready for more.
Some part of me thought I’d struggle to find it, if social media was anything to go by.
How the fuck could you miss this? My tongue and that little button of nerves were about to become a whole lot better acquainted.
When I ran in wolf form, it felt a little like this. The wild side and my conscious self, racing together in perfect unison, but rather than paws hitting the ground, my tongue flickered.
“Goddess… Grey!”
A quick glance upwards and I saw that the others were doing their damnedest to fulfil Nadia’s brief.
Tex’s claws dimpled her breast as he sucked one nipple hard and Ethan’s mouth was buried in her neck as his fingers tortured the other nipple.
I wanted to growl, did so with a mouth full of her and those vibrations had her cries becoming louder.
Her fingers dug into my scalp, wanting more.
There was no way to fulfil that, not until Ethan pulled away and I could see Nadia’s neck was unmarked.
Just one silver eyed glance at me and then his lips trailed down her chest, which freed me to finish the job I started.
Pulling away, I panted, fingers moving to part her folds and stare at the same pink flesh that had haunted my dreams. I’d opened her up, exposed her coldly to Tex’s stare but all clinical calm was gone. Just a desperation that had me tracing her opening with my fingertips.
But the wolf was too damn close to the surface.
Stretch her open. He was like a devil on my shoulder, delivering diabolical instructions in a throaty purr. You don’t want it to hurt when you knot her.
Not going to knot her! I snapped back.
She’ll fight you until the end. That’s what omegas do. She’ll claim she can’t take you. My knot was swollen to the point of pain, but that steady ache helped anchor me. But she will, and when it pops in, right as she’s reaching her peak—
No.
We’ll bite down on her shoulder.
No. No. She didn’t agree to that.
And then she’ll be ours.
Pushing my fingers inside her, curling them to find that sensitive spot all omegas had, that was what was important, but as I did, I felt a slight shift. My claws, they were raking across her most sensitive flesh!
I know what she needs, the dark voice said.
Nadia’s scream sent an icy cold splash of fear washing through me, but right as I went to pull away, her hand shot out, forcing her to pull free of the others as her fingers wrapped around my wrist.
“Oh… Grey, no.” Gods, I’d hurt her. I’d fucking hurt her. “More.”
“More…?” The wolf spoke through me, a distinct note of self-congratulation there. “Whatever you need, omega.”
His head and mine bent down to finish the job.
His tongue, longer and more mobile than mine, flickered.
Her hips bucked, twisted in response to each caress, but she could not toss us free.
Inside and out, we worked her higher and higher, her screams making clear what was happening.
No words now, just a ragged hymn of bliss, right up until her whole body went rigid.
Her cunt clamped down on my fingers tight, so very tight, pressing my claws hard into that spot, before they released and began to spasm.
Wave after wave of pleasure racked her and as my tongue worked, I tried like hell to keep them coming.
But finally she went limp. Her grip fell away and then she collapsed back onto the chair.
Now, the wolf commanded, and my fingers moved to my zip. She’s soft, wet, and ready to take us. Now, Grey.
“I need…” Ethan and Tex stared at my shaking hands, the gleam of her slick coating them. “I’ve gotta go.”
“Please…” Nadia was asking for me, but I turned and headed for the door. “I need…”
“It’s OK.” Ethan’s tone was placating and tense all at the same time. “We can… Shit. OK, like that then. Fuck, omega…”
I turned around, peering past the doorframe with only one eye, but that was enough to see Nadia had wrestled his pants down to expose his cock. She was on his lap, moving slowly, experimentally, then sinking down with a sigh. Her hands slapped down on the arms of the chair as she began to move.
“Fuck, you’re taking me,” Ethan gasped. “If you could see… Oh fuck!”
“You gonna let him knot that pretty little pussy?” Tex blocked my view, coming to stand before her, but when he went to work her clit, she made clear she had other ideas. “Nadia, babe, you don’t need… Fuck, yes you do.”
His hand cradled her head as she began to move, caught between the two of them. The lewd sounds of them fucking, her sucking Tex’s dick, had me turning and heading down the hall.
She doesn’t need us, I told the wolf. We did what we needed to.
When I shoved open the bathroom door and came to stand in front of the mirror, the wolf stared back at me.
But we need her. She’s the only one in the world for us.
She doesn’t need a man who can barely control his fucking wolf, I shot back. She doesn’t want…
I started to pace then my eyes fell closed, because memories far less pleasant ones, rose to replace what had just happened. Blood, pain, disgust, and there was me at the centre of it all. With a shaking breath, I opened my eyes, somehow relieved and disappointed to see they were blue again.
Which just left one more thing to deal with.
Flipping the toilet seat up, I ripped my zipper down and fished out my cock.
It was so damn hard it hurt, so I let out a little hiss when I wrapped my palm around my knot.
A squeeze, then another, was all it took.
Because as I heard the far-off sounds of Nadia’s moans, it wasn’t hard to imagine myself in Ethan’s place.
“Nadia…” I hissed as I erupted in a series of long, agonisingly pleasurable pulses, but it wasn’t the fucking toilet I wanted my cum splashing into. To feel the omega riding me, her hair in my face, her scent in my nose… The last of my cum spurted free, just leaving me empty and shaking.
As I washed my hands, I could feel the shame wanting to rise to paralyse me, but what wasn’t discussed was aftercare.
Could I trust Tex and Ethan to take care of her after everyone came?
Well, that didn’t exactly work out last time.
Pushing those shitty feelings aside, I walked down into the kitchen, locating water bottles, some snacks, and a warm blanket before heading back to the room.
I’m not sure what I expected to see. Not this, obviously.
The three of them were now snuggled down under the covers on Tex’s bed.
Had they cleaned her up? Offered her some water or asked if there was anything else she needed? I didn’t get a chance to. She sighed, eyes closed, nestling into Tex’s chest. He stared down at her like she was the only woman in the world.
And to him, she was.
Nadia was his mate and that meant I needed to get the fuck out of this house.
We’d formed a fragile kind of friendship when we were all kids at the outreach program for young alphas at Crowe Corp.
Ethan and Tex were already friends by the time I arrived.
When I walked in, packs of teenage boys sized me up, something I was all too familiar with.
They were the only ones who seemed inclined to accept me as Ethan waved me over to join them in a co-op game they were playing.
The controller he tossed me felt like a lifeline and I’d held it tight, sinking down on a nearby couch.
Pretending to be the character I was playing on the screen was a relief of sorts.
And that’s how they became my pack.
We weren’t related by blood like most alphas, but that didn’t stop the bond forming. I made sure Tex kept his cool and stopped Ethan from making stupid decisions. I ran the business, made sure we got enough money together to buy this house and kept up the payments. I would do anything for my pack.
Including changing into a pair of shorts and slipping out the back door. Running, really running, to burn up all the adrenaline in my body, until the wolf was beaten back and I was left in control. Miles away from the house, I jogged on the spot and then fought to catch my breath.
I’d do anything for my pack, including steering well clear of my fated mate.