Chapter Seventeen #2
I whimper beneath him, pleasure-pain tearing through me, hips lifting to meet every savage stroke. When he finally bites down, marking me visibly on my throat, I shatter around him, climaxing violently as his knot locks us firmly together.
I'm sprawled, exhausted, yet satisfied across the tangled sheets of my nest. Romano carefully feeds me bites of ripe mango while Jace holds a cup of cool water to my lips.
Voss lounges nearby, watching with protective satisfaction.
Kingston gently massages lotion into my calves, easing the lingering soreness.
“Any more, and you’ll break me,” I teased softly.
Romano chuckles, leaning in to kiss my temple. “We’d never let you break, little love. But we'll always push you to your limits.”
Hands everywhere, mouths exploring my body, I'm overwhelmed and consumed by sensation. Romano kisses me deeply, Jace teasingly sucks my nipples, Kingston slides carefully into my ass while Voss plunges inside my dripping pussy.
"Such a greedy omega," Kingston murmurs, voice thick with approval, gripping my hips firmly as he moves steadily. Voss fucks me harder, growling possessively, holding my gaze as he fills me again and again.
Romano and Jace whisper dirty encouragements, touching and tasting until my body writhes uncontrollably between them. I'm theirs completely, blissfully lost as they fill me, knot me, mark me, again and again, until pleasure and exhaustion blend into one.
Fallon
Probable still May
Time unknown
I wake slowly, cocooned by warmth and limbs tangled around me.
Kingston’s heavy armrests possessively over my waist and Romano’s head is nestled against my shoulder, breathing evenly.
Jace is sprawled behind me, his chest pressed firmly to my back, one large hand resting on my hip.
Voss’s legs tangle with mine, his arm stretching across Jace to touch me as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish.
A sense of calm washes over me. My heat is finally broken, my mind blissfully clear, even though my body aches in places I didn’t know existed.
I grimace, feeling sticky, sweaty, and covered in a mixture of our fluids.
As comforting as their presence is, the desperate need for cleanliness outweighs the urge to stay cuddled in this comforting knot.
Carefully, I peel myself free from the tangled heap of alphas. Romano grumbles softly, his hand reaching out instinctively to grab at me, but settles once I brush my fingertips across his cheek. I slip quietly into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and releasing a long, relieved breath.
Stepping into the shower feels like pure heaven. Hot water cascades over me, soothing aching muscles and washing away sweat and slick and dried cum. I lean against the tile, eyes closed, letting the heat seep into my bones, enjoying the brief solitude.
The sound of the bathroom door opening startles me, cool air briefly slipping into the steam-filled room. I smile softly when Voss joins me, stepping into the spacious shower behind me, his hands resting gently on my hips.
“Just so we’re clear,” I say tiredly, leaning back against his solid chest, “my vagina is officially out of service for the next few days.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating warmly against my skin. “Understood, Princess. I’m here purely to take care of you.”
True to his word, he takes the shampoo bottle from my hand, helping to gently lather my long hair.
The slide of his fingertips massaging my scalp makes me sigh softly in appreciation.
He asks me about The House of Creed. and what started it.
I tell him the story behind it. Growing up, wanting to be a princess, pretending to marry my stuffed animals.
“For me, it was always about the dress.” I murmur to him.
Voss carefully rinses out the conditioner as I stand lazily beneath the spray, relaxed and thoroughly pampered. He grabs a washcloth, gently scrubbing my body until every inch of me feels refreshed and new again.
After quickly washing himself, he steps out first, wrapping a towel around his hips.
Reaching back inside, he gathers me into another plush towel, carefully drying me off with gentle strokes before helping me slip into my fluffy emerald-green robe.
He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, tenderness softening his usually fierce features.
“All done,” he murmurs. “Feeling better?”
I nod, smiling sleepily. “Much.”
Romano appears in the doorway, eyes soft, offering a gentle smile as he holds out a hand to me.
Voss squeezes my hip gently and steps aside, giving Romano room to sweep me into the bedroom.
I sit obediently on the padded vanity stool, and Romano combs through my wet hair with a practiced, gentle hand.
He dries my hair with a blow dryer, carefully detangling and smoothing each strand until it falls soft and silky around my shoulders.
“You’re good at this,” I murmur, relaxed, almost drifting off again.
Romano chuckles warmly. “Anything for you, little love.”
When he’s finished, he guides me gently downstairs, his hand warm and steady against my lower back.
Kingston waits patiently on the plush leather couch, his hair damp.
even exhausted, I can appreciate how gorgeous he is in nothing but a pair of sweets.
Romano nudges me down beside him, and Kingston instantly draws my legs into his lap, his touch careful, possessive, and soothing.
He picks up a basket full of oils and lotions from the coffee table, warming the lotion in his hands before gently working it into my aching calves and thighs, kneading away lingering tension from my muscles. His touch is firm but tender, sending shivers of relaxation through my limbs.
“Feel good?” Kingston asks, voice deep, eyes filled with gentle affection.
“So good,” I sigh contentedly, letting my head fall back against the cushions.
Before I can drift off entirely, Jace strides into the living room, his powerful presence commanding attention.
He gently scoops me up, laughing softly at my startled squeak, and carries me into the kitchen.
Setting me carefully onto a stool, he slides a towering plate of fluffy pancakes drizzled in syrup and topped with fresh strawberries in front of me.
My stomach rumbles in appreciation as my eyes widen with delight. “You guys spoil me way too much.”
Romano leans against the doorway, smiling warmly. “Impossible.”
“You deserve every second of it,” Voss adds, settling onto the stool beside me. His expression is softer than I’ve ever seen, love shining clear in his dark eyes.
Kingston and Jace exchange amused smiles, both watching me with indulgent affection. Kingston’s fingers brush gently through my now-dry hair. “Get used to it, little one. Spoiling you is our new favorite hobby.”
Despite my blush, I grin brightly at all four of them, warmth spreading through my chest. “Fine, I suppose I’ll allow it—but only because I love you all.”
The beaming smiles they give me in response make my heart ache with love.
“Good,” Kingston says firmly, eyes filled with devotion. “Because we love you, too. Always.”
Romano
May 15th
4:26 P.M
“Holy shit—holy fucking shit! Guys, get your asses up here! Now!” My voice is loud enough to echo off my tech room's sleek, metal-and-glass walls.
Immediately, a rush of heavy footsteps pounds up the stairs, sounding like an entire stampede headed my way.
The door swings open violently as my packmates burst in—Kingston leading, fierce and alert; Jace tense with controlled readiness; Voss prowls like a predator, his dark eyes already blazing with intensity.
Fallon stumbles in last, her blue eyes wide, her cheeks flushed from sprinting after them.
Her silky blue hair cascades around her shoulders, tousled from running.
“Either you guys need shorter legs, or I desperately need better stamina,” she pants, leaning heavily against the doorframe. “Holy fuck, I’m dying.”
I laugh at her exaggerated dramatics, loving how even now, amidst chaos, she always makes me smile. But my expression quickly sobers as I spin back to the multiple glowing monitors and intricate tracking systems before me.
“I finally found out what they’re doing with the missing omegas.” My voice turns sharp, rage simmering just beneath the surface. The silence that settles over the room feels charged, almost electric, as everyone shifts forward, alert and tense.
Kingston steps closer, placing a firm hand on Fallon’s lower back, grounding her as he braces for whatever I’m about to reveal.
Jace folds his arms, jaw ticking, clearly sensing it won’t be good.
Voss’s eyes narrow dangerously, fists clenching and unclenching rhythmically, already prepared for violence.
“I had some searches programmed to tag any mentions of our trigger words: missing omegas, kidnapping, trafficking,” I explain rapidly, fingers flying over my keyboard as the information flashes vividly on the screen.
“I found multiple references to auctions happening in discreet locations. They’re auctioning off omegas like merchandise. ”
The reaction is instant. Fallon’s voice cracks through the room, sharp and powerful.
“Auctions?” She practically spits the word, anger making her voice tremble with fury.
Her petite frame radiates such strength and rage it sends chills down my spine.
“They’re auctioning off omegas like fucking animals? ”
“Yes, Little Love,” I say gently, my voice softening instinctively. “And there’s more.” Her eyes meet mine, fierce yet vulnerable. “I found Marline. She’s been hiding in plain sight, right under our noses.”
Fallon’s expression transforms instantly—her eyes darkening, the sapphire turning to ice, a cruel smile pulling at her lips.
It’s so beautifully deadly I instantly go rock hard, my cock painfully pressing against the zipper of my jeans.
Before I realize it, I’m reaching for her, pulling her flush against my chest, crushing my lips to hers in a bruising, possessive kiss.
She moans softly, nails digging into my shoulders as she kisses me back hungrily.
When we finally break apart, both breathless and panting, her gaze sweeps across all of us, her voice dropping low and lethal. “The next time we fuck, we’ll be covered in that bitch’s blood.”
Her words slice through the tension, sharp and deliciously violent. Without another word, Fallon strides confidently from the room, head held high, shoulders squared like the queen she is.
The door clicks shut behind her, and we’re left standing in stunned silence. Voss growls deeply, visibly aroused and adjusting himself in his too-tight black jeans, eyes wild. “Fuck, that’s our Queen,” he snarls appreciatively.
Kingston huffs a dark laugh, shaking his head as he reaches for his jacket, slipping effortlessly back into his role as leader. “Romano, send us Marline’s location. Now.”
I nod sharply, typing the information swiftly, knowing exactly what fate awaits her at the hands of my brothers. I don’t envy her. Jace claps me on the shoulder, giving me a firm squeeze. “Good work, brother.”
They head out, already shifting into the deadly, efficient hunters they are, the door slamming firmly behind them. Alone now, I glance down, rubbing my hand over my erection through my jeans, smirking ruefully.
Damn right she’s our Queen. And I wouldn’t have her any other way.