Chapter Eleven
Odette
Holy fuck.
HOLY. FUCK.
My mates are so fucking sexy. I listen to Haze begging me to let him touch me more as I come down. I turn to see his pupils dilated, his face pleading. It's a heady feeling.
“This is mine.”
Salem, his body, his hunger, the thick weight of him in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, he was mine. The way he groaned when I touched him told me everything I needed to know. I owned this moment, and he was more than willing to give himself over to it.
“You’re going to fuck me now, Salem,” I said, my voice husky with arousal, my thumb gliding slowly across the head of his cock just to watch him twitch in my grip.
I rolled him until I straddled his hips. I give him a slightly feral grin as I guide him with one steady hand. My whole body thrummed with need, and when I lowered myself, pushing him inside me, slow, steady, thick and unrelenting, it was everything.
I moaned, my head tipping back for a moment, the stretch of him making my breath catch. But I wanted to watch him fall apart. I forced my gaze back to his, kept my eyes open so he’d see exactly what he was doing to me.
“Gods, you feel good,” I breathed.
I began to move, hips rolling with practiced control. Deep. Unhurried. He pushed up into me like he had all the time in the world to make me come undone. My body clung to him, greedy, hungry, already tightening in response.
I pulled him closer, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and kissed him like I wanted to devour him, biting, gasping, licking into his mouth until we were both dizzy.
Beside us, Haze was still there. Sweet, obedient Haze. He looked utterly wrecked. His flushed face, glazed eyes, and mouth were just slightly open, as if he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to be here.
“Please,” he whispered, voice hoarse and desperate. “Let me…please, my sun..”
I turned to him with a slow smile, half-possessive, half-merciful.
“You want to fuck me too, don’t you?” I asked, voice like silk laced with steel. I could feel Salem moving inside me, hard and steady, but my mind had room for both of them.
Haze nodded frantically, eyes wide. “Yes. Gods, yes. Please.”
“Then take my ass,” I said. “But don’t you dare come in me until I say. Understand?”
“Yes, my sun,” he gasped. His voice was thick with devotion. I watched his shoulders sag in relief, like the permission itself had already brought him halfway to climax. He ripped his clothes off in a flurry of movements while I lay across Salem's chest as he thrust lazily up into me.
Hazr moved behind me, careful and shaking slightly.
His warmth across my back as he gently kisses my neck.
Salem pulled out, lifting me just enough that Haze could coat himself in my slick before Salem slipped back inside me, making me moan.
I reached back and took his hand, guiding his fingers between my legs, letting him feel how wet I was.
He uses his fingers to push my slick up, circling the ring of muscle there.
He presses three fingers inside of me right off.
The feeling is exquisite. Sometimes being an omega and not needing prep time is awesome.
He removes his fingers replacing it with the head of his cock.
He pushes inside, setting me off. Salem growls as I clench down on him.
Both of their knots were already swelling.
My breath hitched, but I didn’t lose rhythm.
I rolled my hips, demanding they follow my pace. I was the one in control. Always.
The sensation of being filled from both sides, Salem deep in my pussy, Haze thrusting in and out of my ass was dizzying. My body stretched and trembled around them, and I couldn’t hold back the raw, low moans that spilled from my throat.
Skin slapped against skin. Sweat slicked our bodies. The scent of sex clung to the air like smoke.
I reached back and cupped Haze’s flushed face as he fucked into me. “Just like that,” I purred. “Such a good boy, taking direction so well.”
His hands fisted in the sheets, and his breath stuttered. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please, I need to—”
“Don’t come yet,” I snapped, sharp as a whip. “You hold it, Haze. Be good for me.”
“Yes…yes, my sun. I’ll be good. I promise.”
I clenched around both of them, gasping as my orgasm began to crest. Salem’s rhythm faltered just slightly, his body pressed tight against mine, his hand on my hip gripping hard enough to bruise. I could feel how close he was, too.
My nails dug into their skin, one on each side, as the coil inside me snapped.
“Now,” I choked out, voice cracking under the weight of it. “Now, come with me—”
And then I shattered.
Pleasure ripped through me in waves, fierce and beautiful.
My walls spasmed around them both, and they followed me like they were tethered to my body.
Salem groaned my name as he spilled inside me, deep and hot, while Haze cried out, voice broken as he came just seconds later, burying himself.
Both push their knots inside me at the same time.
I cry out again, hearing them curse, and another white hot orgasm hits me. I could feel them feeling me up.
For a long moment, the room was silent, just the sound of panting, our bodies trembling in the afterglow.
They shifted me, one on each side, and I lay there in the center, flushed, satisfied, wrapped in warmth and sweat and something dangerously close to contentment.
My hair clung to my cheeks in wild curls, and I didn’t bother to fix it. I turned my head lazily toward Salem. “That was… acceptable.”
He snorted. “Just acceptable?”
I smirked, then turned to Haze. He looked wrecked in the best way. Lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes dazed with devotion.
“You were such a good boy,” I said, letting my voice drip with lazy amusement.
Haze nodded fervently. “Thank you.”
I couldn’t help the smile that tilted my lips as I fell asleep between two of my mates.
Micha
October 18th
8:24 P.M
The warehouse conference room buzzed with a low current of tension, controlled, but ready to snap.
Everyone was here. Rosetti’s pack was seated around the long table like kings of their court.
Frost’s team lounging across from our omegas.
Haze leans against the wall behind Odette, watching her every move while she jokes with her friends.
Salem sits beside her, dancing his fingers up and down her back.
Ravik is sitting across from her, staring at her.
She thinks it hilarious the more he stares because it makes other people uncomfortable.
Her eyes flick up to me as I stand near the whiteboard, pretending to study it instead of her.
Her smile is genuine, I swear I can see love shining in her eyes. It could be wishful thinking, though.
I really tried not to stare at her too much, but fuck, it was hard not to.
She was more than just beautiful. She was composed.
Stronger than she realized. I know we all feel so lucky to have her as our omega.
I don’t even know if she noticed her nightmares have all but gone.
She’s stopped flinching around us. Henry hasn’t been around as much as other than in gatherings.
I love that she feels so comfortable with us.
I see the fire sparked to life in her. The shadows in her eyes are fading.
Romano cleared his throat from across the room, pushing his laptop forward. “Odette,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.
She looks at us and smiles at him. “What's up, Rome?”
He clears his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable.
“We were able to identify the men you described,” he continued, typing a few keys to throw the files up onto the large screen behind him.
“Based on facial structures, known aliases, and past records. These three,” he highlighted them, one with too close dead eyes, one with a jagged scar over his lip, and another whose smirk alone made my stomach clench, “match your memories exactly.”
She went still. So, it still felt like the air in the room stopped moving. Haze steps up, placing his hand on the back of her neck, grounding her with his touch.
Romano didn’t push. “We haven’t been able to locate them yet, but we’re getting closer. They’re ghosts—but we’re better at hunting them than they are at hiding.”
Odette gave a tiny nod, lips pressed together, and Violet reached over to squeeze her hand under the table. Ravik looked like he wanted to launch himself at the TV, like he could jump through it to the men who hurt our sunshine.
“Little warrior, don’t worry, when we find them, we will set the crazies loose on them.” He teased, pointing to Haze and Ravik. It did the trick and made her giggle.
I let out the breath I was holding as she relaxed and thanked Romano for the information.
Kingston stood at the head of the table, his expression cold and focused. Arianne was next to him, arms crossed, fire in her eyes. They were a terrifying duo when they worked like this, precision and fury wrapped in control.
“Let’s move on,” Kingston said softly. “We’ve gathered enough intel over the last week to start drawing conclusions. Arianne, you want to start?”
Arianne stepped up to the whiteboard like she was about to declare war, which, let’s be honest, she kind of was. The whole thing was already cluttered with pins, scribbled notes, and maps riddled with crisscrossed string.
“So,” she started, tapping the board with the end of a marker, “we’ve been tracking blacked-out transport routes, triangulating chatter from low-band channels, and cross-checking Romano’s decrypts. It’s not clean, but it’s close. We’ve almost got their current location pinned down.”
She shot a look over her shoulder. “Spoiler: it’s on wheels.”