Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
NICO
I need a second. Slowly, so it doesn’t appear as if I’m running away, I leave Dario and Ciro to handle food for everyone and clothing and necessities for the girls. My feet take me straight to Pablo, my hand slapping the door closed.
I need to get out of this tuxedo and into the shower. I’ve been on high alert since I woke up this morning. Everyone is semi safe now, no one is dying, and I can take a goddamned breath.
“She doesn’t know how to handle being scent matched to someone else,” I say gently, my fingers pulling the bow tie around my neck loose.
“I don’t like being something that needs to be handled, Nico.”
“That’s not what I meant. Take a breath and stop looking for a fight.”
Walking toward him, I grab his wrists and begin to wrap them with my tie.
“Nico,” he groans, watching as I yank a tie from the dresser drawer and pull his wrists toward the headboard.
“You’re in time out,” I murmur. “You’re thinking too hard. Verona thinks we’re the enemy, remember? Do you want to be scent matched to her?”
“I think she’s pretty,” he grumbles. “I dislike that she looks at us like we’re the scum of the earth though.”
Once his wrists are secured, I pull his legs until he’s lying on his back. He likes to sleep with an eyemask, which I have always thought is adorable, and I pull it into place to block the light.
“Renzo is the scum of the earth. If you didn’t know any other mafia families, I bet you’d think they were all like the Accetta’s. I get the feeling she’s not from our world, and it’s easy to paint us all with the same brush,” I remind him.
Pulling his pants off, I toss them to the side, enjoying the view as slick slides off his cock.
“What are you trying to prove with this?” he frowns.
Rubbing the lines away with my thumb, I pop in a pair of ear buds into his ears and begin playing some of his favorite music from his phone without replying.
I meant it when I said he needed a timeout. I doubt anyone will come into the room while it’s closed, and I leave him to chill while I hurry through a shower.
My lips part in surprise as I find Ciro standing at the now open door as I dry off, and I raise my brow.
“What the fuck is this?” he asks.
“Pablo gets easily overwhelmed,” I murmur, tossing the towel away. “This is how I handle that. Do you have a knife on you?”
Silently, he hands me one, and I open the switchblade before dragging it along Pablo’s skin. The whimper my omega makes is fucking sinful, and the bond between us thrums with lust and worry.
“His mind is a kaleidoscope of feeling as if he’s not enough. This is a big fucking change for him. And his senses feel as if they’re on fire,” I add.
My fingers drag up his inner thigh and Ciro gasps as he hears Pablo whine as his cock jumps. I never touch it, but I can feel him thinking he’s going to die. I wouldn’t be surprised if he ends up going into heat soon, which means I need to fix some of the apprehension swirling in Ciro’s eyes.
“You want him, don’t you?” I ask, dragging the knife through Pablo’s shirt. It parts like butter, and Ciro’s lips part as his eyes take in our omega.
Ciro’s parting shots at Pablo have always confused me. While I deserve his arguments and bullshit because I can handle how he processes his emotions, I’ve always been uncomfortable with the way he either ignores or argues with Pablo. There’s no peace in our house.
While some would say that’s just how it is for four brothers who grew up together, I’ve always felt it was odd.
My hand taps on Pablo’s inner thigh, and he raises his legs to show off his asshole to me. Many of his mannerisms have always aligned more with being an omega when I really think about it.
Dragging the knife lightly over his chest, I raise my hand to block Ciro when he makes a strangled sound.
“Please,” Pablo groans.
“He likes it?” Ciro asks.
Getting on the bed, I ignore him as I cut Pablo again, my cock twitching as I watch the bead of blood roll down his powerful thigh. This is different from making an enemy bleed. Instead, I’m releasing some of the anxiety bubbling inside the man I love.
“Answer my question,” I grunt, dragging my tongue up the underside of Pablo’s cock. My free hand presses on his stomach to remind him not to thrust up, and he behaves accordingly for me.
“Yes. Fuck. I’ve been ignoring how much I like him for years, okay? I didn’t want to come between or confuse what you two had going on. In my mind, I wouldn’t share whoever I ended up with, so I pushed the attraction away. I even told myself I wasn’t into men. Can he hear us?”
“No,” I mutter. “His music is loud enough to keep our conversation private. Do you want to suck his cock?”
“Nicolai Domino! What the fuck is wrong with you?” My brother gapes at me as I shrug and shove my tongue in Pablo’s ass.
Groaning, I eat out his hole, deciding it’s the best my stepbrother has ever fucking tasted.
“A lot is right with me,” I smirk, loving the way the slick slides out of Pablo’s ass. “Play my fucked up game with me, Ciro.”
Pushing my fingers into Pablo’s hole, I begin to fuck it slowly as I talk to my brother.
Pablo’s breathing gets faster, and Ciro’s fingers drag through the blood on his chest as he swallows thickly.
Pablo goes wild, keening as I hit the special spot inside of him, continually massaging it as I finger fuck him.
His nostrils flare before he shudders, and I know he’s aware of Ciro’s presence.
He doesn’t panic or fight, he simply allows Ciro to wrap his blood stained fingers around his cock. Ciro’s tanned hand looks good on the lighter skin of Pablo’s shaft, and he bites his lip as he begins to jerk him off. I’d know if he didn’t want this.
“Isn’t he such a good boy?” I ask, pushing a fourth finger into Pablo’s hole. “Fuck, I think he can easily take my knot or fist now. I mean, I knot trained him, but goddamn is this different.”
“Nico. Shut the fuck up,” my brother grits out.
Ignoring him, I continue to goad him.
“Sometimes, I like to tease Pablo when I’m fucking him, and ask if he wants anyone to join us. The idea makes him insane with lust, even if it’s not something I’ve…fuck, that’s it, tesoro. Look at you taking my fist like such a good omega.”
“You’re such a bastard, Nico,” my brother groans, ignoring the fact that I lost my train of thought. “Fuck it.”
Leaning down as I fist Pablo’s ass, he sucks our stepbrother’s crown, eyes rolling back at the taste of his precum.
“Is this a new brotherly bonding activity I wasn’t invited to?” Dario asks, smirking as he leans in the doorway.
Ciro never closed the door again. Oops.
“I’m just giving our brother the little push he needs.”
My fist slides out of Pablo’s ass with a wet sound, and I grin as I return to eating him out. Dario just adjusts his glasses, unfazed as he watches us. Sometimes, when I’m kissing Pablo, my brother will continue with his work in the kitchen, living room, etc.
He’s good at reading the energy of the room for when to take his leave, but others, he’ll adjust his cock and simply watch. Pablo always comes the hardest as I whisper that my brother is watching my cock stretch his asshole.
I suppose this works as much as anything as a bonding activity.
“You’re supposed to be babysitting,” Ciro grunts around Pablo’s cock before taking him down to the root.
Pablo makes a strangled sound, and Dario smirks as he walks further into the room.
“There’s a ball gag on the nightstand,” I grunt, returning to my meal. Slick coats my tongue, and all I can smell is Pablo and my brothers as our scents meld together.
“If I didn’t think he’d mind, I’d stuff him full of cock,” Dario muses. “He’s cute when he’s flushed and wanting. What? I’ve been thinking a lot while you two holed up in the bedroom.”
“Thought you weren’t into men,” Ciro teases, coming up for air.
Ah, so they have been talking. Dario also hasn’t responded to my question. Cagey stronzo.
“I don’t recall saying that…”
“Feed him your cock,” I growl. “Hurry. He’s really close to coming.”
Dario doesn’t ask if I’m sure as he pulls out his cock, tugging it at the root before climbing onto the bed. Pablo is loving the attention, and it’s my job to keep him both emotionally and physically safe.
“Please.” Pablo moans the word before Dario taps the length of his cock against his cheek.
Blindly, Pablo opens his mouth as he turns his face, searching for Dario. His scent is toned down as a beta, and he always smells like cedar and oranges.
Dario drags the weeping tip of his cock through the saliva clinging to Pablo’s tongue, groaning as our stepbrother makes a low, whining sound for more.
“Don’t tease,” I admonish. “Answer Ciro’s question.”
“Verona is with Rosalia, and I am taking care of my own shit,” he grunts. “Besides, Verona told me I was creeping her out with my presence and to get lost.”
“Then she can enjoy her own company,” I shrug. “There’s nowhere for her to go, and she won’t leave Rosa. She’ll have to learn we aren’t the enemy over pasta. Now, our stepbrother is hungry for cum. I suggest you feed it to him, or I will.”
Straddling Pablo’s chest, he proceeds to do just that. The sounds of my omega gagging on Dario’s cock forces me to fist my cock, and I eat Pablo out until his hips lift off the mattress as he shoots ropes of cum down Ciro’s throat.
Ciro groans as he swallows greedily, easily showing that just because you’ve never sucked a cock before, doesn’t mean you can’t. He’s hooked up at clubs before and even fucked women when our business take us to sex clubs, but it’s never been more than a passing daliance.
No one’s been able to keep his attention, and now I suppose I know why.
Dario curses as his hips thrust into Pablo’s mouth, and my lips twitch in amusement as I rub my omega’s thighs as he comes down from his orgasm. God, I hate that there’s no time for me to knot him.
“His mouth is a weapon,” I tease my brother, watching as his fingers go white as he holds onto the headboard.