Chapter Sixteen
Dominic
I’ve been antsy for days. Weeks. Fuck, at this point, it’s teetering on months.
Ever since Lennon turned her back on me in the equipment room, I’ve been unable to control my need to claim her.
We’ve been sitting on the truth about her identity for weeks now, pretending it isn’t sitting between the three of us every time her name comes up.
Pretending Sasha isn’t carrying it around like a loaded gun.
The fucked up part? I don’t want to be the one pulling the damn trigger anymore.
Did I ever want to? Not really.
I keep finding myself watching her instead.
Making sure she’s safe in her apartment.
Watching from behind my laptop screen for peace of mind.
I want nothing more than to protect her in any way I can.
To be there for her when this all inevitably comes to a head.
Every day that passes only seems to make it worse.
Was it fun watching her terrified? Of course it was.
Knowing she was helpless and defenseless against us did something to me.
But, in amongst all of that, Sasha still agreed to torment. To allow us to claim her, even if only temporarily.
The skate grinder whines beneath my hands, sending a spray of silver sparks across the rubber floor.
Freshly honed steel always looked beautiful under the fluorescent lights.
It was easy to forget beauty and danger had always shared the same edge.
I run my thumb carefully along the flat of the blade, testing its finish without ever touching the sharpened edge.
There are some things you only need to respect once to understand their capacity for destruction.
I don’t hear the sound of the door opening, but I feel the change in the air hinting at my newest visitor. Finishing sharpening the blade in my hand, I put it in the pile before turning and finding both Sasha and Holden. There are equal looks of excitement on their faces.
“What the fuck have you two done?” I ask, almost dreading whatever they are about to tell me, especially if it has something to do with Lennon.
She looked far too perfect today out on the ice.
It had taken far too much strength that I didn’t know I had actually possessed to walk away and return to some meaningless, time consuming job.
“It’s time that we show the little birdy who exactly it is that she belongs to,” Sasha says, making my eyebrows draw up in surprise.
“I didn’t think that was part of the plan,” I question, having thought his explosion the other week had been a turning point, one that would lead us in another direction.
Sasha just shrugs his shoulder, a strange look on his face. “I might have taken some of what you said into account. The idea of the three of us claiming her, of making her surrender to us just…” he trails off, trying to find the right word to describe how he feels.
“Makes your knot throb?” Holden adds, making both of them laugh.
“That's one way to put it.”
“Okay,” I interject. “How do you expect us to do that?”
Holden lifts himself up onto one of the equipment tables, making himself far too comfortable.
“A little birdy may have told Lennon that you needed to see her once practice was over to get approval for a new piece of equipment.”
My eyebrow raises in surprise, “You expect that to work?”
The moment the words are out of my mouth, a quiet knock sounds at the door.
“I guess we are about to see,” Holden chuckles.
The door to the equipment room opens slowly, Lennon’s body stepping through a moment later. When she spots the three of us, she pauses.
“Oh, sorry. I can come back at another time,” she mutters, looking ready to run.
I shake my head, falling into the role Sasha and Holden had set up for me without my prior knowledge. It’s a good thing I’m not a terrible actor.
“No, that's okay. Now is a perfect time.”
Much more forward than I would normally be, I take hold of her hand and pull her through the door.
She gasps, her body stiffening like she is expecting something.
Instead of leading her into a false sense of security like I assume Sasha and Holden had expected of me, I don’t bother. I go straight for the kill.
It feels like it will be more satisfying that way.
“You know, you are the first woman who has ever denied me,” I say, coming in to stand behind her. I brush a few strands of hair away from her neck. I drag my stubble over her neck, chuckling as I see the visceral reaction she has to me.
Goosebumps and pebbled nipples.
Swallowing roughly, she tries to pull away, but I don’t let her. She will stay right here. Right where I want her.
Lennon grunts, crossing her arms over her chest.
“It’s a surprise you haven’t been rejected more often with your clear misinterpretation of consent.”
Something in me bristles. Consent is key to me.
It’s the one thing I search for every single time I play.
Both the verbal and physical kinds. But if she really wants to go there, I don’t mind pushing my own boundaries.
I already do as much with Holden, the little slut always coming back for more.
I chuckle darkly, gripping her hips tightly in my hands.
I feel her wince more than see it. She'd better get used to the pain when she is with me.
There is more where this little bite came from.
“I have a problem that I need you to rectify for me, little Omega,” I murmur, continuing to tease her with lingering puffs of air against the sensitive surface of her scent gland.
“I hardly see the importance in me being here while you deal with whatever problem that is,” she retorts, earning a small laugh from the three of us.
“That’s where you are wrong,” Sasha finally pipes up.
Pushing off from the bench he had been leaning against, he comes to a stop in front of Lennon and me.
“You are the center of it all. The very reason why I have been kept up at night. Why every single thought I have had these past weeks has been entirely consumed by you.”
I can feel the tension building in the little Omega. Every little tremble. Every little flinch. The way her breathing changed the moment Sasha stepped in front of her.
But more importantly, the change in her scent. While it is laced with fear, that much is evident from her body language alone, there is something else. Something that is tempting me. Giving me the encouragement to push her further.
Lust.
Raw, unbridled lust that threatens to make me a mess of myself.
Maybe in another life, I would have given in to the part of myself that wants to drop to my knees before her to worship the ground she walks on.
But I don’t want that. I want to see her on her knees for us.
I want to watch as she crawls to us. I want to see the way her face changes when she realizes this is the wolf’s den and that she has been our prey from the moment she walked through that door.
I’ve spent years repairing broken equipment. Relacing cracked visors. Straightening bent blades. Fixing what other people destroyed. Funny how easy it is to convince yourself you’re still the man who fixes things while helping break someone else.
“On your knees for us, Lennon.”
“No.”
A knife could cut through the tension in the room. Sasha’s face darkens, his eyes almost pitch black as he becomes something else. This other version that only seems to come out around Lennon.
“On your knees. Now.”
The Alpha bark echoes around the room, threatening even me to obey.
With a gasp, Lennon drops to her knees, her eyes widening as she obeys even against her will. It’s her turn to be pissed off now.
“You fucking cunt! Let me the fuck up now or I will…”
“Enough.” He commands again, the Omega going silent. But her face gives away every single emotion.
“Much better,” Sasha smiles, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. “You are so much prettier when you obey me.”
Holden comes to stand beside Sasha, a hint of wonder in his eyes. It’s impossible not to admire just how perfect Lennon looks on her knees for us. She would look even better with nothing on and our cum roped over her face.
Soon. Very fucking soon.
I just need to be patient. Something I am finding I’m not very good at.
Lennon’s face reddens, anger prevalent on her pretty face. It’s a damn shame it’s only going to get worse from here on out.
“I think I would prefer to see my cock in her mouth,” Holden murmurs. His head is tilted to the side, like he is trying to memorize the scene before him. Sasha looks back at our Beta, a slight grin on his face. “Go on then, let her taste your cock.”
Without needing any further instruction, Holden takes Sasha’s place. It’s almost painful how slow he is to take out his cock. He is already hard, much like I am. While there is defiance written all over our Omega’s face, there is something else far more interesting that captures my attention.
Heat. Want. Need.
She can fight it all she wants, but that mixed with the deliciousness that is her scent is unmistakable.
Holden taps the tip of his cock on Lennon’s lips, keeping eye contact with her.
I see the moment he slips. When he finally surrenders to the pull of the mate bond.
When he becomes it for himself. Without any kind of further instruction, Lennon takes him into her mouth with far more enthusiasm than I had expected.
“That's it, sweetheart. Take me. Just like that,” he groans, hands weaving into her hair as he slowly begins to thrust.
My need for her becomes impossible to ignore.
Not wanting to be left out, knowing I will if Sasha gets to her first, I bring her hips up, so her ass is pointing in my direction.
I caress the jean-clad curve before giving it a slap.
Lennon moans around Holden’s cock, eliciting a similar sound from him.
“Jesus fucking christ, you are so good at that.”