Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ven
“This is such bullshit,” I grumble as I close the door to our room behind me. It’s not the worst room we’ve ever had, but it’s certainly not the best.
It’s going to be a squeeze to fit all three of us in the bed, but that’s also nothing new.
“It’s only going to be for a few days, Ven.” Knight tosses his bag onto the bed before turning to face me. “Which you already know, so why don’t you tell me why you’re really so annoyed.”
I cross my arms, hating how well he can read me—how well they both can.
“Ven,” Mack’s voice rumbles as he joins Knight.
“You’re both so annoying,” I grumble, allowing my arms to fall back to my sides. “She made you cry.”
Knight’s eyebrows shoot up as he tries to bite back a grin. “I wouldn’t say she made me cry—it was more the situation that made me cry.”
“The situation she created,” I growl, stalking toward him. “I don’t like it when you cry.”
“Neither of us do,” Mack agrees. “But it’s not like she did it on purpose. She was definitely freaking out.”
Knight hums. “I didn’t notice at first. Not until you asked her if it was because of Fabian. Do you think it’s just the fear his name instills?”
“Does it matter?” I roll my eyes, ready to stop talking about the pretty little ice queen omega.
Mack shrugs. “It might. If it’s general fear, that would be easier to overcome. But if it’s personal? She might not be able to.”
I sneer. “It sounds like she just lacks a backbone.”
I wince, realizing how cruel I sound.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Don’t get me wrong. Making Knight cry is reason enough for me to be pissed off, but this feels deeper somehow.
I just don’t understand why.
“That’s enough, Ven.” Knight grabs my hand and drags me to stand in front of him.
“I’m sorry, Knight. I just… What if she says no? What if we’re left sitting here for days while we could be working out a way to free Stacia? She’s just as much my sister as she is yours.”
He nods. “I know she is, and I know it’s hitting you harder because of your sister.”
Wincing, I close my eyes as I fight back tears.
Knight wasn’t the only one to have a sister—mine was just older by four years. She was murdered nearly thirteen years ago, just after I turned eighteen, and the vengeance I took against her murderers is the reason for my road name.
I don’t even remember most of what happened. My alpha designation revealed when I went after them, and I slipped into some kind of trance. I was more than a little shocked at the massacre I left behind, but I never regretted it.
They got what they deserved.
But that experience definitely made me hold on tighter to those I still have in my life. I couldn’t protect my older sister, so I’ve done everything I could to protect everyone else.
Only I failed Stacia, just like I did Hana.
“Enough, Ven. What happened to Stacia isn’t your fault. It isn’t anyone’s fault.” Mack’s voice rumbles through me as he presses against my back. “No one but Fabian Vallejo’s fault.”
Logically, I know he’s right, but the guilt eats away at me.
Knight’s lips brush across mine, and I let out a sigh as my eyes pop open. “Do you need to forget everything for a little while?”
I can’t even bring myself to speak as I nod. A smile quirks Knight’s lips as he leads me to the bed, Mack trailing behind us.
“You know we’re always happy to distract you, Ven.” Knight shrugs off his cut before grabbing his bag off the bed and setting them on the floor.
I lick my lips when he grasps the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head. His muscles ripple as he tosses it to the side, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
When he reaches for the button on his jeans, my head is jerked to the side, and I let out a growl just before Mack’s lips crash down on mine. I twist in his arms, both of us fighting for dominance of the kiss.
It’s always like this between us—like we can’t forget the alphas that live inside us, under our skin. We just can’t seem to let it go, but I can’t say I mind it all that much.
Kissing Mack is so different from kissing Knight, neither better than the other—just different.
Mack winds a hand in my hair, pulling the tie free before forcing me to my knees. I glare up at him as he uses his free hand to undo his pants and pull his cock free.
“Glare all you want, Ven. We both know how badly you want my cock in your mouth.”
He’s not wrong.
I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out to circle his head as my cock throbs behind the confines of my pants.
His cock is massive even when he isn’t hard, the skin a few shades darker than the rest of skin. Because he’s aroused, it currently has a purple tinge to it. What I really want to do is lick the veins running along his length.
I try to lean forward so I can wrap my lips around him, but he tugs at my hair—a reminder that he’s in charge. He slowly loosens his grip, and I lean forward so I can trace those veins with my tongue.
A groan spills from his lips as my tongue trails up and down his length before I return to the head, closing my lips around him and giving a suck.
“Damn, Ven. The mouth on you, I swear.” Mack’s words are low, almost a growl as he jerks his hips and forces his cock further into my mouth. I gag slightly when he hits my throat, but he pulls back before it’s too much.
“Fuck,” a keening wail sounds from the bed. Mack pulls me off his cock and turns my head toward the sound.
Knight is laid out on the bed, his legs spread wide as he tugs at his cock. His eyes are locked on us, his hunger clear.
“As fun as this is, Mack, I think our omega needs our attention.” I smirk as Mack releases his hold before helping me climb to my feet.
“He does seem a little desperate, doesn’t he?” Mack chuckles, the low sound sending a shiver down my spine.
I pull off my cut, followed by my shirt, and toss them to the side. If Knight wasn’t already so far gone, he’d have my ass for mistreating my cut like that.
Instead, his eyes volley between me and Mack as we undress, his hand stroking faster with each piece of clothing lost.
Once we’re both naked, I reach for Mack’s dick once more and give him a long, hard stroke.
Knight’s back arches off the bed as he comes, spilling to his hand with a whine.
“Were you right on the edge, baby boy?” I ask, climbing onto the bed and pulling his hand away from his dripping cock. Without waiting for an answer, I lick the cum from his fingers. His eyes roll back as he groans. “Do you need more?”
“I need your cock. Your knot. Please, Ven.” He licks his lips as he turns to meet my eyes.
Mack chuckles, joining us on the bed. “You heard our omega, Ven. Give him your knot.”
He helps me turn Knight over until he’s on his hands and knees. He waves his ass at me, and I chuckle before giving it a slap.
“Do you want to finish what Ven started, Knight?” Mack asks as he settles with his back against the headboard, stroking himself.
“Yes, alpha. Let me suck your cock.”
I stroke myself from root to tip, my cock throbbing at Knight’s begging. The bedroom is the only place he’s even remotely submissive to us, which is exactly how we like it. I love hearing my omega beg his alphas for their cocks and knots.
Releasing myself, I grab one of Knight’s hips and bring my free hand to his hole. He’s already dripping slick, and my finger practically slips right into him. I add a second and third finger as I fuck into him, stroking his prostate with each pass.
“Your cock, not your fingers, asshole!” Knight snarls.
Like I said, he’s only slightly submissive in the bedroom.
“Behave, baby boy.” I slap his ass as my fingers slip free. “Or you won’t get any cock.”
Mack takes pity on our omega, tugging his head down so he can close his lips around his cock. “Fuuuuuck.”
I watch the two of them for a moment, biting my lip as Knight swallows more and more of Mack’s cock until his lips are brushing the alpha’s knot—causing Mack to lose all control as he takes over.
He surges up into Knight’s mouth, fucking his face hard and fast while Knight whimpers and whines around him.
Now, it’s my turn to take pity on him. I guide my cock to his entrance and push in slowly.
Knight, being the impatient brat he is, slams back onto my cock until his ass is swallowing me whole.
I choke as his walls squeeze me, and I realize he’s already close to coming again.
“Hold on, baby boy. We’ve got you.” I angle my hips as I pull out and slam back into him. All it takes is two more thrusts, and Knight is exploding, his release hitting the bed.
Shit.
I hope they gave us extra bedding.
I shake my head, focusing on Knight as I roll my hips, drawing his orgasm out the best I can. When he collapses between me and Mack, I pick up my pace and chase my own pleasure. Mack does the same, continuing to fuck into the omega’s mouth.
When Mack grunts out his release, I lose control and come hard. My hips piston in and out of Knight as pleasure courses through my body, a smile hitting my lips as Knight cries out once more.
The three of us collapse on the bed, uncaring of the fact that it’s covered in Knight’s cum—at least for now.
“Why do I always end up in the cum puddle?” Knight grumbles, his head on Mack’s chest as I run a hand up and down his back.
A chuckle rumbles out of Mack. “It’s your cum, I don’t see why you shouldn’t be the one lying in it.”
“Plus, you know we’ll clean you up when all is said and done.” I glance toward the bathroom, which looks tiny. “Although it might be harder here. I’m not sure if two of us can even fit in the bathroom at once.”
Knight lets out a groggy yawn. “We’ll figure it out later. Right now, we’re going to take a nap.”
“It’s barely noon. Shouldn’t we worry about lunch first?” I ask, but I get no response except the sound of Knight’s snore.
Mack and I laugh together, cuddling into Knight’s warmth.
At least Knight managed to get me out of my head, and maybe a nap doesn’t sound too bad.