14. Lark
LARK
The elevator to the alphas’ apartment took too long to arrive, an eternity where I was left vulnerable to wealthy alphas who stared at me with cold eyes.
Please let me get in by myself. Please let me get in by myself.
An alpha in a tuxedo stepped up to me and inhaled, groaning as he took in my wild scent, my perfume seeping out of me like sweet poison as my heat approached.
His omega peered at me with wide eyes that caught on the scars on my throat and the bandages on my wrist. The omega surged up on his toes to capture his alpha’s lips, distracting him while I sashayed into the elevator and smashed the ‘close door’ button.
The omega winked at me as the doors slid closed with me in the car by myself, and I thanked the goddess for his solidarity as I rose to the penthouse.
Who were these two alphas who professed to want me so badly they’d skip my heat to earn my trust?
It could have been a lie.
I didn’t care.
I did care, but there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.
I’d murdered one abusive pack to escape, and I’d do it again if I had to.
Peppermint and chocolate and the fresh, salty breeze off the ocean overwhelmed me as I opened the door. I cursed their names as need ran through me like gasoline over a fire.
I couldn’t trust them.
But I could build a nest in their apartment, surround myself with their scents, and—
Shivers wracked my small frame. I needed a nest, and quickly. My brain could only resist my biology for so long, and as miserable as a heat alone could be, it’d be even more miserable if I didn’t prepare.
Stripping, heedless of the windows, of anything but shedding the scratchy fabric that abraded my skin, I strode through the apartment, looking for a room that would work.
Their room. The large bed that smelled like heaven. A pile of clothes on the floor that smelled like coming home. Completely nude, I turned on my heel so I could search the kitchen for snacks and bottles of water, coming up empty.
Shit!
I looked at my phone. Did I have enough time to order take-out?
Pain wrenched through my guts, my womb desperate and begging for an alpha’s knot, for his hot cum to paint my insides. I moaned at the thought, imagining Conor and Emile taking me one after the other, bending me over and—
Enough!
I’d be fine. In a few hours, I’d be senseless anyway. I wouldn’t care about hunger or thirst or anything but the unending need of an omega for her alphas. I’d break, turning into a creature of heat and hunger—and I’d be doing it alone.
A tear streaked down my face as loneliness overcame me, overpowering even my desperate need to nest. I’d made my bed, and I was happy to lie in it most days, but the moment before I went into heat, when I had to face my biology alone, face my choices alone, broke my soul into pieces every goddess damned time.
Pounding on the door startled me out of my reverie.
“Lark.” I loved the way Emile’s accent stretched out the vowel, rolling it into the “r” at the back of his throat. “We’re outside, all right, little omega? We won’t come in but let us know if you need anything.”
I made my decision and wrenched the door open.
“I need—” My voice broke. “I need you. Both of you.”
The two alphas tumbled inside. Conor yanked me against his chest, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he stroked the tears away from my cheeks with his thumbs.
“Little omega, you didn’t even engage the locks,” Emile breathed.
“I—” I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t tell them I trusted them. Not yet.
“Order food,” Emile ordered Conor, who hauled me with him as he dropped onto the couch. Fuck this. I didn’t want to sit in his lap, demure and patient while they figured out how to take care of me.
They were alphas.
They’d figure it out.
I straddled Conor, strafing my bare pussy against his already hard cock, rolling my hips as I purred, delighted that my alphas were here.
He wrapped his fingers around my waist. “Baby, I’ve got to order food. You’re going to need calories and water.”
What I needed was his knot. I reached down to tear his belt off.
“Emile,” Conor said, his voice strangled, as my fingers wrapped around his cock.
“On it.”
The other alpha plucked the phone out of Conor’s hands as I lined him up with my entrance.
“Omega,” Conor growled. “Stop.”
I froze, his dick teasing me as it twitched in my hands, hating his power over me.
“We need ground rules before—”
“Rules are, you fuck me, and you knot me. Now.”
Conor’s expression softened. He raised a hand to brush my hair out of my face, and I nuzzled into the comfort of his touch. “Rules are, no biting, no claiming,” he said as he stroked my cheek.
I nodded, frantic. Why wasn’t he fucking me? Why wasn’t he knotting me? What was wrong with me? Why didn’t he—
“Stop,” he said, arresting my spiral. “I want you. Emile wants you. We’d like nothing more than to claim you during this heat, but you need to trust us first.”
He wanted me. They wanted me. I nodded into his hand, holding his clear blue gaze.
“Are you catching anything I’m saying?” he asked, his lips tilting up into a lopsided smile.
“You want me. And I want you. And you’re going to knot me,” I confirmed, the hold of his bark loosening and allowing me to twitch my hips over the delicious heat of his cock.
“But no claiming.”
“No claiming,” I agreed. My conscious mind, that little corner of self that I retained despite my heat, sighed with the same disappointment my instincts did.
I wanted them to claim me. I wanted them to take the choice away, so I didn’t have to admit I wanted them to claim me. After this heat, I would find a way to articulate that.
But for now? I sank down onto Conor, whining as he stretched me, filling me with his alpha cock.
He moaned. “So fucking tight, so fucking perfect, my gorgeous omega murderer, fucking me while she’s still covered in the blood of her victim.”
I sped up my hips, rocking against him, grinding my clit into his hard knot as I fucked him, dripping slick all over his pants, uncaring of the mess I made.
“Stop,” Emile snapped, and I moaned, frustrated once again. Long fingers combed through my hair, then yanked my head back so I could see him behind me. “When you’re done, you’re going to let us bathe you, feed you, and water you, do you understand, omega?”
My alphas would take care of me. Yes yes yes yes yes. I whined for Conor to fill me once again.
“Words, omega,” Emile growled.
“Yes,” I promised. I’d have promised anything. “If you give me your knot.”
“Soon, little one,” Emile promised. “But first, fuck Conor within an inch of his life, then let us spoil you.”
Conor snapped his hips upward and I threw my head back with the pleasure of it before falling forward, catching myself with my hands on his chest. He leaned into me and caught a nipple between his lips, worrying it with his teeth, until it turned dark and swollen.
“Fuck yes, Lark. Look at you taking me so well, your pussy sucking my cock in, squeezing me tight. You were made for me, baby, made for us.”
I whined, rocking my hips as we fucked, raw and uninhibited, taking my pleasure from this stunning alpha who whispered praise in my ears while he destroyed me, ruined me. Soon, I was on the precipice, begging and whining.
“Are you ready for me? Sweet, murderous omega, bloody and vengeful, squeezing my cock like you own it?”
“My cock,” I gasped, wrapping my arms around Conor’s neck, drawing his face against my own. I tangled my fingers in his hair as I pressed my skin against his, slick with sweat and need—so close, so greedy, so desperate.
“Yes, baby, it’s yours, I’m yours,” Conor readily agreed as he reached his hand between us to slide his fingers around my clit, giving me just enough friction.
Then he pinched, hard. “Look at that gorgeous pussy stretching around me, taking me, taking your cock, so fucking beautiful, because you own it.”
His words unclenched the bands around my soul.
“Alpha,” I shouted as my world exploded, shattering me into a thousand pieces as euphoria whipped through me in the most powerful climax I’d ever had.
“Omega,” Conor growled right back, thrusting his hips up into me, impossibly swelling larger, and painting my insides with his seed. “So fucking hot, so fucking perfect, taking me like the good girl you are.”
He held me closer as our motions slowed, as I shuddered, aftershocks of pleasure leaving me twitching on his cock.
“Baby? Are you crying?”
Was I? Lucidity returned to me slowly.
“Oh, Lark,” Conor said softly, dragging me back into his embrace.
I tore at his shirt, desperate for skin-to-skin contact, sending buttons flying as I ripped it open so I could press our chests together.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need,” he murmured, stroking his hands up and down my spine, soothing me as I sobbed against him.
The mad lust of my heat receded, leaving despair in its wake. I’d never— I couldn’t— This was the first time an alpha had fucked me through my heat and the thought of going back to suffering through them alone, miserable, and aching broke my heart.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Conor said as my tears slowly subsided. “What’s wrong, sweet assassin?”
I shook my head, unwilling to admit how much I liked sitting here with him, inhaling his peppermint and chocolate scent, as he comforted me after the best fuck of my life.
Emile wrapped his arms around me from behind, bending over the two of us. “Food and water, omega.”
His growl cut through me, eliciting a shiver as my clit throbbed.
“Fuck, your pussy’s clenching around me,” Conor said.
“That’s because she likes it when I take care of her,” Emile said, lifting me up and arranging me in his arms so he could carry me over to a table laden with charcuterie and different types of bread.
He settled me in his lap, still naked, leaking slick and Conor’s cum. I angled away from him, then lifted his t-shirt up over his head so I could press my skin against his.
“Omega,” Emile growled.
“Alpha,” I sneered back. Guess I was feeling better.
Conor snatched me out of Emile’s lap and arranged me on his, my legs dangling to either side of me, baring my pussy to his lover.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, baby,” Conor said. “Emile’s going to eat his meal as long as you’re eating yours. If you stop, he stops, and when you’ve eaten enough calories to get you through the railing I intend to give you, he’ll let you come all over his face.”
Emile knelt before me, his warm eyes full of wonder as he traced his fingers up and down my bare calves.
“You are so beautiful, omega,” he murmured.
“My name is Lark,” I corrected tartly. Oh yes, I was definitely feeling more like myself. It wouldn’t last, but I had to seize some of my power back from these two alphas while I could.
“Lark,” Emile corrected himself, before kissing the inside of my knee and sending a shiver of want dancing up my spine. “Beautiful, perfect Lark,” he murmured against my skin, before biting the inside of my thigh.
Goddess, that hurt so good. I moaned in surprise when the flat of his tongue swiped against my clit, replacing the pain with ecstasy.
“Eat, sweet omega,” Emile said against my pussy.
With trembling hands, I reached toward the table, only for Conor to bat them away. “Let me.”
He adjusted me so he could reach the table, then proceeded to spread soft cheese on a slice of baguette. He held it up to me, and flavor exploded in my mouth when I took a bite.
“Feeding you is fucking sinful,” Conor muttered as Emile lapped and sucked and nipped at me, enough to draw gasps of pain and pleasure out of me, but never quite enough to send me over the edge into another delicious climax.
“Watching you eat from my hand, knowing that I’m going to fuck you senseless later? Fuck, baby.”
Conor offered me a strawberry, then licked the juice off my chin, leaving a wet trail of his scent on my skin.
Emile slid a finger inside me, and I lolled my head back against Conor’s shoulder, overwhelmed by sensation, by the care these two alphas took of me.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Conor encouraged me, offering me a bite of bread and meat as Emile scraped his finger against a spot inside me that made me see stars.
“Keep eating, baby girl, so Emile can enjoy his meal too.”
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but mindlessly accept whatever Conor fed me as Emile licked me from the inside out.
These alphas were going to ruin me.
They already had.
Finally, I moaned in protest. “I’m full.”
Conor laughed softly, the rumble sweet and reassuring against my back. “No dessert?”
I shook my head. The omega sweet tooth was a stereotype, but I’d never had one. I wanted my alphas.
Emile stood up, and I pouted. “Water, omega,” he purred at me, his lips twisting up into a seductive smile. I downed the glass he handed me, then a second one.
“You promised me an orgasm.” I sulked when he didn’t immediately drop back down to his knees.
His soft laugh tugged on my heart, spreading warmth through my chest as he smiled down at me. “I did, didn’t I?”
Conor shifted me, spreading my legs out further and cupping my breasts with his large hands and kneading them.
“C’mon, lover, give our girl what she’s earned.”
“A knot,” I whined.
“After we shower, sweet murderer,” Conor said. “But Emile will make you come right now.”
Emile dropped to his knees and slid one finger inside of me, then two. When he put his lips to my clit and sucked, I went off like a rocket, drenching the two men with my slick as my climax tore through me.
As I relaxed into Conor’s grip, I couldn’t help but wonder how sweet it would be if I let these two alphas hold on to me.