15. Conor
CONOR
Emile took Lark into the shower while I prepared our bedroom for her heat, stashing snacks in drawers and hauling in cases of the sparkling water she liked so we could hydrate our violent little omega.
The room we’d prepared for her would wait until she admitted what Emile and I already knew.
She was ours.
The sweet noises she made in the shower as Emile bathed her combined with the rush of his need through our bond tortured me. The last months had been interminable as we waited for Lark to make up her mind to see us again. She’d consumed our thoughts, distracting us from each other and our day jobs.
I eyed the bed, then eyed the hamper of clothes by the door. Swiftly, I dug out our softest clothes out of the closet, rubbing them over me to refresh my scent, then dropping them on the bed so she could nest with them.
Blankets, pillows—I thanked the goddess Emile was such a picky bastard about quality linens as I emptied the closet to make sure she’d have everything she needed to nest.
When Lark finally emerged from the bathroom, glistening as water dripped down her luscious body, her eyes lit up when she saw the pile I’d made.
She ignored me, diving into the blankets and arranging them to create a deep bowl with edges that dripped down over the bed.
“Get clean,” she snapped. “I don’t want anyone else’s scent in my nest.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Emile snagged me for a quick kiss as he emerged from the bathroom. Five minutes later, I stepped out to find Lark and Emile furiously shouting at each other.
“How the fuck am I going to knot you if you won’t let me in your nest?”
Lark jerked back as if struck. “I don’t fucking know! I’ve never been with an alpha during a heat before!”
Oh, baby. “Lark,” I murmured. Her eyes traced over the water that dripped down my chest, catching on the towel wrapped around my waist. Lilac and vanilla filled the room as she perfumed.
“I don’t know what to—” she wailed, yanking on her hair with frustration. “My body is— I want—”
“You need a knot,” I said firmly. “And we’re going to give you ours. We can do it out here if you want, if you’re willing to leave your nest.”
“No,” she snapped. “You come here. Both of you.”
I walked up to the edge of the bed where she knelt, and I cupped her face in my hands. “It’s our honor to knot you, our mate, our pleasure to give you what you crave. Let us worship you.”
Her eyes flicked between Emile and I, and not for the first time, my heart broke for this omega and everything she’d survived, everything that had made her distrust alphas, distrust men.
I shoved down my guilt about adding to her trauma by drugging and kidnapping her.
It had been the only way then, but now we had a chance to fix it.
Our perfect, violent omega was going into heat, and she’d invited us to help.
“We won’t abuse this gift you’re giving us, sweet girl,” Emile said, covering my hands with his own and turning her gaze toward his.
Lark took one shuddering breath after another, clearly terrified.
“Promise?” she whispered, her eyes wide and childlike, as if our words were worth something to her.
“Promise.”
Lark nodded, her eyes watery, and she scooted backwards, tugging us toward her.
“Can we come in?” I asked her.
Lark bit her full bottom lip and nodded.
“Use your words, little one,” Emile told her.
She inhaled sharply, her eyes darting over my naked form, then Emile’s.
“Baby?”
“Please, alphas, come into my nest.”
Fucking finally. When I accidentally dislodged one of Emile’s old sweatshirts as I climbed in, she gasped, and I swore. “Sorry, baby. Do you want to fix it, or do you want me to?”
She darted around me, tucking the garment back into its place. Emile was more careful, and after a moment, the three of us knelt in the bed together.
“I can’t think,” she quietly confessed. “I hate that I have to trust you, that you’re going to claim me, and I can’t—”
Emile dragged her against him in a hug. “You don’t. We can leave you with toys, sweet girl, and walk out of this room, and stand guard until your heat is over.”
She shook her head vehemently. “I don’t want that either.”
Lark doubled over in pain, clutching her abdomen, and we both surged toward her, as if holding her could protect her from an unsatisfied heat.
“Knots,” she growled. “I need your knots.”
My lips curved up in a slow smile. “Then we’ll give them to you, omega. First, we need to get you ready for us.”
I laid her back on the bed, lifting her hands above her head as Emile spread her legs. We lay on either side of her, stroking her soft skin, marveling at the gift she was giving us.
Emile bent his head to take her nipple in his mouth, pumping it with his hand as he sucked. I did the same, until our gorgeous little omega writhed on the bed between us.
“Mon Dieu, these pretty tits were made to be marked,” Emile murmured against her skin. “I’m going to cover them in bruises, so you never forget who you belong to.”
“Please,” she begged. “Don’t make me wait.”
I slid my hand down her toned stomach to tangle in the curls at the apex of her thighs. “It’d be cruel if we didn’t get you ready, baby. I promise, we won’t make you want any longer than we have to.”
I shifted, moving between her thighs, admiring the slick that painted the insides of her thighs. “Such a gorgeous, pretty pussy, weeping with need.”
I kissed her, grinning at the faint taste of Emile, his sea salt mixing with her lilac and vanilla on my tongue. He’d fucked her in the shower, the sly bastard.
“Please,” Lark pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. “It’s too much. I need—”
“You need us to stretch this pretty pussy so you can take our knots,” I said firmly, working a finger into her perfect, tight heat, then adding a second, and a third.
I bent my lips to her clit and sucked hard as Emile teased her breasts, and she exploded. I didn’t stop my rough fucking, adding a fourth finger as her passage relaxed after her orgasm.
She came again, her hips twitching as she begged us for our knots, insensible and incoherent, a magnificent mess of need and heat.
“One more,” Emile said around the nipple he worried with his teeth, extracting gasps and moans from our sweet girl.
“Don’t make me wait,” Lark whined.
I ground my palm against her clit, surging up to wrap my other hand around her pretty throat.
“Is that a complaint, omega?” I asked her. “Because I can stop right now—leave you tied up and waiting, your pussy soaked with slick, begging an empty room for relief.”
Her eyes widened as I gently pressed on the sides, not enough to truly cut off her air, just enough that she felt the threat.
Her eyes filled with tears, and I wondered if I’d gone too far, when her pussy pulsed around my fingers.
“But you’d rather be a good girl for us, wouldn’t you, Lark?” I continued. “Be our fuck toy, kept full and satisfied, holes ready whenever we want them. That’s what you need, isn’t it, baby?”
“As long as you knot me,” she moaned. “You can do anything you want.”
“Anything?” Emile asked, looking up at her with one eyebrow raised.
“Anything,” she affirmed, pumping her hips, desperate to come again on my fingers.
Once she came, Emile rolled her until she rode him, proud and beautiful, a glowing, golden goddess as he slid straight into her.
“Fuck, Lark,” he moaned.
“Knot,” she commanded. “Now.”
I ran my fingers through her slick, then slipped my finger into her pussy alongside Emile’s cock. She stiffened, then relaxed.
“Is that good, baby?”
She rose up on Emile, then dropped down hard, letting gravity do its work.
I ran my hands up her back, holding her in place so she couldn’t rock her hips over my pack mate like she wanted.
“Conor,” she whined.
“Don’t move, Lark,” I growled at her. Emile twitched his hips, and I nipped his shoulder. “Or you.”
I pulled away to swipe a clean knife from the kitchen, then returned, kneeling behind Lark so she was pressed between us.
“Baby, I’m going to cut you up,” I told her. When she moaned her agreement, I had to fist my cock, holding it tightly so I didn’t embarrass myself by coming all over her back right then and there.
Carefully, I drew the knife down her creamy skin, admiring the red seep of blood in two straight lines down her sides. She moaned as I cut her, throwing her head back and thrusting her gorgeous round tits into Emile’s face.
Emile indulged her, his full lips taking one of her nipples while he kneaded the other breast, digging hard enough into it with his fingers to bruise.
Lark moaned and lifted herself before slamming herself back down on his cock.
I smeared my fingers through the blood on her back, then cupped her tits, letting Emile suck my fingers clean as I plucked at her, each whine and gasp from our sweet omega driving me wild.
Emile gasped as she took him deep, her swollen pussy swallowing the hard knot of flesh at the bottom of his cock, then cried out in pain as it lodged behind her pelvic bone. They climaxed together, gasping and shivering as pleasure overcame them.
Lark dropped down on him, chest to chest, sobbing, babbling incoherently as he twitched his pelvis, drawing out her orgasm with his knot the way only an alpha could.
I drew my finger through her slick and slid it into her tight back hole.
She stiffened, then melted against Emile as I stretched her, dropping gentle kisses up and down the cuts on her back as I scissored my fingers inside her gorgeous round ass.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape while she was locked onto Emile, and goddess, if that wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing in the world.
I wouldn’t knot her, not like this, but I would fill her, give her the pleasure that two alphas could bring her, until Emile’s knot subsided.
“Conor,” she begged. “I need you, too.”
My heart melted to hear the words, to know that as mindless as she might be as an omega in heat, she wanted me, not just an alpha’s knot.
“Please,” she said, tears streaming down her face.
I positioned myself at her entrance, then carefully breached the tight ring of muscle, moaning at how good she felt wrapped around my cock, with Emile’s knot filling her pussy as she clenched around him, around us.
“Fuck, baby.”
Slowly, I pumped in and out, smearing her skin with blood, fucking her hard as she cried out in pleasure, Emile’s knot pressing against me as I jostled her over it.
Emile’s arms curled around her, holding her tight to his chest, whispering soft praise as I found my rhythm.
When her hips shoved back to meet mine, I sped up, fucking her harder and harder until she took every inch of me like the good little omega she was, crying and mewling and writhing as I pounded into her.
We both exploded with pleasure, bliss shattering through me like shrapnel as she squeezed my cock, and I collapsed over her, catching myself with my arms before I crushed her.
Carefully, Emile turned their bodies so we could hold her on our sides between us, his knot still stuck inside of her, still sending aftershocks of pleasure through our omega with every twitch and movement.
“Beautiful omeg— Lark. Gorgeous Lark. Perfect Lark,” Emile murmured, stroking her hair as she cried against his chest. “So generous and sweet, made so perfectly for us.”
Her breathing slowed, soft and sweet, and I exchanged a long look with my lover.
“She’s going to be insatiable when she wakes up.” I kissed her shoulder and pressed closer, throwing one leg over hers and draping my fingers over Emile’s waist.
“Good thing there’s nothing I want more than to spend the rest of our lives satisfying our sweet serial killer, then.”
“Good fuckin’ thing.”