Chapter 15
Rage
It’s been a whole week after that sneaky omega got his hands on Silver, and I’ll be damned if the smug fucker isn’t gloating about it while we eat breakfast. Every morning, he comes downstairs absolutely stinking of Silver’s mouthwatering scent. Every morning, my brother and I have been forced to sit near him, inhaling their combined scents that declare what they’ve been doing without the use of words. Munro has been notably absent after the first morning, and Pace has opted to eat in his room, both equally as frustrated.
My brother and I are simply either gluttons for punishment or desperate for whatever we can get from Silver, because here we sit on a Saturday morning, a rare day off from work and school, and we’re still being punished by Silver’s absence and an omega that smells of everything we want.
“Wipe that grin off your face, you jackass. Just because you’re out of the doghouse doesn’t mean the rest of us are,” Haze snaps, unusually grumpy.
I glance at him, finding him frowning at Aero, who’s grinning widely at him like he doesn’t care if he’s seconds away from receiving a fist to the face. Make that two fists, because I’m a man walking a tightrope these days. If I have to endure listening to those sweet, little sounds Silver makes when she’s in the throes of pleasure, I’m going to lose my damned mind. I’ve lost count how many cold showers I’ve suffered through all week, each one resulting in taking my cock in hand and fucking myself until I’m spurting ropes of cum over the shower wall just for a second of relief. I want her, and badly enough that I’m envisioning every which way I can fuck her and bury my knot inside her for hours on end while I get myself off every damned night I have to listen to her coming around our omega’s cock.
Sadly for me, I’ve also discovered that omegas can go all fucking night, because no sooner have I found relief, I’m sporting another raging boner and listening to the sounds of the pair of insatiable omegas getting their jollies until all falls quiet and they pass out into sex-induced comas. All the while, I’m wide awake and restless, constantly thinking of Silver, my thoughts running on a loop until I fall into a restless sleep that does nothing to make me feel rested.
If I didn’t love Aero so much I’d fucking hate the bastard’s guts.
“You could try talking to her,” the smug, little prick quips, and I have to clench my fists to keep them where they are. I’ll land myself back in the doghouse with Silver, and I’ve only just escaped it. Not that it feels like it, because we’ve barely seen her since she agreed to forgive us.
While she was showering after the first time they spent the entire damned knight filling the house with their filthy sex sounds, Aero came downstairs reeking of sex and sugar, declaring, “So, she’s willing to give us all another chance. Let’s not blow it, yeah? I’m really liking having a girlfriend.” That was a week ago, and I still feel like I’m on her shit list despite being reassured every morning that I’m not. It would be more believable if it came from the omega I want and not the jackass internally gloating that he finally got her.
As it was, we’ve barely seen her all week. She’s either in school, holed up in her studio working on assignments, working at Raverz, or getting her brains fucked until they’re scrambled and she passes out. The only time we’ve seen her has been in passing, where she offers a smile before she disappears with a plate of food, or a drink, or whatever the hell else has her venturing through the rest of the house very briefly.
Glaring at Aero, I snap, “How are we meant to do that when you’re stealing all her time and fucking her brainless before we can have a single conversation with her?”
In his defense, Aero tries to mute the smile that almost breaks free. It’s the only reason he doesn't get a right hook that’s gearing to go. I’m so tightly wound that it won’t take but one wrong word before I start swinging and apologizing later.
“Is this you sweetly asking me to back off a little?” Aero wonders genuinely, even though there’s a teasing quality to his words. “Want me to give you guys some time with her once she’s back from shopping with Juno?”
“Yes,” Haze and I answer at the same time, forcing Aero to bite his lip to stop himself from smiling again.
Gods above, he’s testing my already limited supply of patience.
Holding his hands out in surrender, he finally confesses, “Okay, okay. I’ve been greedy, I’m sorry. She’s all yours as soon as she’s home.”
That finally happens two hours later.
Haze, Aero, and I are all lounging in the living room, a movie playing on the projector. Although, I can’t say I’ve been lounging at all. I’ve been as stiff as a board, waiting on pins for Silver’s return home. As for the movie? I couldn’t even tell you the title. I don’t know what the fuck is currently playing, nor do I give a shit when the front door finally opens and a bogged-down omega steps through the doorway with her arms loaded with countless bags and her messy bun unravelling as it slopes to the left.
Like the desperate idiot I’m starting to feel like, I’m out of my seat and rushing toward Silver before it’s even a cemented thought in my mind. I’m taking bags off her hands and unloading her tiny frame before the door is even shut behind her, and I receive a blinding grin for my efforts. It’s like the sun beaming at me, full and vibrant, and lacking any kind of animosity. It’s enough proof for me that she really is giving us another shot, wiping the slate clean and somewhat starting over.
Just like that, every irritant, frustration, and annoyance disappears in the next breath, that smile doing wonders to elevate my mood. I can barely remember what I was annoyed about, that smile filling every dark corner of my mind.
“My hero,” Silver snickers, brushing her wild hair from her face. “I’m convinced I was going to be taken out by a rogue shopping bag on the walk from the car to here. I just didn’t want to do a double trip. I also didn’t realize just how much I bought, but hey, therapy is important, right?”
My lips are twitching with a suppressed smile, but I nod anyway. “Retail therapy is probably the most expensive one there is.”
She points at me like I get it. “And that’s why it’s the best.”
I hear my brother and Aero laugh from the living room, and for the first time since I saw that tear fall from her face two weeks ago, I feel like things aren’t out of place. Everything around me seems to settle, the atmosphere switching in an instant with only a few words spoken from the omega I’ve been obsessing over.
Clearing my throat in an attempt to shake the bone-jarring relief that tries to take me out, I ask, “Where do you want these, Sunshine?”
That smile morphs into something sweeter, her entire face softening as her smile warms along with her eyes. A simple, little nickname, and the omega practically turns into a puddle, but I’ll be fucked six ways to Sunday if I don’t make a mental note of the reaction and swear to call her Sunshine any chance I get.
I’m so distracted by her that I almost miss it when she gently instructs, “Nest, please. I’m following right behind you with the rest.”
“I’ve got it,” my brother declares, damn near vaulting over the couch in his hurry to reach us and help. I can’t very well snicker at him with a mocking tone, either, because I’m pretty sure I just witnessed exactly how I looked when I ran over to help.
Silver grins once more. “Huh. Two heroes. I love that for me.”
Aero laughs as he steps toward her instead of the bags now being collected by my brother, and he wastes no time cupping her face gently and drawing her into a kiss that has her sighing as though she just entered the gates of heaven. I remember why I was so pissed now, and I find myself glaring at the back of Aero’s head like I wished it would blow up before checking myself.
Blinking my gaze away, my eyes connect with Haze, finding him doing exactly the same thing. I roll my eyes at him, and he finally smiles, likely feeling as ridiculous as me.
“Missed you,” Aero quietly confesses, and I can hear the truth in his words. Although it’s beyond frustrating having him occupy most of Silver’s free time, it’s obvious to anyone with eyes how attached he’s grown to the omega. Aero is never too far to where Silver might be, the clinger sticking close as though he’s afraid she’ll suddenly ditch him.
He clearly doesn’t see the way she reacts any time he’s near. With just one kiss, it’s like every stress of the day that had her body wound tight melts away, leaving a noodle-like omega in its place. I’d do anything to trade places with Aero, offering her that kind of relief and comfort.
Moreso when Silver smiles an adorably-sweet smile and whispers back, “Missed you, too. What did you get up to while I was gone?”
Aero drops one more kiss to her lips like he can’t help himself. Only when he’s got his fill does he pull back and answer, “Just busting the twins’ balls. Apparently, I’ve been monopolizing your time. I’ve been not-so-gently reminded that I have to share.”
Suddenly, my brother and I are the sole focus of that stare that holds so many emotions, feelings, and life. There’s enough vibrancy in one look alone that I can feel my heart rate spiking as my heart beats double time.
Haze smiles, I’m sure, trying to soothe the sudden worry that enters those pale-gray eyes. I, however, can’t help but watch her. It’s like I’m not even focused on the conversation, enamored with every look that passes over her beautiful face.
“I’m sorry,” she offers, smiling sheepishly. “Omegas are notoriously greedy. It wasn’t personal.”
Aero is snickering into her hand, amused as fuck. I don’t even care, because Silver smiled at us again, and I’m absolutely whipped already, because I nod in understanding and wink at her before turning and heading to her nest, hands loaded with bags while my brother carries the others.
I hear the two omegas behind us as we go, Silver keeping her promise to follow after us, and I don’t stop until I’m standing outside Silver’s door. She squeezes between Haze and me, her chest rubbing against my arm, and I have to swallow a groan and an even more embarrassing sound at a brief touch of her. My entire torso aches with the purr that tries to rattle out of my goddamned chest, and I grimace just as the door opens.
There’s no bottling the sound as soon as the scent hits me. Laced with sugar and sex, a sickly-sweet combination of both omegas, I’m knocked in the face with it so suddenly that there’s no stopping it. A purr I’ve only used to comfort my brother rattles through my ribcage and out of my throat before I can suppress it.
Shock renders me still, and my gaze snaps to Haze first, who looks as equally as stunned, then to Silver. I watch as her mouth pops open with an inaudible gasp, her eyes dilate until I can barely see the shine of her gray irises, and a shiver rocks through her whole body. A second later, she’s perfuming, her addictive scent filling the space around us, adding to the already bleeding aroma coming from her nest.
“Holy shit, Rage. Are you purring?” Aero suddenly blurts, breaking the charged tension that suddenly appears, and I’m forced to clear my throat and wrangle back the vibrating purr before I can answer.
“Shut up,” is what leaves my mouth, and I catch Silver biting back her smile from the corner of my eye, noting the flush in her cheeks and the softness of her face as she watches me walk into her nest without prompting. Over my shoulder, I ask, “Are we putting these anywhere or…?”
“The closet, please and thank you,” she answers instantly, shuffling past me with another brush of her body against my arm, and I damn near groan at the contact. Before I make a bigger idiot of myself, she leads us to the walk-in closet tucked away in the corner of her nest. I’m depositing the bags on the floor against the far wall mindlessly, eyeing everything around me.
For such a big closet, there’s hardly anything in here. A bare island in the middle of the room with drawers I wonder are full or not. A few dresses hanging on hangers, outfits I recognize from spending a couple of free nights at Raverz just to see Silver tucked away in see-through covers, neatly folded shirts and shorts stacked in tidy piles on a dresser, several pairs of well-worn and clearly loved shoes stacked on a shoe rack beside it. I spy a few purses and a tattered backpack, a small bowl of jewelry, and a mannequin head wearing a pair of shades, but nothing more than that.
“Shocked?” Silver asks from beside me, and I only just hide the way I startle at her close proximity. She must have sneakily moved when I was distracted by the lack of belongings. “Don’t answer that. I can tell by your face that it’s not what you expected.”
I don’t bother denying it, because I am shocked. Sure, I’ve already been informed that Silver doesn’t splash her money around like I originally thought. What she does spend is on food or transport, and I discovered through Aero that the house was paid for by her grandmother. The only big spend Silver has made was on the cherry-black Ducati I’ve been eye fucking since we arrived here. But hearing and seeing are two different things, and despite my knowledge, it still stuns me to see the lack of overwhelming amounts of belongings. In fact, now that I think of it, the house is quite bare in terms of things, personal touches, and knick-knacks you’d find in a home.
Shrugging, I answer honestly and without judgement for the first time. I mean, I’ve fully learnt my lesson after the last time. It also helps that Silver proves how wrong I was every single day, my observations of Silver spending money coming up very short. The only time I’ve seen her spend anything is for takeout every now and then, and that’s only when she forgets she hasn’t eaten and lacks the energy to cook. “Just caught me off guard.”
“Because I’m stinking rich and you thought the closet would prove it, or because I’m a girl and shopping is in our blood? Or because omegas are notorious for hoarding?” she quips, taking no offense, seeming to enjoy our little back and forth.
Lips twitching, I tease, “All of the above.”
Laughing, she moves aside just as Haze and Aero step into the closet, each of them having the same reaction as I did. Aero voices his shock a little more colorfully than I did, though. “Where the hell is all the shit? You know, all the clothes you fancy, rich people are always buying? I was expecting a fashion show.”
Silver and I share a look full of amusement, and my chest warms almost to the point of pain, elation thrumming through my veins to have a single moment shared between us.
When she looks away, it feels like a physical loss, and I have to force myself to get my shit together as she replies to Aero fondly. “I mean, all the shit that was meant to be mine was all bought by my parents, so I left it all at their house when I ran to Meemaw’s. What I have now was bought out of the money I earned working at Raverz. But if you still want a show, I bought plenty today, because Juniper is a closet enabler and pushed me to buy most of this shit. I don’t even know if I’ll wear most of it, so I imagine I’ll be returning it.”
My respect for the bright and sunny omega doubles, and I lean against a dresser with my arms crossed over my chest. Haze mirrors my position now that he’s free of his own bags, watching Silver just as closely as I am.
“Hell, yeah. We’re having a damned show before you return it, then. I want to see what you look like in a dress,” Aero teases, striding over and gripping her hips, jiggling her side to side with a grin she laughs at. “We’re gonna sit out in your nest, I’m going to play music from my cell, and I’m going to enjoy my omega trying on her fancy new things.”
And so that’s how my twin and I find ourselves lounging in Silver’s nest with ridiculous music blaring while Silver pops out of her closet every few minutes, showcasing her new clothes that we all dramatically ooh and aah at, causing her to laugh and roll her eyes before changing into something new.
We’re halfway into a dress reveal, a slinky, black number that looks completely out of sorts on Silver. Not that she doesn’t look stunning in it, but I realize I’ve never seen Silver in black other than this very moment.
“It’s not me,” she complains once more, wrinkling her nose as she peers down her body at the figure-hugging material, the neckline dipping low enough to reveal a whole lot of cleavage I’m trying not to stare at. “I’m pretty sure this is Juno’s, because there’s no way I would have chosen a little black dress while of sound mind.”
“You look hot, though,” my brother notes, whistling lowly when she rotates to show it off.
“Damn fucking straight,” Aero agrees heartily, and I bite my lip to suppress the snicker I almost release when I catch him practically eye fucking her where she stands in a pair of killer heels and her messy bun the embodiment of chaos.
Before she can answer, the music cuts off before Aero’s cell starts ringing, and he groans as he peers down at the screen, reluctantly taking his eyes off Silver. When he curses and sends Silver an apology-filled look, she swats the air at him and laughs. “Answer it. It’s fine. I’ll just show off the rest of this shit to the twins.”
Groaning, Aero scrambles out of his seat, rushes over to her and kisses her quickly before answering the call. “Low, man. What’s up?”
I hear Lowie Ledger's voice from the other end, but his words are lost on me, my focus still on Silver.
“I haven’t had a chance to play it yet. I’ve been distracted by a certain bubblegum baddie,” Aero snorts, winking over at Silver before he leaves the nest and shuts the door after himself, leaving just Haze and me.
The moment the omega is gone, Silver’s shoulders drop and she groans pitifully, reaching behind her for the zipper of the dress that doesn’t hold her personality. “So, I’m absolutely not showing off more clothes. As fun as it was, and as much as I didn’t want to disappoint him, I’m done. My entire body is aching like a total bitch. Juniper is a shopping psycho, and I’ve been on my feet for the past five fucking hours already.”
Haze laughs while I remain content to watch her, and says, “How about we hang out with food and movies instead? Our treat.”
Silver playfully sobs, still trying to reach her zipper. “That sounds like heaven.”
“Alright, gorgeous. I’ll go place an order while you get into comfy clothes. Want anything in particular?” he asks, standing from his seat, leaving me alone in the nest of pillows and cushions I could easily fall asleep in.
“Anything that sounds good to you guys,” she replies, smiling with relief at my brother, before disappearing into the closet.
When she’s gone, Haze looks down at me with a raised eyebrow. “Burgers and fries?”
I nod, my stomach growling with approval. “Make sure you order for Aero, too. You know he’ll pitch a fit if he finds out we had burgers and fries without him.”
Snorting, Haze throws me a thumbs up and leaves to place an order for takeout. I’m alone in the nest for all of two minutes before I hear a feminine grunt and a colorful streak of curse words coming from the closet.
Sitting up in my seat, I watch the doorway before calling, “Sunshine, you good?”
I’m met with silence before a long, tired sigh, followed by Silver confessing, “I’m stuck in the stupid, slutty funeral dress. I need help.”
I close my eyes and fight my laughter, rising and carefully stepping into the closet, only to find Silver in a bit of a state. My laughter leaves me in a roar of hilarity when I see one arm sticking over the dress, the sleeve tucked beneath one armpit, while the right arm remains safely inside the other. The zipper is stuck halfway down her back, the dress still cinched at her waist too tight to wriggle out of without breaking something, and she looks totally flustered as she stands there with her hair a mess and a fierce scowl that eases the longer I laugh.
“Sorry,” I mutter, wiping a hand over my face, even as a few more chuckles escape me. “Come here. I’ll get you out of there.”
Without a word, Silver tiptoes to where I stand, turning her back to me with a desperation that makes me snort.
“It’s not funny,” she gripes, though it doesn’t come out as sternly as she likely meant for it to.
I’m grinning when I say, “To you, probably not. To me? I’m still finding it difficult not to laugh again. Wish I’d taken a photo to look back on.”
“Asshole alpha,” she breathes, right before she giggles and groans. “I knew this dress was a mistake.”
“It does look good on you,” I admit, my knuckles brushing the bare skin of her back when I reach for the zipper. Silver shivers against me, and I’m sure she perfumes slightly, but I can’t be sure. The entire nest smells like her, so I could be delusional. Ignoring it for now, I begin my mission to rescue her from the dress, confessing, “But it’s definitely not you, Sunshine.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, too,” she agrees, sighing when my skin connects with hers in a gentle caress as I wrangle the zipper free.
“There. All free,” I mutter, running my knuckles up her spine without much thought to it.
When I realize what I’m doing, I go to pull back, feeling mortified. That is, until Silver moans softly and mutters, “That feels nice. My back and shoulders are killing me after the shopping day of hell Juno put me through. Who knew the girl could spend money the way she did?”
Eyebrows drawing down in concentration, I decide to pamper her a little, since she’s enjoying my touch. I shuffle a little closer and reach for her shoulders, careful not to put too much pressure on her sore spots, but enough that she groans and damn near melts into a puddle at my feet. When my thumbs dig into a particularly good spot, Silver moans loudly, and she leans into my touch. Only, she leans a little too close, and the erection that sprung up at the first sound of her pleasure brushes along the curve of her ass.
We both freeze, my hands still all over her, and my breath catches in my chest while I wait for whatever reaction I’m about to receive.
I’m expecting an awkward laugh, a gentle brush off before pretending it never happened, that she didn’t feel my raging hard-on rub against her, only I’m shocked when Silver turns and peers up at me from beneath her eyelashes, my hands still touching the warmth of her skin. Her pupils are slightly dilated, just like they had been when I purred, and suddenly, my chest is vibrating as if one look from the omega can command it into existence.
I’m as still as stone, watching and waiting, unsure of what to expect. It’s certainly not Silver’s hand wrapping around my neck while she pulls me into a hard, greedy kiss, but I’ll be damned to the eighth circle of hell if that’s not exactly what I receive.
It takes a moment for my short-circuiting brain to finally come back online, and my purr grows louder as soon as I frame Silver’s face with my large hands and kiss her back with just as much vigor and enthusiasm, swallowing her moan as quickly as it appeared.
“Well, that looks tastier than any burger or fry I want to eat,” my brother’s voice suddenly comments, and I part from Silver’s searching lips for only a moment, my gaze connecting with his for a split second before Silver is kissing me again, like she can’t help it.
That one look is enough, though. The matching heat in my twin’s eyes cements the direction which this fashion show has taken, and I don’t bother fighting it. I want Silver too much to even try.
So, with renewed energy, I tilt Silver’s face at a better angle, and I fucking devour her the way I’ve been dying to since the moment I realized how much I liked her.