Chapter 12 #3
His jaw clenched, a muscle in his cheek fluttering. It was completely natural to lean forward and kiss that tortured cheek. “She said she’d never want a used up mess like me. That no one would.”
“You are not a used up mess,” I breathed, my voice emerging as quiet as the rain, tears sliding hot down my cheeks. “And I want you.”
His throat bobbed, his gaze fixed on the garden. “Shit, warrior, you’re gonna make me cry.”
“Good. Misery loves company.”
His snort made me smile, and then we were both smiling, something tender passing between us.
It made absolutely no sense that Sweetie was my mate, and Tybalt wasn’t.
He was an echo of my soul, my strength, my pain, and he was a snarky fucker as a nice little bonus.
There was nothing used up or messy about him that wasn’t used up and messy about me. Nothing I didn’t like about him.
“You’re here now,” I said, softening when his gaze returned to me, fine rain clinging to his lashes, making him a beautiful conundrum of harsh and gentle, brutal and tender-hearted. “You found your family, found Prodigy.”
“Yeah. Bunch of bastards, the lot of them, but they’re decent people.”
There was a thickness to his voice, a tight squeeze of emotion that I wanted to soothe. So I asked, “Is his name really Barclay?”
“Oh, yeah. Big time.”
“Like the bank?” I pressed, heavy on the judgement.
He snorted. “His parents were huge fans of finance.”
“Aren’t we all?” I drawled. “I love finance. Money is my favourite thing.”
His laugh was richer, deeper this time. It rippled through his chest into mine, relief easing a knot from my heart. “You and me both, warrior. Imagine how many books you could buy with a whole bank’s worth.”
I widened my eyes. “Imagine how many torture devices you could buy.”
He squeezed my waist. “Stop flirting with me. Torture devices turn me on.”
“Doesn’t surprise me,” I replied flippantly. “You do have my buyer locked up somewhere to cut him into pieces after all.”
“Mmm.” He pulled me closer, fitting out bodies together, the hard length of an erection gracing my lower belly. “And you just love that, don’t you, warrior?”
I scoffed. “No.”
“You keep mentioning it.”
“Because I’m disturbed by it.”
“Because torture turns you on too, doesn’t it, Miraya?” he purred and, oh, that voice was deadly. A slow, silken caress that I felt against my skin, against my core.
“Only if they deserve it,” I answered, a little breathy. Rain continued to fall, but I was burning hot, my skin on fire, my temperature spiking so high that I whimpered.
I didn’t feel Tybalt’s hand move, but suddenly his palm was on my neck, fingers splayed over my pulse. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured.
“Keep rubbing that cock against me and I’ll let you know.”
He huffed out a laugh. “I meant your heat, warrior. Your temperature’s soaring, your pupils are dilated as fuck, and your pulse is quick.”
“Good to know, Doc.”
His expression flattened, dark brows in a line above them, but he said, “God, I love it when you get smart with me. Are you going into heat right now? Do you want your nest?”
“I don’t want to go back inside yet,” I admitted. I needed the rain, the air, needed the way the haze around us amplified his scent until it overwhelmed all my senses with sweet burning fire.
“Alright, warrior,” he soothed, eyeing the garden, searching for something I didn’t have enough thought process to care about. A cramp struck through my lower belly, and I whimpered. “I’ll give you something to take the edge off, but then we need to get you in your nest. Okay?”
“Fine,” I muttered.
“You remember your heat plan?”
I sighed, annoyed when he let go of me. “When it gets too bad to handle, I’ll call Prodigy on my phone, and you’ll both come and fuck me so hard I forget my name.”
His laugh was loud, full, beautiful. “That’s about the measure of it, yeah. I already got you stocked up with water, food, and electrolyte shit.”
“Don’t care.” I grabbed his wrists and put his hands back on my body, my lashes fluttering in relief when he ducked to pick me up. My legs circled his waist like we’d done this a hundred times.
“Yeah, well, I care. Can’t have you getting dehydrated and passing out, can we? Gotta keep you healthy so you can sass me the moment you regain brain function.”
“I’ll ass you right now,” I offered eagerly.
“I said sass and we both know it.”
I let out a surly whine, resting my head on his shoulder, my nose to his neck as he carried me across the garden, the rain a veil around us, refreshing and cool against my heated skin. “I’ve never had anyone in my ass before,” I said conversationally.
His steps faltered for a moment. “Jesus fuck, warrior. You trying to off me?”
“I never trusted anyone enough for that.” I rubbed my cheek against his neck. “I trust you, though. Both of you.”
“You asking for something in particular, Miraya?”
“Both,” I answered without hesitation. “You and Prodigy. Inside me at the same time.”
My whole body shuddered as I thought about it, imagining them moving at once, making me completely theirs, all three of us connected. A deep, quivering pulse went through me, so strong it was like a mini-orgasm.
“That’s the heat talking,” Tybalt replied, gravelly and soft at once.
“Nah, we’re both on board with DP. Me and my omega. We agree it’s a great idea and we should do it right now.”
Tybalt groaned. My clit was swollen and aching, and his steps shifted me against him, adding enough stimulation to make my toes curl.
I whined when he set my feet on the ground, a full omega whine not the half-whines I’d been fighting back all day.
“Shh,” he soothed, tucking loose strands of hair behind his ears as he knelt on the path beside the stone shed he’d leaned me up against. I barely noticed it, too consumed with the sight of Tybalt on his knees for me. The last time I saw him kneel, he was beating my abuser.
My purr was so sudden and loud that my ribs shook. Tybalt glanced up at me, the sharp edges of his face gentled by surprise. “You’re a good alpha,” I told him, reaching down to pet his face.
His eyes slid shut, his chest expanding with a rough breath. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I liked watching you punch that bastard.”
“He’s going to suffer for a long, long time,” he promised in a darker tone that made my heartbeat quicken.
“Can I watch?”
Tybalt grunted, reaching down to adjust his cock in his dark jeans. “We’ll see. Not sure I’ll handle having my omega close to that piece of shit very well.”
My purr obliterated all other sounds. “Again. Call me that again.”
His palms slid up my legs, slowing the higher they explored until his fingers hooked in the waistband of my leggings.
I held my breath when he tugged them down, the sudden silence raising goosebumps on my arms. The way his eyes locked on mine lent the moment a heavy significance. Pleasant, like a weighted blanket.
“My omega,” Tybalt said in a gritty voice. He pressed a kiss to my hip bone and I melted against the stone wall, my purr stuttering back to life.
“Not so loud, warrior. I don’t want anyone to find us before you drown me in your cum.”
I bit my lip, trying to keep my noises contained, but a loud moan escaped when he grazed a slow kiss to my clit, my nerve endings throbbing and pleading. I was so worked up, my entire body quivering, that when he swirled his tongue over my clit and took it inside his mouth, I came instantly.
It was so intense, so immediately good, and my knees weakened. Tyb caught me, pinning me against the wall and sucking me in long, slow pulses that made my hips jolt and shudder, the throbs inside me so much more intense.
“That’s my girl,” he said when I stopped shaking. “That’s my omega.”
“Alpha,” I rasped, so hot I wanted to crawl out of my skin.
“I know, warrior. I’m far from done with you. Take a deep breath for me.”
I only realised I hadn’t been breathing when I parted my lips and sucked down cold, rain-laced air.
“Hands on my shoulders,” he ordered. “If you feel yourself falling, hold onto me.”
His hands glided up and down my hips, and my need spiked. Sweat beaded on my forehead.
“Omega,” he said with a faint rasp of a growl. “What did I say?”
I moved my hands to his shoulders. He rewarded me with a long, decadent lick through my centre, tracing circles around my clit but without ever touching. I was so slick that it dripped onto the path, and Tybalt groaned like I was the finest delicacy he’d ever eaten.
I dug my fingernails into the shoulders of his jacket, dimpling the leather when he stroked two fingers through my heat and plunged them inside me, my pussy greedily sucking him with ripples that felt so good I couldn’t think.
“Knot,” I whined, writhing as another climax built, so fast that my eyes crossed.
“No, warrior.” He spoke against my sensitive nerves, kissing my clit between words. “When I give you my knot, you’ll be in your nest, not pushed up against a fucking shed.”
I would have complained if he hadn’t moved his tongue against me in rapid, mind-melting flicks. His fingers curled inside me, turning me into a shuddering, blissed-out mess in seconds.
This orgasm lasted twice as long as the first. I had to gasp down air, turning my face up into the rain, my bottom tip tortured between my teeth as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body.
I held onto him as he ordered, scratching his leather jacket as his fingers refused to slow, his mouth fixed to my pussy like it would never leave.
“Alpha,” I rasped, struggling to recall his name, not even knowing my own. “Alpha, please.”
He purred, a sudden thrum of noise that hit my clit and made my toes curl. Another release rippled through me, turning my thoughts inside out. I couldn’t even remember what I’d been pleading for.
He knelt there at my feet and stroked and purred me through three more, until I blinked away the sheen of rain on my eyelashes and realised I could think again.
“Tybalt,” I rasped, and wondered if I’d stayed quiet or if everyone knew what we were doing out here in the garden.
He dragged his tongue in a broad swipe up my centre, drinking down my slick, and then peered up at me. “Back with me?”
“Shit, you’re a mess,” I groaned, pushing back his hair, looking at where my need and pleasure shone on his face, a drop dripping from the corner of his mouth. His tongue darted out and claimed it as he held eye contact. I shuddered.
“Fuck yeah,” he replied, his voice low and full of gravel. “Love the way you mess me up, warrior.”
He pulled my leggings and underwear back up my legs, then rose to his feet slowly, never once removing his hands from my body as if he wasn’t sure my legs could hold me up. I wasn’t sure either.
“I should warn you,” he said in a delicious rumble, “I think I’m addicted to the taste of your pussy, and I can never give you up now. You’re mine for life.”
“That seems… optimistic. You never know what could happen. We might fight horribly and learn to hate each other.”
“Nah, I’m a mate for life kinda guy.” He kissed me, chaste but enough for me to taste myself on his lips. A hot rush went down my whole body, and I knew the next time the heat took me, it wouldn’t let me go until it broke.
“So you’re just… going to keep me forever?” I asked sceptically.
“Yeah. Got a problem with that?”
A smile broke across my face. “No.”
He kissed me again. “Good. And so we’re clear, you’re ours, not just mine. You’re our girl, our omega, and it’s every bit as permanent as a mate bond.”
So much emotion rushed to my eyes, making them sting, and my throat, making it close up. All I could do was nod.
“And if you even think about letting another man eat that pussy like I just did, I will kill him. And it won’t be quick.
It will be slow, and he’ll wish he’d never been born.
The same goes for another woman. Alpha, beta, omega—I don’t give a shit what designation they are, they don’t touch my omega. Understand?”
My lashes fluttered, and the swoon was so severe this time that I swayed into him. “Yes, alpha,” I murmured, my lips finding the strong pulse in his throat and laying a kiss there.
“Good girl.” He knocked my legs from under me and swept me up against his chest, startling a purr from me. “Now let’s go find Prodigy and torture him with the taste of that sweet pussy on my tongue.”