Chapter 16
Miraya
Iwas tempted to throw a full omega tantrum when I got to Prodigy’s office and found it empty of my alphas.
Their scents hung in the air, but the room was empty.
I reined in the epic sulk, because I was a grown woman without the excuse of a heat anymore.
And then I crossed the compound to the door I’d been warned to stay away from at all costs.
“Hey, hey, hey,” a leather-clad biker interrupted me right on cue as I headed towards the glossy black door. Probably painted that colour to hide the bloodstains. “You can’t go in there.”
Devil stepped in front of me, familiar enough that I didn’t immediately knee him in the balls, but I didn’t know quite what to make of him.
Mostly, I’d seen him brooding in the rec room, staring into a pint as if it held the answers of the universe.
He had unkempt, long hair a pale shade of blonde, and soulful eyes that always seemed a little wounded even when he was pissed off.
Tyb was usually the one doing the pissing off.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Alright then,” I agreed, a little cocky, a lot smug. “Stop me.”
I stepped around him and headed for the door, and he bit back a groan turned growl. I’d put my marks on the throats of the president and enforcer of his boy band, and he couldn’t do shit to stop me. We both knew it.
“Tyb will fucking kill me if I let you in there,” he protested, jogging to catch up to me. “Have some mercy, Mira.”
I slid a glance at the alpha, not proud to say I enjoyed scaring him. “Miraya.”
“Have some mercy, Miraya. Please. He’ll cut my balls off and use them to strangle me.”
“Oof.” I aimed a wince in his direction. “Better say your goodbyes and make the most of the time you have left with your precious jewels.”
He groaned, jumping in front of me to block the door. His hands remained very pointedly at his sides, like he knew grabbing me was a bad idea for three reasons. Tyb would have his balls, Prodigy would break his nose, and I’d finish the job. “I can’t let you in there. You don’t understand—”
“There’s a guy strung up, being tortured daily?” I batted my lashes. “You’re right, I’m just a sweet, sheltered little omega.”
“Jesus, you’re a female Tybalt.”
I grinned. “Thank you very much.”
Devil muttered something rapid under his breath. Was he… praying?
“Good luck, buddy,” I said, and slipped around him, pulling the door wide enough to slip through.
His prayers rose in volume as I descended the set of dark stairs on light feet, a giddy thrill in my belly when Tybalt’s voice floated up to me, followed by Prodigy’s.
My way was lit by a single lightbulb, and then when I reached the bottom, two other bare bulbs dangling from the concrete ceiling.
Prodigy whipped around to see who’d disturbed them, Tybalt already glaring as he faced the steps.
It did my bruised soul wonders to watch that scowl instantly soften, to see his eyes crinkle as he smiled.
“Hi,” I said, jumping off the bottom step.
“Hi, warrior,” Tyb replied with a little laugh, the creases settling deeper around his eyes. “Didn’t I tell you not to come to this place?”
I widened my eyes. “Did you? I had hazy heat brain, remember?”
“Yeah, a likely fucking story.”
I beamed up at Prodigy when he closed the distance between us, his hand splaying over my hip, a kiss finding my forehead. “This is no place for a ray of light, Miraya.”
I shrugged. “Thought I’d brighten the place up a bit. Oh, and I think I scared the shit out of your… driver?”
“Road captain,” Devil huffed, his shoes scuffing the steps as he neared. “I tried to stop her.”
Tyb snorted. “How did that work out for you?”
“I warned her you’d have my balls, and she told me to say my goodbyes.”
Prodigy’s laugh rumbled through the room, his thumb stroking my waist. “It’s fine, Devil. Keep your balls, and close the door behind you.”
I pressed my face to Prodigy’s shoulder, my smile impossible to contain.
I’d half expected them to convince me to leave, but even as the pitiful bastard strung up on the wall across from us moaned, my alpha’s grip never lessened on me.
He seemed to be gulping down my scent, like I greedily soaked up his.
“Missed you, Miraya,” Prodigy said, like he’d read my mind and knew what I was going to say.
I lifted my head just enough to kiss him, slow and tender but still scorching hot, because everything my alphas did was hot.
“Hey, where’s my kiss?” Tybalt demanded.
I crooked my finger at him, a little breathless as Prodigy’s kisses continued down my jaw and across my throat. “Right here.”
Tybalt groaned as our lips connected, and my greedy fingers curved around his neck, skimming lightly over the bites on each side.
He moaned, grabbed a handful of my ass, and wrapped the other hand around my throat where his bite could be right now.
Tybalt fucked my mouth with his tongue. I was starting to suspect all his kisses were filthy and lascivious, not a single one of them chaste and understated.
The mess of bloodied flesh hanging from the wall groaned again, stealing my attention for a moment before Tybalt’s fingers gripped my chin, keeping all my focus on him as he sucked on my tongue and made my whole body shudder.
“I want your marks,” I panted when we were forced to break for air. I looked from him to Prodigy, who watched us with dark-eyed hunger and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “I want your bites. Right now.”
“You’re a hundred percent sure?” Prodigy asked, stroking my hip.
“A hundred percent,” I insisted, still catching my breath. “I’ve never found anyone I liked before let alone—” I cut that word off real quick, but Prodigy wasn’t having it.
“Let alone what?” he pressed, his eyes darker, intent, fixed on me.
“I might… have feelings for you,” I told him, told them both.
“Good,” Tybalt grunted, running the pad of his thumb over my pulse. “Because I’m completely and obsessively in love with you. I’m not joking when I say I’m never letting you go.”
My smile was a force of nature, impossible to contain. “I’m okay with that. I want to be where you both are.”
“Hence you’re in a torture basement,” Prodigy said with a wry smile, brushing an achingly sweet kiss to my mouth.
“Nah, I came here for fun. This is what I do on Friday nights.” I waved a hand at the hanging man, at the blood pooling on the floor under him.
Prodigy’s laugh filled the room, so warm and rich and deliciously sexy that I swayed closer, wanting to feel the reverberations of that laugh in my body.
“This isn’t a short-term thing for me,” I said when the amusement settled. “I’m serious about this, about you. If you think it was just for my heat, it’s not. And I know it’s batshit insane—”
“Literally my middle name,” Tyb drawled.
“But I can’t imagine myself liking anyone else.
Ever. I don’t care how soon it is. You—” I took a deep breath, made myself be brave.
“You feel like my mates. Like we’re the ones who are destined and meant to be.
I don’t want to let that go. As you can probably tell by the amount of marks I left on you,” I added wryly.
They were both purring before I’d even finished speaking.
“There’s space for more,” Prodigy said, kissing me. “I’d happily cover every inch of my skin in your bites. Overlap them until there’s no spot left that isn’t yours or Tyb’s. Whose middle name is not batshit insane. It’s Glenn.”
“Glenn,” I repeated.
“Hey,” Tyb protested, grabbing a fistful of Prodigy’s red hair and pulling roughly. “I told you that in confidence, motherfucker. And at least my name’s not something douche-y like Brad.”
I grinned. Prodigy’s expression sharpened with a dangerous warning that made me press my thighs together.
“Barclay Brad,” I said, testing it out. “Do your parents hate you?”
“No,” he huffed, affronted. “They love me very much, and as a matter of fact they nag me at least once a day to meet you.”
My eyes got all big. He’d told his parents about me?
“My mum wants to meet you, too.” Well, she wanted to meet my mate, but fuck that.
Tyb and Prodigy were my real mates. It would be fun to shock her with a buy one get one free deal.
Less fun when my cousins and aunties found out I had two men, but those vipers could suck it.
“Help,” a blood-thick voice croaked, ruining the golden glow of the moment.
I turned to my buyer. He dangled on the grey wall, his blood staining the bricks, the floor, and what remained of his clothes. “Can you shut the fuck up? I’m asking my alphas to mark me, and you’re ruining our romantic moment.”
When I sighed and turned back around, Tybalt was grinning like a fool and Prodigy’s eyes were so soft they made my stomach flutter.
“You’re not sickened at all by this?” Prodigy asked, waving a hand at the bloodied sack of meat.
I shrugged. “He deserves it. I’d definitely object if Tyb was torturing someone innocent.”
Tybalt’s groan was disproportionate to my remark. He pulled me back against him, thrusting his erection against the softness of my ass. “Say it again.”
“His name,” Prodigy clarified when I gave him a confused look.
“Tyb,” I said, letting my voice turn silken and sensual. “Tybalt.” He dropped his head against my shoulder with a grunted curse, and I dealt the final blow. “Alpha.”
“Give me one second,” he said in a husky voice, “and I will fuck you so good your pretty eyes will cross. Just gotta shut this fucker up first.”
Cold rushed into my back when he peeled away, the places he’d held me tingling, asking for more. I leaned against Prodigy to watch Tyb cross the room and grab what I bizarrely thought was a stick blender. It took me a moment to realise it was electrified.
Prodigy’s arms came around my waist as we watched his enforcer approach my abuser. “You are such a rare treasure,” he said in an intimate voice. “I love how you don’t shy away from Tyb’s bloodlust, but you might want to look away, sweetheart.”