25. Raven
Raven
Idrop through the open window and crouch in the pink bedroom with lace and a ridiculous amount of cat and ballerina statues. The air is still, and silence is pervasively whispering that the house is empty. But how can that be? I cock my head to the side and listen hard.
There is a feeling in the air where you can sense violence. Or maybe it’s just that I’m expecting it. It took far too long for those alphas to fall asleep. It’s almost dawn.
The old lady is not in her bed, and though the room is in pristine condition, there’s something off about it.
That’s the first sign. The second is that the bed is made. Whatever happened happened during daylight hours or early enough that she hadn’t even made it to bed yet.
I crouch down and look under the bed, half expecting to see a man in a bird skull mask and black clothes staring back, but there is nothing but dust bunnies and a forgotten pair of oversized granny panties.
The closest is similarly empty of people or corpses, but I’m impressed by her immaculate attention to detail with the folding and ironing of her dresses. On silent feet, I slip up to the bedroom door and turn the handle, pulling it open.
Again, everything in me expects him to be there. The fact that he’s not is both alarming and deeply disconcerting. Room by room, I search, but by the time I’ve cleared the whole house, they are gone without a trace. It’s like they got up and left.
Willingly.
Maybe they did.
But I don’t think so, I can feel the violence.
I check the garden and the garage.
The car is still there. I was hoping it wouldn’t be. I stand in the dark space between the little yellow bug and the bookshelf, wondering why there isn’t a single sign of where they have been or gone.
I’m out on the street, heading home, when I look back and see it. An egg smashed on the white door.
I stare at it, smiling grimly.
Good girl. She was taken, and she found a way to tell me. Damn it.
I take my time heading back and slip into the house, only to be shoved up against the wall, an arm pressed to my throat.
“Where have you been?” Rose growls.
“Checking leads.”
He snarls, his eyes glittering with malice. “Did you drug us?”
I shrug. “A little bit.”
Rose lets out one of those deliciously violent growls that always makes my heart stutter over itself.
“Raven!”
“Sorry?” I whisper with a little grin.
He growls again and this time whirls me around so I’m bent over the couch and slaps my ass so hard I yelp.
“Don’t.” Slap. “You.” Slap. “Ever.” Slap. “Do.” Slap. “That.” Slap. “Again.”
I just laugh, breathlessly, but it’s just so nice to see him lose his fucking mind. He spends far too much time being wound up and locked inside his head. I love unhinged, losing-his-shit Rose.
“Oh, baby, do it again. I didn’t learn my lesson.”
“Oh, I’ll teach you your lesson, all right.” He yanks down my pants and thrusts into me.
I squeal at the massive invasion and then, just to be an absolute bitch, I squeeze around him, tightening all my muscles until he is a groaning mess that collapses on my back.
“I think you love teaching me lessons, Alpha.”
“Why do you never fucking learn them?” he snarls and bites hard into my shoulder.
For a moment, I hope he will bond us, force that bond we yearn for so badly, but he doesn’t. I’m not even sure if he can bond me, but I hope he can. Rose just leaves a mark that is his on my body. A claiming, an announcement to any other alpha that I belong to him.
“Sage! Get your ass out here, we have a job to do.”
Oh! Two lessons. Excellent.
Rose drags himself out of me, and I wiggle my hips, knowing my ass looks amazing and that my puffy pussy lips will be glossy with slick.
The great thing about being a beta in an omega body?
I get some of the cool things like slick, but none of the heat.
My theory on it is slick is the body's natural response, while heats and scents are pheromones.
“If only I had a bond-” I simper.
His hand grips the back of my neck and squeezes until I’m frozen and whimpering. “Not another word about those, or you will find that I’m going to stop being so damn polite.”
“This is polite?”
“Yes,” he growls.
“Then I need to work harder.” I spread my legs and slide my hands up my ribs, scooping my T-shirt and bra up until my breasts hang loose. I pull at my nipples and whine, clenching and trying not to laugh, knowing exactly where his eyes are glued.
He slaps my ass hard, first one cheek, then the other. They burn and ache, but I love the pain. He thrusts in, burying his whole length in me in one hard move.
“Punish me, Daddy,” I mock.
He growls and grabs my hair. “You always have to push the line.”
“Of course, that’s the fun way to live.”
He drags his cock out of me. I swear, I can feel every vein and ridge on him, and then, with my back still arched from where he’s pulling my hair back, he thrusts in, slamming my thighs against the back of the couch.
I rock forward, the movement pulling my hair tight, causing a strangled scream to slip free.
I look up, feeling the heavy weight of eyes watching us and smile. “Hello, handsome.”
Sage pads across the room and shoves his pants down. By the time he gets to me, his cock with its purple tip is weeping pre-cum and is hard and aimed for my lips.
“Open up, baby.”
“Do you talk that sweet to everyone?”
He growls and grips my jaw, squeezing until I open my mouth. He pushes inside, then slides his hand around the back of my head and pushes me down onto his cock.
“Be a good beta and suck.”
It’s a good thing I’ve got a sense of humour. Raptor might castrate one or both of them for this. I love it. But then, the playfully aggressive fuck fests Rose and I normally indulge in have always pushed boundaries.
We’ve never played like this with a third before.
I suck hard, and Sage shouts as I drag my mouth off him.
“Fuck!” he sobs out and shoves me down on his cock again.
“She’s good, isn’t she? She loves having a cock between her lips. Loves one in her pussy, and she loves it in her ass. The harder the better.”
“If only you could keep up with me,” I say as I pull free. Saliva stretches from Sage’s cock to my lips, and I swallow the salty taste of him as I eye his slit. I want that back in my mouth, but he’s moved out of reach and is stroking it hard in his fist.
Fingers push into my ass, and I squeal, gushing all over Rose’s cock.
“I love the way you strangle my cock when I finger this pretty ass,” Rose growls out. “Raven, I think you might love my cock.”
“Any-”
His hand claps down on my ass. I clench around his fingers and cock, gasping.
“If you dare say any cock or alpha will do, I will punish you so hard you won’t be able to sit,” Rose snarls in a tone of pure jealousy and possession.
I bite my lower lip and look over my shoulder. “Promises, promises.”
“You and your mouth,” Rose growls. He pulls his fingers out of me and then pulls out of me completely. I’m left feeling empty and unfulfilled, which is just annoying.
He grabs me by the hair and drags me up against his chest. Carrying me around the couch. “I’m so fucking mad at you.”
“But you are so fucking happy to see me, too.”
He growls and bites my lower lip. “Yes. Yes, I am. You drive me insane.”
Roseland forces me down, and I scream in surprise as Sage fills my ass.
Rose shoves both of us back and sideways, climbing up, uncaring of the fact that he’s putting his entire weight on us, crushing Sage, crushing me.
He pushes his cock into me until I’m almost weeping.
I’m so overstimulated, and Sage’s hands are moving, pulling my leg out, giving them more room as they fill me completely.
“I can’t take any more, please.”
“Yes, you can. You should have thought about that earlier.”
“No, oh, please, I’m going to come.”
“Good. You be a good beta for once in your life and come on my cock, I want to feel it. Again and again. You keep coming until I tell you to stop,” he snarls. “You can think about how shitty we felt waking up and finding you gone.”
Rose has lost it, but I am here for it.
Sage chuckles in my ear, grabs my hands, and yanks them up, holding them tied above our heads, where I can’t touch or grab or stop them mauling me.
Rose’s teeth scrape over my breasts, pulling and biting my nipples until I’m howling. He digs them into the skin on my neck and chest until I’m covered in aching bruises, and all the while, he drives that cock in and out.
Sage holds us, his cock a massive, pulsing threat in the back of my mind. He doesn’t do anything but hold me for Rose to take out his aggression on. And he does. Over and over.
I scream his name. Clenching around him. Coming like he promised over and over. He is relentless and remorseless. He makes my body so sensitive it hurts, everything hurts, and the more it hurts, the more I want. I’m an addict.
He’s my fix.
“Rose, my Rose.”
“Shut up, Raven. You drug your alphas. Disappear. Go and do dangerous shit and then come back and tease and taunt. I should just walk away.”
“No, don’t walk, I need you. Come back, please,” I whine. I have no dignity left, no pride.
He drives back into me, and I arch, writhing against him.
“I’m sorry! It was important.”
He freezes, looking down at me. “You think I don’t know it was important?
Everything we do is important. I know you, Raven.
Fuck, I knew it was dangerous. I know you went alone because you forgot you can ask for help.
Raven, when are you going to remember that I’m here. I need you to need me!” he roars.
I stare at his enraged face, seeing past the anger to the fear. This fucking idiot.
“I do need you!” I scream back at him. “Aaron Roseland, my Rose, I need you alive. I need you free and safe. I need you to be the rock and the safe place and the home that’s waiting for me when I get free of the nightmare!
Don’t you understand? You are the one we trust completely, you are our safest place, our home, our hope. ”
He stares at me, and water gathers in his eyes. A tear falls onto my cheek, and another onto Sage.
Sage lets go of my hands and cups Rose’s cheek. “We need you, Rose. She wasn’t trying to scare you. She was trying to protect you.”
I scowl at this ridiculously dense alpha. Raptor and Kestrel push in so we’re all co-fronting. The approval floats from Jay and Dove. Merle’s happiness screams through us.
“Fuck this,” we say together and lunge up, sinking our teeth deep.
I don’t know how it happens, but suddenly, Rose has Sage’s upper arm in his mouth. I’ve got Rose’s shoulder, Sage has my neck, and a bond has partially snapped up.
Both of their knots force their way into me.
I scream and let go of Rose. He immediately bites me, and a hand is shoved into my mouth.
I bite down, tasting blood. Screaming as I convulse on the knots.
Sage roars, straining up, almost lifting the three of us off the couch, while Rose drives his cock into me, forcing his knot deeper, his body shaking.
He clenches his teeth, refusing to make a sound as he falls completely apart.
Every nerve is exploding, every part of me is breaking, shattering, and being remade.
Kestrel and Raptor fade away, leaving me with our alphas. The bond is barely there for me, but I could feel it when they were with me. I know it's there.
I hold onto Sage’s arm as they lazily move in me. Rose kisses me, but his kisses are soft and gentle now.
“If you say sorry or apologise, I’m going to kick you in the balls,” I growl in warning.
“I don’t regret anything, and I should. I know I should, but I can’t.”
“I have no regrets,” Sage whispers. “This feels right.”
I’ll have regrets later. Right now, I have alphas. And that’s more than I’ve ever had.