Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Silva
Everything is covered in snow. It’s been snowing for three goddamned days, and I have cabin fever. I’m not used to being home for this long, regardless of how long I’ve been in Colorado.
It never sucks any less.
I’ve read books on my e-reader, watched movies, and napped. I am over it.
Syrus, Isidro, Harlan, and Kyren have turned a large area of my basement into a gym. Not that I mind, I haven’t had much use for it. I keep saying I’ll do something with the space, and never do. A gym works just as well.
They’ve been sparring, lifting weights, doing crunches, jumping jacks, and all sorts of other things.
I also ran on the treadmill, but that eventually got boring and exhausting.
I’d rather run outside. At one point, I very happily curled up in a corner to watch them.
They make yummy eye candy, and I said as much as they looked amused at me.
Now, I’m fucking tired of being inside!
“Hey Princess, come with me,” Kyren says, grabbing my hand.
“What?” I pout, bored out of my mind.
“Mi amor,” Izzy chuckles, pulling me away from Kyren. “I’m sorry you’re tired of being inside. Hopefully it’ll stop snowing soon.”
“I’m about to run around outside just for some fresh air,” I sigh. “I wish I had thought to screen in the front porch. Now it’s too late.”
“Maybe not,” Kyren says, pushing Izzy and I toward the back of the house.
“What does that mean?” I ask, thinking he’s crazy.
“You’ll see,” he says.
I worked like crazy right up until the snowstorm. I’ve barely been home, and I got roped into helping with some things in town.
They could have done anything to the house while I’ve been gone and I’d have no idea because I rarely go out onto the back porch. My kitchen looks out at the side of my yard, and the guys take out the garbage. There’s been no reason recently for me to go to the backyard.
They’ve also taken up feeding the fire with wood from the stocked area out back.
What are they up to?
I’m wearing fuzzy socks, and a sweatsuit to stay warm, despite the fire and the heater being on. The house just needs all of the extra layers as it ages.
Kyren opens the back door out onto the porch and I see Harlan smirking as he turns on another outdoor heater. It’s cozy even as the cold air drifts through a newly installed screen…
“When did you manage to do this?” I ask, taking everything in.
There’s a large porch swing, a couch that looks a lot like a bed, and cute woven blankets and a comforter tossed over the ends.
“While you were at work,” Harlan says, kissing my forehead. “I’m going to start dinner with Syrus. Work out your frustrations, baby.”
Huffing out a laugh, I shake my head as I stand outside with a relieved sigh. I’m the girl who used to love standing out on the porch during lightning storms to rate the different strikes. Lexi would scream when the transformers would blow and the sky would turn green from it, while I would cheer.
I’m not made to be stuck inside, even if I do work in a bar.
“Thank you,” I breathe happily.
It’s just warm enough to be comfortable out here, and my socked feet aren’t wet. Life is good.
Picking me up, Izzy walks to the couch to snuggle me. The view of the woods and snow just hit differently outside, and Kyren joins us as he pulls a weighted blanket over us.
“The white shit is so much prettier outside than inside,” I mutter.
Izzy chuckles, pulling me closer.
“You were going insane. There was pacing, sighing, and then pouting. It was time to pull out the big guns, baby,” he says.
“Ugh. Being inside for this long reminds me of the Henderson estate. We were robots, and told where and when we could do things. It’s why I didn’t want to think about the storm earlier,” I sigh. “I knew that I’d be forced inside for days at a time.”
“What was it like?” Izzy asks, kissing my forehead.
“It was a fucked up training sector to create the perfect omega. Instructions on how to never anger an alpha, not to look them in the eye for too long because it was a form of aggression, but there was also sex education, and being taught how to satisfy an alpha were prominent in the lessons,” I grumble.
“We were arm candy, so we had etiquette lessons for how to properly eat and drink.
Embarrassing whoever was going to buy us was anathema.
Three years of training, with routines and long days.
There were betas that were in charge of us and they were sugary sweet, but there was steel behind their commands.
“They would ignore any complaints and talk over us when we first arrived. We didn’t want to be Stepford Omega Barbies. The omegas in our group were all as disoriented as we were, and we slowly lost our will to fight as the days went on. There was nowhere to run, and the guards all had guns.”
“What would they do to keep you compliant?” Kyren asks worriedly beside me.
“When I think back, it makes me angry,” I admit.
“Being able to exercise outside was a privilege. It was a little like being an inmate at a prison, but the cage was gilded and beautiful. We were rewarded for good behavior, but punished when we weren’t perfect.
We’d be isolated and forced to learn our lessons alone.
No one would talk to us, our food would be slid through the door, and we’d be locked in our rooms. The boredom, isolation, and anxiety that my sister wasn’t beside me would tear at me until I decided to agree to do whatever they wanted me to. ”
“Just because they mostly treated you well, didn’t mean they weren’t still grooming you to be a sex slave,” Izzy grumbles. “Violence isn’t always necessary when the reminder exists. They didn’t want to hurt their inventory, so they did things that still demoralized and scared you.”
“That’s it exactly,” I sigh. “Now, I’ll walk whenever possible in town, and I’ll only drive if necessary. Being able to be outside means a lot to me. I can’t believe you all did this for me.”
“This back porch is beautiful. You should be able to enjoy it. Izzy said it’s in better shape than the front porch,” Kyren says.
“It was sealed better,” I explain. “The contractor cut corners when he was making these houses. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was already bleeding money, and when the bubble burst, the company pulled up stakes. I think that’s why my insulation is the worst of all the houses.”
“I promise to fix that,” Izzy chuckles. “Your nightmares are getting better, but I would like to make you scream without half the neighborhood being alerted.”
Laughing, I shrug. Sex hasn’t been an issue until recently. I’m not necessarily loud when I’m using my toys.
“I want to talk to the Widows about killing Gideon,” I say, chewing on the inside of my bottom lip.
“That’s why we called this town Widows Peak.
It felt right. I don’t want to stick my head in the sand anymore, and I’ve been having dreams about the estate.
They’re not enough to be nightmares, but they’re reminding me of some unfinished business. ”
“Well you’re not going alone,” Kyren says, lifting me to drag me onto his lap. He scoots over so I can’t sit between them, and my lips twitch.
That was smooth.
“I didn’t say I was,” I point out, getting comfortable with my head on his shoulder. “I just keep thinking that we’re not those scared girls anymore. Seeing Brad helped remind me of that.”
“Ugh, you’re going to make me hard just thinking about how hot you were covered in his blood,” Kyren groans. “I’m trying to be good, Princess.”
“You mean sex wasn’t in your plans?” I tease him. “How else am I supposed to work out my frustrations?”
“In that case…”
Maneuvering me so I’m straddling him, he pulls my hair free of its hair tie so it cascades down my back. His fingers fist it, and then he’s angling my face so that he can kiss me hard.
“You’re absolutely right, mi amor,” Izzy agrees as he watches us. His eyes hood, and he pushes up on my chin to break the kiss so he can join.
It’s a filthy three way kiss that has me grinding on Kyren looking for friction. Tongues slide against each other, and I whimper as Izzy pulls away.
“I want to watch Kyren fuck your pretty pink pussy,” he groans.
“You should lick us both while I do,” Kyren decides.
Hands pull my clothes off, and my nipples pebble immediately. The warming units are working well, but the cooler air will whoosh through the porch to keep me from overheating as they work.
“I need you to come on my cock, and this angle won’t hit you the way you like unless he’s sucking on your clit,” Kyren says to my surprise as I turn to give him my back.
“And how do you know that?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder at him.
His cock is resting against his abs, his long sleeved shirt discarded.
“I pay attention to you,” Kyren says, giving me a ‘what, like it’s hard’ shrug.
He looks insanely hot, his joggers pushed down to his knees to give me room as his hair flames in a sexy mess.
It’s the ultimate ‘fuck you’ to any man who’s failed to give a woman an orgasm.
“I listen to all your little noises, Princess. Now come impale yourself on your throne so Izzy can feast.”
“Wow,” Izzy mutters. “That was hot. I’m gonna suck on your knot so good.”
Kyren chuckles as I perfume, because Izzy is correct. Kyren’s hands squeeze my hips as he raises me onto my knees, and Izzy wraps his hand around Kyren’s cock and slowly begins to slide his palm up and down it.
“Are you going to assist or jack me off?” Kyren groans.
“Both,” Izzy grunts, sucking on the crown of his shaft before popping off and guiding it to the entrance of my pussy.
My slick slides down Kyren’s cock, and he groans as he watches behind me.
“Izzy, set up the camera,” he says. “I’ll make sure this never sees the light of day, Princess. I have an encrypted folder on my phone, and that’s where this will be going.”
“You’re…ridiculous,” I whimper, watching as Izzy finds pillows to prop up Kyren’s phone.