Chapter 33 #2
I cross the lot without paying much attention, opening the door to find another bouncer at the door.
“Hey,” I grunt, knowing he knows exactly who I am.
“Thank fuck,” he breathes. “The boss is in a mood. I’ll give you my first born if you can pull her out of it.”
Amused, I chuckle. “It can’t be as bad as all that.”
“It is,” he groans, watching as I walk across the club to the bar.
Silva is working alone behind the bar on autopilot. I can tell there’s no one home, and she’s disassociating as she chats when clients, makes drinks, and takes payments.
“Does anyone mind if I steal your bartender?” I call out.
Silva struggles to pull herself back from wherever her mind is, blinking as she looks up at me.
“I got the bar,” Felix says, coming around.
“You do?” Silva asks slowly.
“I can pull beers, anything more than that people are shit out of luck,” he confirms as those sitting at the bar chuckle.
“We’re all topped off, so we’re fine,” the principal of the elementary school says. For reference, he’s hanging out and drinking a coke with his friends.
Club 21 is a hang out for the community, and they all adore Silva. He gives me a meaningful glance, to which I nod.
“I miss you, and the bar is handled,” I say, coming around to grab her hand.
“I miss you too,” she mumbles, following me to the back hallway. “Where are we going?”
“Your office,” I reply.
God she’s cute, even when she’s run off her feet.
Silva unlocks the office door, hitting the lights as we walk in. It’s the same dim lighting in other parts of the club, and is gentle on the eyes.
Closing the door and locking it, I grab her ass and lift her until her legs wrap around me.
“Hi,” I murmur, walking over to the sofa. “How about coming home tonight?”
“That sounds good. Everyone is just about settled. I wouldn’t say they’re doing great, but we have therapist appointments for those who want them. I think it helps to know there are others who not only went through what they did, but also survived,” she says.
“Baby, you’re thriving,” I remind her. “Nightmares are down, Gideon is dead, and you helped those women get out. The keeper of the dolls is gone, and his sex trafficking ring is dead.”
“It’s not all roses,” she grumbles.
“No, but you can’t fix everything in a day, or even a few of them. Each of the women who are here now have to find their own way, Spitfire,” I say. “You can offer support, but you can’t fix all the shit that happened before this.”
Her bottom lip trembles, and God, it feels as if all the air in the room evaporated. Fuck me, I hate it when she cries.
“Tell me,” I rasp, my fingers moving up her back. “What are you running from? I know you had an X-ray with Amy, and Harlan told me that your ribs are bruised but not broken. It still has to hurt like a son of a bitch, baby. You should be taking it easy.”
“I can’t,” she gasps out, tears shining from her gaze. “I feel so much fucking guilt, Syrus. I just want to help them piece their lives back together.”
“I know. That’s going to be a slow process, and you can’t rush it in an effort to feel better,” I tell her honestly.
A tear rolls down her cheek, and I realize I’m not explaining myself well.
“Let’s back up. Regret is normal, but your guilt is misplaced.
Sometimes, in order to be able to help others, you have to put on your own life preserver. Otherwise, you both drown, right?”
Tentatively, Silva nods, trying to follow my logic as the tears drip down her chin and onto my shirt.
“That's what you did with your sister and your friends. You cobbled together a life, a haven for other omegas, so you had something to offer the omegas still in Henderson estate. Right?”
“Right,” she gasps, her tears gathering steam.
Tears are therapeutic, Syrus. Don’t lose your shit.
“Okay. So no more talk of guilt, baby girl. They’re free now, to do what they want with that freedom, yeah? It’s all up to them now.”
Kissing her lips, I sigh at how soft they are. Silva moans as she angles her head to deepen it, and it makes me smile.
“What’s it going to take to change your mood?” I murmur. “Do you need a nap, or to scream out an orgasm or two?”
A knock interrupts me, and I scowl, making Silva grin.
“I don’t want to get up,” she confesses. “Whoever it is can go away.”
The door opens as if there’s no lock, and I keep Silva from turning as Harlan strolls inside. It’ll just hurt her, and that’ll make me throw something at the man.
“I heard the bartender was a little grumpy,” he says, holding up her favorite iced coffee.
Yes, I’m aware it’s cold, but sometimes iced just hits the spot better than hot coffee. I don’t make Silva’s rules, but I will abide by them. Usually.
“Harlan,” she murmurs.
“Yes. Don’t turn around. You look pretty on Syrus’ lap, baby,” he says, closing and locking the door again. Honestly, I think locks are more a suggestion than anything else for our pack.
He called me family the other day, and that stuck with me. That’s what we’re building here with Silva and Izzy.
Harlan drops the coffee off at her desk before coming to join us on the couch while I roll my eyes at him.
“So nap or orgasms?” he asks, smirking.
Wait a damn minute…
“Did you bug the office?” Silva gasps, reaching over and twisting his nipple. Fuck around and get a titty twisted apparently.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Damn, you’re mean.”
“Answer the question,” I suggest, popping him on the back of the head.
“Yes, but I only check them when I know for a fact that you’re in here. I don’t want to know when anyone else is,” he says with a shudder.
Hmm. I have a feeling that Lexi may have sex in the office too.
“I don’t want to know,” Silva groans. “I also don’t know what I want. I’m feeling grumpy and tired. It could go either way, but I have to close the bar tonight. I’m off tomorrow.”
“Orgasms give you endorphins and energy,” Harlan murmurs, moving between my thighs.
Unbuckling her pants, he glances at me for help. Smirking, I kiss Silva to get her out of her head, and help Harlan pull her pants and panties down in one fell swoop.
I can tell she’s exhausted because she’s wearing comfortable clothes that still highlight her figure. Black pants, a corset, and combat boots. Simple, beautiful, though not completely appropriate for the weather.
Her corset laces up the front tonight, and my fingers make quick work of loosening them and releasing her breasts.
“Here are the rules,” I murmur, watching as her eyes roll back in her head.
Harlan has his head pressed against my nuts and he’s facing up to eat Silva’s pussy. It’s the best way to ensure we don’t hurt her anymore than she already is.
“Oh. Oh fuck me,” she whines.
“Shhh, I plan to,” I croon, squeezing her breasts. Leaning down, I suck and lick her nipple, enjoying the way her fingers sink into my blonde hair.
“What,” she gasps, unable to get her thoughts together. “Syrus! Harlan is frying my brain cells.”
The alpha in question makes a self satisfied sound, purring against her clit as he sucks on it.
“But you like it, don’t you, Spitfire?” I ask.
“Yes. It’s so good. Oh God,” she moans.
“You look so pretty,” I praise. Her skin is slowly blushing red down her body, and I suck harder on her breast to see how far I can get it to go.
“Come for me, Silva,” Harlan groans, dragging his tongue over her arousal. I have a perfect seat to his teasing and stroking, and my breath hitches as his fingers disappear into her tight cunt.
“I need…more,” she whimpers.
Catching her lips as her head drops back, I pull on her nipples, making her squirm slightly.
“Don’t move,” I growl against her lips.
“Not…fair,” she huffs out.
“I don’t always play fair with you,” I smirk. “Sometimes, I’m going to break the rules, and you’re going to love every minute of it. Aren’t you?”
There’s only trust and adoration as she nods, making me grin.
“Do you need pain to come on Harlan’s face, baby?” I ask.
Kissing down her throat, I drag my teeth down her skin, making her shiver.
“Yes. Please,” she whispers.
“Such a good little omega,” I praise. “Ask and you shall receive, Spitfire. I just won’t tell you when. Want to play with me?”
“Yes.”
That’s all it takes for my control to fray, and I suck hard on her neck, marking her as she moans. I know for a fact that she keeps extra clothes in her locker. I’ll have to recommend that she wear a mock turtleneck under her corset.
I’ve seen her wear these little lace things under her shirts. That’ll do just fine.
My hands continue to squeeze and torture her tits, her nipples hard as diamonds as she rides Harlan’s face. Hearing the wetness of her slick as he fucks her cunt, I groan as it gets heavier. Pinching her nipples hard, I enjoy her scream of surprise and pain before I bite down on her shoulder.
“Atta girl,” Harlan groans as she explodes on his face. He laps at her cum, happy to continue to finger fuck her through her orgasm. “I think you need to fuck her now, Syrus. She’s so wet. Goddamn.”
“Mmmm. Do you want my cock, pretty girl?” I ask Silva, continuing to kiss her.
Whining in agreement, her hands move from my hair to open my pants and release my cock. Fisting my girth, she pumps my shaft, and I drop my head back. Damn, I’m already missing her kisses.
“Up on your knees, baby. The rule is you let me do all the work, okay? If I hear you hiss in pain that I’m not giving you, we stop.”
“Okay,” she breathes, shifting up. Harlan makes his escape, moving to sit on the couch to watch.
“You’re such a voyeur," I tease him as he pulls his cock out to stroke himself.
“I’ve never pretended to be anything else,” he grins, biting his fist as my cock slowly disappears into Silva’s cunt. “Fuck, that’s hot. I bet she’s squeezing you so good. There’s nothing better than a pussy snuggle from Silva, unless it’s a throat hug.”
“I’m feeling a little hungry,” she purrs, whimpering as she takes every inch of my thick cock.