Chapter 31
thirty-one
Pain stabs between my hips the second Ryker leans back, pinning his dilated hazel eyes to mine. All the tender muscles still clutching the orgasm he gave me suddenly twist and scream.
Shit.
What do I do?
Finn freezes, his face inches from mine. Before I can whine in shame or squirm away, he releases a shaky exhale and recaptures my gaze.
“Hey,” he hums, low and smooth. “It’s okay to need more, honey. There’s no one here but us, alright? We’ll take care of it right away, and it will barely bother Atlas.”
I know he’s sort of lying, trying to make me feel better—but the fact that I sway toward him, automatically wanting to believe every word out of his mouth is more proof I need them.
Both of them, I think. Because Ryker looks like he’s seen a ghost.
Fear flashes in his autumn irises, along with the stark truth. He isn’t ready to take me yet—and I’m not sure how to be knotted.
Now that the first wave of my haze is fading, I realize what happened last night was only a blip.
And I think Finn has a point; letting him knot me is the only way to do as little damage as possible to Atlas and Gideon.
Otherwise, this pain will just go on and on, no matter how many times Ryker licks me or Finn kisses me or—
Wait.
What was I saying?
Finn and Ryker exchange loaded looks. Suddenly, my hulking, blond lion lumbers to his feet. His chest is damp with slick and sweat as he snatches me close, hugging me and thoroughly scent-marking every inch of my shoulders and chest. When he’s done, he jerks his chin at Finn, raising his brows.
Silently asking me to accept his packmate.
And…
As I turn to the man who’s stayed by my side for two of these surges, but hasn’t asked me for one single thing either time… when I see the fathomless reverence in his eyes… and creases of concern bracketing his perfect mouth…
Yes.
The word isn’t just mine. It’s my Omega, too. She’s as dizzy and confused as I am, but she wants to trust him.
“P-please,” I whisper, gazing into the shifting seas of blue-green. “Please—” I know I had his name a moment ago, but it feels fuzzy now. So I settle for, “Please, alpha.”
Rings of light glow to life in his eyes. “Always,” he says, the word as hard as diamond. A vow. “You can always have me, firefly.”
The room blots into a steamy blur as they both move. The scarred, hulking alpha sits on the wide ledge of the tub while the lithe, beautiful one turns me toward him.
Calloused fingers curl around my elbows, guiding me into a new position. Once I’m on my knees with warm water frothing around my legs, the big man tugs me toward his lap. Arranging my arms around his hips and leaning back so I can rest my head on his bare stomach.
My eyes lock onto the bulge in his pants. I whine, wishing I could see it. When I whimper, thick, clumsy fingers find my scalp. Tingles of pleasure run hot-and-cold through my body.
“Here,” he bites out, his wide chest stuttering. “Here, little daisy.”
He’s saying he’s here for us, my Omega translates, understanding perfectly. He has us. We’re safe.
Somehow, that only makes my cramps more insistent. Everything south of my waist tweaks painfully. I bite my lips, hiding my face against the scars on his abs.
Much smoother, skilled hands caress my outer thighs. “You’re okay, omega,” an equally silken voice assures. “This knot belongs to you. You can take it whenever you need it.”
And, God, I need it.
Bouncing on my knees, I keen and squirm, begging wordlessly. The alpha behind me doesn’t tease. He keeps his word, immediately feeding his thick heat into my aching core.
Oh—OH!
He just keeps going. Sliding deeper and deeper. Until the throbbing swell at the base of his cock grinds against my entire slit—then pushes further still.
The alpha works his hips in a circle, stretching the aching walls that clutch at his girth. “That’s it, honey,” he grits. “I’m in you now. You feel so fucking perfect, Violet.”
I clamp around him, keening. He soothes me with a louder purr, tilting his next thrust to grind the top half of his swell past my entrance. I gasp and thrash, crying out when he glides back out, then does it again. Slipping in a little more every time.
My clit pulses. Every muscle in my core screeches. Begging. Needing more, please, everything, God—
He gives it to me. A fluid roll of his hips finally drives his knot all the way in. It fills me with a slick pop.
The world turns to white glitter. My core shrieks and gels, frantically cinching around the alpha’s weighty stretch. Hands flurry over me—touching my hair, my hips, the nape of my neck.
Water laps at my clit. The tension between my hips snaps, shattering as I squeeze the steely weight splitting me in two. Everything inside me burns. Needing—needing—
“Violet,” the alpha groans. “Fuck. Yes. You’re gonna make me blast this gorgeous cunt.”
He keeps his word, erupting inside me. Unleashing waves of warmth that somehow cool the flames blazing in my depths.
I whine and spasm, terrified to feel so much blinding pleasure. But the solid anchor in front of me doesn’t move. He holds me through the whole thing, rumbling rusty purrs.
When my body gives a final, wrenching tug, the man in front of me slowly folds me into his arms. This time, he says a whole sentence.
“I’m here.”
Ryker.
Tears spring to my eyes as I cling to his torso. His packmate carefully tucks his lap under my thighs, moving so I can sit on him while he’s tied inside me. Neither of them seem to mind that they have to tangle their legs together to make a cradle for me between their bodies.
The beautiful alpha drops his forehead to my shoulder, painting a slow, sweet scent-mark there. The reverence underneath his purr matches the soaring vibrance of his musk.
Finn.
Ryker and Finn. I whisper their names, willing myself to remember. I know they aren’t the alpha my Omega was crying for earlier, but I also know these men are equally mine.
Finn’s shuddered exhale seems to echo all the emotion wetting my eyes. “We’re both here,” he confirms in a murmur, brushing his lips along my nape. “You never have to be alone again.”