Chapter 30 Riot
Riot
My eyes pop open, and I let out a growl that wakes Wrath and Khaos.
I’m already up and sliding out of the room, tracing that scent to the linen cupboard and the top of a set of stairs I didn’t even know about. She mutters below. The sound of her is the only sound I care about. I hunger for her, burn for her.
I let out a low growl, and she falls silent.
I count to ten, and she appears. Her hair is shiny, luscious; she’s naked but has a sheen of sweat on her. Her lips are pink and puffy, and her eyes look luminous.
Every instinct in me screams at me to go down there, mate her, fuck her, take her, claim her. But this is her nest and there are protocols.
She studies me and disappears. I try to tamp down the disappointment when she appears again, climbs the stairs, and inhales my scent. I stay completely still.
What do I know about female omegas? All the stories about how wildly feral they can become. Mating is a life and death game. If you fail to live up to their expectations, they will shred you as quickly as they’d fuck you. Do I want her despite all that? Fuck yes.
She grips my hair and licks across my lips. I catch her tongue, sucking hard. Her eyes widen, and I see her, our Casey, for a moment before the haze crashes back down again.
“Mine,” she growls and then studies the stairs behind me. She lets go of me and walks up the stairs, inspecting and claiming us one by one.
I descend only after she does. Following her cue as she moves across the room. The second she shows any sign of hesitation, I grip her arms, pinning them above her and running my hand down her body and between her legs.
“So wet,” I groan.
She pants and arches into me. “Alpha.”
“I have what you need.”
“Knots.”
Her hungry demand almost undoes me.
“Yes, I have that, too. We’re going to make you feel so good.”
She snarls when Khaos takes her wrists from behind, hauling her up against him. He snarls back, and I’m surprised when she whimpers, rocking her hips into him.
“That’s it, Case, see how our big, bad alpha leader wants you. Five knots, all for you.”
She hisses, her body arching as her head tilts back. I drop down to my knees, putting her legs over my shoulders, knowing Khaos has her. I inhale.
Lilacs and her. Something sweeter, like candy, like something I never knew I wanted. I draw her closer, lapping at her. There’s so much slick. I recognise it now, remember what they call it. Slick. Sweeter.
I purr as I lick, feeling like I’m growing drunk on it.
She rides me, thrusting herself against my face.
I don’t even care if I die here. My brothers can revive me later.
I suck her clit, trying to get deeper, to get more.
Her movements increase until she is writhing against me, and then she screams, her thighs tightening around my head, blocking out all noise but my own racing heartbeat and the taste of her as she floods my mouth.
I continue to lick until Khaos pulls her away, lifting her carefully off my shoulders.
I kneel there, stunned and slick drunk, blinking stupidly for a second before I spot her. I take three steps towards her, growling in annoyance when Angel puts a hand against my chest, and reality returns.
“You’re a naughty little tease,” Khaos chides her. “Get on the bed, Omega.”
She snarls and snaps her teeth. He spins her and cracks a hand across her ass. I freeze as she turns slowly, her eyes wide.
“On the bed or I’ll spank you again.”
Her shock turns to cunning, and she gets on the bed on all fours, her legs parted, showing us glistening pink folds.
“Fuck me,” Hazard murmurs.
Khaos swats her other side. She moans, and we see her pussy pulse.
“She’s getting off on it,” Angel murmurs with awe. “That is good. She’s going to be able to take Khaos and I.”
“Wrath, take the edge off,” Khaos barks out.
Wrath moves forward, slipping out of his pants, grabbing our omega by the hips and slamming himself balls deep into her. She arches her back and howls, but she takes all of him in one thrust.
“That is so hot,” I whisper.
Khaos turns to us. “Water. Food. Close up the house. Set up her security systems.”
I reluctantly turn away from our omega and climb the stairs, finding all the food and water I can carry, while Angel ensures the house is secure. He even brings our phones to the linen cupboard and plugs one in.
Then, he carefully closes the nest door and locks it.
I pause, almost tripping over myself to see Wrath knotted to Casey. Our knots only appear in the presence of an omega; most alphas haven’t even seen them.
Wrath appears like he’s in an agony of ecstasy. He trembles, his tendons stand out, and he’s growling non-stop.
He clings to her, continuing to stroke, to soothe. She keens, but there’s a blissed-out smile on her face, even as she rocks against him.
“It works?”
Khaos nods. “Is everything set?”
I nod.
“We’re going to do this in order. She’s going to get more aggressive and unpredictable, and this could last a week.”
I feel weird, like shocked and alarmed, but like hell yeah, I’m on board this train and never getting off. I want to knot her, more than anything, I want to knot her.
“So, Hazard will tire her out next. Then, you, Riot, you’re up. Then Angel and I will take her while she’s at her most deadly, and we’ll continue like that until we know what we’re dealing with.”
“This isn’t war,” Angel snaps.
“No, this is biological, and I want us all to walk out of here alive at the end of this. So, consider it a battle.”
Khaos nudges me awake from my cat nap. “You’re up.”
I want to be nervous or have some nerves, but all I can think about is her. The way she’s making those pitiful little mewls.
I move onto the bed and cuddle her from behind. “Hey, baby.”
“Riot. It hurts.”
“I know, love, but I’m going to take care of that for you. But we’re going to do this my way, okay.”
“Okay.”
“Nice and slow.”
She growls.
I kiss the back of her neck. “Do you trust me?”
She nods. No hesitation, and I feel my heart stutter. I shove that aside to deal with later.
I roll her onto her back and lay between her legs, leaning over her. I kiss her face everywhere, tiny little kisses as her legs relax wider.
I pepper them over her breasts and suck gently on her nipples, watching her head tilt back and listening to her groans.
Only when she’s lost in sensation do I roll my hips, slowly sinking myself inside her.
She lets out the sweetest sound. I watch the pleasure on her face.
I’m the luckiest fucking wolf. Everything this omega does is just perfection to me.
I withdraw just as slowly and press back in.
“Faster.”
I take her hands, pinning them beside her head. “No, not faster, slow. Trust. Remember.”
I build her up to the edge and back us off again.
Over and over until she’s screaming for it.
Only then do I slam into her, that strange flesh that’s risen on my cock slips inside her, and when I explode, pouring myself into her, it inflates, locking us.
I’ve never felt anything like it. It feels so good I can’t see, I can’t think.
Her body seizes around mine, shaking, shattering.
She claws my back and reaches up to bite but finds herself held back by Khaos.
“No biting,” he snarls.
She ignores him, rolling her hips, causing a clamping friction between her body on my knot. The pleasure tears around in a circle that doesn’t seem to stop. I grit my teeth and hang on. My teeth lengthen, and my mouth waters; I stare at her neck.
“Mine!” I shout and lunge.
Khaos grips my hair and yanks me back. “No!”
I snarl. “Mine.”
“Yes, but no biting yet. Not during heats,” Khaos soothes.
I’m soothed by that, allowing myself to fall back into the pleasure, claiming my omega’s mouth, teasing her back into another orgasm.
We remain locked for a long time, while I continue to force the cycles, but, eventually, she falls asleep.
I roll us so she’s on top. Our fluids drip onto me, but there’s a perverse pleasure in having them soaking me and the bed.
I almost want to wake her and rub more on both of us.
Instead, I just stroke my hand from her shoulder to her ass, over and over. Soothing her. Caring for her.
“You can pull out now.”
I shake my head. “I just want to hold her.”
A tear slips from my eye, and I roll my head to Khaos. “I want her more than I want to live, Khaos.”
“We’ll find a way.”
“We have a way, please, Khaos.”
“We can’t be her pets; it won’t work. It’s not fair to any of us,” Khaos says gently, reluctantly.
I know he’s right, so I just wrap my arms tighter around the omega in my arms and wonder if the feeling inside me is my heart falling in love and shattering in the very same moment.
She wakes up needy too soon, and I reluctantly hand her to Khaos, who snarls down at her hiss of annoyance. She tilts her chin up and growls back. He leans down and bites her bottom lip. Her eyes glaze, and she moans, pressing herself against him.
“Now the fun really begins,” Khaos murmurs. “You, Hazard, and Wrath are up.”
I frown at him and glance at Wrath, who crouches beside me.
“What about you and Angel?”
Khaos and Angel exchange a dark look. “She’s not ready for us yet.”
Wrath winks at me and pounces at her, dancing her around before pushing her onto Hazard.
He groans and grips her hips, grinding up into her.
She tilts her head back, exposing that gorgeous long neck, her breasts.
All the multitude of tiny bruises from where we’ve marked her, and yet, she looks radiant.
Hazard turns her around, slamming up into her while Wrath moves behind, squeezing lube onto his fingers and pushing inside her ass.
I circle the bed and climb up, watching and stroking my dick while I wait as Wrath pushes into her body.
She tilts her head up and keens. A loud cry of pleasure.
I tap the head of my cock against her lips. She opens her mouth, and I slide in.
It’s another hot haven that I didn’t know I needed in my life. I gasp out as her tongue strokes me, and then I withdraw and push in at the same time the other two do. She moans around my cock, and, fuck, that’s hot. I thrust harder.
We lose ourselves in the fucking. Until Hazard growls and pulls her down hard on him. She lets out a shriek, muffled by my cock, but that sound, that vibration drags me down to hell. I thrust hard into her, pulling out to spill my release in her mouth.
“Swallow,” I growl at her.
She swallows around moans and licks, and, as soon as I withdraw, Wrath starts slamming into her, causing Hazard and Casey to moan and almost sob through it.
I watch as Wrath fucks them into a stupor. He finally pulls out and grins as he stumbles back from the bed. Khaos hands him a water bottle, and he goes and sits heavily on the stairs.
She falls asleep in Hazard’s arms, still knotted to him. We all curl up on the bed. I can’t help but reach out to touch her. Running a finger over the top of her hand.
Wrath’s eyes meet mine, and, in his, I can see the same hopeless yearning.
“She’s ours,” he mouths.
I nod slightly. She is, and nothing is going to take her away.