40. Chapter 40
Cruz
Something in my pack changed when we included Rosa.
Her soft, silky skin and dark, sultry scent had me on the edge of rut.
It had never been so easy to let go and just enjoy ourselves with anyone before.
We’d never even shared another woman between the three of us before.
Never wanted to. We’d usually take the edge off in our own way, or the three of us would come together when Oliver went into heat.
But it had never been anything like this.
I threw on some sweats and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. Water? No, I’d better get something stronger. Nico walked in, his sweats hanging low on his hips. My eyes skipped to the ridge under the fabric before I looked away, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the shelf.
“You want some?” I asked, pouring myself a finger.
He scrubbed his hand through his hair before meeting my eyes. “Na, I better not.”
“Your meeting went that well?” I tossed back the drink, savoring the burn and hoping it would shed some clarity on our current situation.
“No, it did not, and finding Ollie and Rosa naked in his nest didn’t help, either.
What the fuck was he thinking, letting her out?
And then what-the-fuck-ever led to Rosa going into heat, ready to drag our omega along with her?
” Nico grabbed my glass, poured a splash of golden liquid into it, and gulped it down.
I took the glass from him, poured him another, and handed it back. “You’re starting to worry me. What’d you find out from Francisco?”
“It’s not what I found out that worries me, it’s what he didn’t say.
The fucker is hiding something.” He took a sip from the glass and set it back on the counter.
“Of course, he was glad we’d been successful, but he wouldn’t tell me anything beyond that we are to hold on to her.
Something about how he said it. I don’t know.
Maybe I’m paranoid. We already knew we’d likely be asked to kill her, and that hasn’t changed. ”
“But you’ve changed. Have you thought of that? You should consider what claiming her would mean.” I grabbed a fresh glass and the bottle of whiskey and took them both with me to the couch.
He followed me, sinking down into the leather sofa, sprawled, with his glass dangling between two fingers off the armrest. “I don’t have that luxury, Cruz.
We both know it. My position in the organization has never been a guarantee.
It’s only assumed. There’s more than an heir and a spare.
He could go over my head to one of my brothers, or cut us out entirely and hand the business off to Marcel.
And wouldn’t that be a shitshow. This is the life I’ve planned for, and like hell am I going to sit back and watch Marcel destroy what my father built over some pussy. ”
“You have to admit it is some good pussy, though.”
Rosa was a lot more than just ‘good pussy,’ and we both knew it. If there had ever been an omega made for our pack, it was her.
The way the light played across his bare chest had me remembering how he looked hammering into her while she sucked my dick earlier. I shook the image out of my head. Rosa’s heat was pushing my instincts toward rut, and that was a nuisance I couldn’t afford right now.
I was going to need to fight or fuck it out of my system again soon, or I’d get swept up in another week-long mindless sexcapade that we didn’t have time for. I had to be level-headed to rein in any crazy bullshit thrown our way. Speaking of crazy bullshit. “You know she’s our scent-match, yeah?”
“Yes, I fucking know. With her scent-blockers gone, it’s painfully obvious. Her pheromones are riding my instincts hard. I’m barely in control of myself around her anymore.”
“I noticed. You almost bit her back there. If we aren’t keeping her, you need to get control of yourself,” I said, wondering if that was even what I wanted.
“Thanks for the reminder, asshole.” He brought his glass to his lips and swallowed the contents in one go before hurling it across the room, where it shattered against the wall. Glass exploded, spraying the floor with translucent shards.
I rubbed the growing furrow between my brows. “We should get some sleep. It’s late. The omegas may need our attention again before morning. Maybe we’ll have more answers tomorrow.”
I set my glass on the coffee table and headed back down the hall to Ollie’s nest. As I passed, Nico rose, grabbing my hips, and edging up behind me.
His dick was hard against my ass, his breath hot on my neck, and I shuddered.
His hand slipped under the waistband of my sweats, grabbing my already growing length, and I grunted.
He was just as close to the edge as I was, and we both knew that until we were buried up to our balls in omega, nothing was going to make it go away.
With his hand reminding me of my current predicament, I led the way back to the nest with his teeth scraping across my bare shoulder.
The door unlocked with a swipe of my watch to the reader, and we both stepped into the darkened room.
Wet squelching and soft whimpers dragged my eyes to where Ollie was straddling Rosa’s face, his fist buried in her pussy, his mouth sucking on her clit, and his dick down her throat.
This was going to be a long night, or longer, and none of us were going to get the sleep we needed.