Vicious Little Songbird (Vendettaverse #1)

Prologue

Songbird - Fleetwood Mac

Two years ago

“Ihope we fucking knocked you up this time.”

I snort into the pillow my face is currently buried in, giggling as I try—and nearly fail—to push myself up on shaking arms.

Shaking arms, wobbly legs. Other parts that tingle with every movement because I’m sensitive, sweaty and sticky.

My entire body is still twitching and spasming, it’s struggling to regain an ounce of composure, all thanks to my mates’ quarterly attempt to do exactly what Dante said.

Not that any of us have a choice when the time comes, nor would we change that, but still.

They no longer refer to any part of my cycle as my heat.

Not the beginning when I get hormonal, emotional, and add to my nest like a crazy person.

Not when I’m coming out of it like now, still kind of hazy, lazy, and totally covered in cum.

And they definitely don’t refer to the in between as being in heat.

Nope, not these three. Instead, it’s baby-making week from start to finish, and I’m not sure if I love the new title or hate it.

Truth be told, it’s beginning to grow on me.

The fact that they’re so ready, so excited and determined to start our family makes it really hard not to get on board with the stupid title because the more they use it, the more open I am to the idea.

Yes, I was the one who needed convincing.

Not while in the throes, but before and after.

I wasn’t really sure I wanted to have kids at all, not after the way I grew up, and I wanted time with my mates; time to have them all to myself before we even decided to discuss the possibility.

We seem so young. Too young to start a family now.

Especially since we fought so damn hard to get here, and we’ve barely had a chance to enjoy our freedom.

Not that thirty isn’t old enough to be a parent, I’m sure it’s prime for most, but I don’t feel like me at thirty is old enough to entertain the idea, let alone act on it.

Those are the thoughts that always bring me back down to earth after my heat, and they generally start a fight with one, if not all three of the men I love.

“I think this was it,” Emery says, his smile audible as I feel his hands move down over my ass until he’s popping it in the air.

He grunts as he drags his fingers through multiple layers of cum, easily sliding across my skin until he uses them to spread my pussy wide. “Oh yeah, this has to be the one.”

I bite my lip as his breath fans across my buttcheek, his lips ghosting over my flesh before his tongue darts out to lick my core from front to back.

“Give her a minute, man.” Jay kneels in front of me, taking my chin between his forefinger and thumb, pulling my lip free from my teeth as he dons his sweet, lopsided grin. “You need water, bug.”

Emery’s hands move to my waist, pulling me upright and back against his chest while Jay lifts a straw to my lips.

I watch the way he watches me, making sure I get through at least half of the bottle before he even thinks about letting me take a break.

Which he only does because Dante is sitting next to him with a protein bar at the ready, the two of them staring at me while he feeds it to me in little baby bird bites until it’s almost gone.

I shake my head and smile as I finish the last of it, lifting my hand to keep the straw out of my mouth for a few more seconds. “You know I can do all of this myself, right?”

They both nod as Emery pulls me closer. “And you know you’re never going to have to as long as you have us, right?”

“Yes.” I sigh and roll my eyes even though I secretly love the way they dote on me. “I’m not to lift a finger for at least a week after baby making.”

“It’s better that way.”

“Is that so?” I ask as Emery holds me tighter, and Dante and Jay both nod their agreement, again.

We have this conversation all the time, not only in the afterglow of my heat.

These three men wouldn’t let me feed, dress or bathe myself if they could get me to agree.

Hell, they’d probably come with me to the bathroom if I let them, and god only knows what they’d offer to do in there.

I’m almost positive they’d stick me in some sort of carrier if they could, an adult size baby carrier just so I didn’t have to walk.

Something they could take turns strapping to themselves in order to keep me close, and from doing anything on my own.

I know it’s the dynamic; adoring alphas spoiling their omega, but I think it goes beyond that for them.

We all came from the same hellhole, and all four of us were living separately in our own individual ones before that.

I had no one until I had them, not really.

When I ran away from the prison I was born into, the one I was forced to call my home, I left the only person I truly loved behind. And since there was no one who could have saved me from what happened next, I’m glad they didn’t run away with me.

Small blessings, I suppose.

Leaving what can only be described as a cult was a goal I had from the time I realized I was living in one, and I tried like hell to make that goal a reality for just as long.

It took years to work up the courage. Years of panic and guilt, fear and pain.

Pep talks that didn’t land, plans that always fell apart.

It felt pretty hopeless for a long time, and I started to accept the fact that I was never going to get out of there.

Then I did.

I got out, and I ran as far away as possible.

But I ran right into the arms of a monster.

I escaped one circle of hell only to end up in another and at fourteen years old, I had no idea which of them was going to be worse. To be honest, after almost fifteen years in the most recent one, I still don’t know.

Equal torture at different levels, with different methods. Every bit of both left me scarred and broken; that’s the version of me these men met even when we were technically kids, and the four of us clung to each other until we could set ourselves free.

Our freedom.

Nothing has been sweeter than that.

“How are you feeling now, bug?”

I glance back at Emery with a smile. “Really?”

“What?” He shrugs a shoulder but when I just arch a brow at him, he laughs. “It’s not my fault y’all are so damn fuckable.”

“Mhm.”

“He has a point,” Dante says, pulling my attention in his direction, most likely so I can see that he and Jay are definitely on the same page as the alpha behind me.

“Right.” My eyes drop to Jyron’s dick, that thick appendage growing hard with each stroke of Dante’s hand along the length. “Even though we just spent the last few days doing nothing but that.”

Emery kisses my shoulder and up the side of my neck as his cock hardens underneath my ass. “It’s different when you’re in heat.”

My eyes flutter closed as his palm slides across my stomach, his fingers moving lower until Emery’s cupping my pussy.

I have no idea how I can want them this badly not even an hour after everything ended. I definitely don’t know how any of us have the energy for this either, but we somehow do, and I guess I shouldn’t question it since I can feel how slick I am already.

I guess I’m not the big bad omega who doesn’t need to be spoiled that I like to pretend I am, not when I’m always on board for being close to my alphas in any way possible.

Balls deep is pretty damn close.

“Ass or cunt?”

“Excuse me?” I gasp as Emery starts circling my clit while my gaze swings to Jay.

“I asked if E wants your ass or your pussy.” I bite my lip as he crawls toward me, his soft and sweet side vanishing as a hunger visibly takes over. “Because I want Dante to fuck me while I fuck you, and I need to know where I’m sticking my dick.”

“Crude.”

Jay chuckles as his lips close around my nipple, the man sucking hard enough to make my back arch, the position causing me to bear down on Emery’s hand, his finger pressing firmly against my clit.

“She wants that,” Dante grunts as he keeps eye contact with me while he moves behind Jyron. He grabs him by the hips, popping his ass up toward his cock and before I can confirm how right he is, Dante slams into him. “Shit. Yeah, our girl wants to feel me fuck you both.”

I watch for a few moments, rolling my hips in time with Emery’s hand, chasing a release I know I’m not even close to having while Jay moans around my nipple.

Dante runs his palms up and down Jyron’s back while he pumps into him, his thrusting almost languid with each caress over his skin.

He repositions a little, one hand gripping Jay’s shoulder tightly before the other slaps his ass so hard I can practically feel it, then he’s pulling him upright so I can see the way Jay is stroking his cock.

“Oh, god.”

“Cunt,” Emery growls seconds before I’m flipped over onto all fours then maneuvered so I’m straddling him. “I get your pussy right now, bug, and Jay can have your ass. You good with that?”

My nod is the only response I give before Emery is slamming me down onto his dick, his knot pressing against my clit the way his fingers were a moment ago and I can’t help the groan that slips from my lips, or how it turns into a whine when he holds my hips still.

“Emery,” I whimper, my nails biting into the sides of his neck. “Please, E, I need—Oh!”

The head of Jay’s cock pushes against my asshole, nudging that tight ring of muscle before it slowly slips inside.

All three of my men still themselves while I adjust to being so full, not that it takes long after being in this position or something similar nonstop the last few days.

And, oh my god, I don’t think I will ever get enough of this feeling.

“You good, bug?” Dante chokes out from behind me, but all I can do is nod and hope he can see me do it.

Then we’re moving.

Emery is thrusting from underneath me, burying his dick to the knot as he sets our rhythm. One Jay matches easily while he pumps in and out of my ass, fucking himself on Dante while he and Emery fuck me.