Chapter 11
LIV
BLACKBIRD - THE BEATLES
Ismile as my back arches, bowing against the mattress on its own as heat pools between my thighs.
“Good morning,” I moan as I feel Niko’s tongue against my clit, flicking it before he sucks it between his lips and hums his response.
Shit.
Oh my god, I’m already on the edge of an orgasm.
I have no idea how long he’s been eating me out but judging by the embarrassing squelching sound and how wet the sheet under my butt is, it’s been longer than a few minutes.
Fisting the blankets on either side of me, I throw them off the bed so I can see my beautiful man and my entire body jerks forward as soon as I do.
Niko grins up at me, the expression dancing in his eyes since that’s all I can see, and that vision is enough to have my release building faster than any before.
“Oh!” I gasp as my back shoots up off the mattress, my hands flying to his messy hair and gripping it at the roots. “Nikolai!”
My hips roll against his mouth, grinding my pussy against his tongue but just when the first wave of my release crashes into me, he stops.
I scowl and start to whine but he just licks his lips and cuts short my protesting with what he does next.
My soul mate quickly gets to his knees, grabs my hips and slams his cock inside of me so hard I slide all the way up the bed to the wall behind me.
“Kotik,” he groans, his fingers digging into my flesh. “I will never get enough of how fucking good you feel.”
And I will never not fall apart when he speaks Russian. Something about the way he says it, his accent, how the words sound rolling off of his tongue. Niko could call me a stupid twat in his native language and I would come almost instantly.
The fact that he didn’t call me that, and that whatever he did say is full of affection, that’s why I come right now.
I cry out as my release burns through my body, palming my breasts and twisting my nipples as Niko moves one hand and starts circling my clit.
He pumps in and out of my core as he watches me, Niko’s eyes moving from my tits to my pussy, glued to how he disappears inside of me each time he slams his hips against mine.
He’s beautiful.
Beautiful, and mine.
My pussy gushes as he lifts me higher, holding me in place as he starts to come.
He throws his head back as his spine curves, his final thrust jerky and brutal, his fingers still working my clit and he whimpers before he growls.
Every muscle in his body is tense, tight with pleasure, highlighting the definition and emphasizing his strength.
Niko isn’t built like any male omegas I’ve seen, and I’m not even a little mad about it.
“I want to bite you so fucking bad,” he says as he lowers me to the mattress and proceeds to crawl up my body. “Right here.”
He licks my collarbones then sucks on my skin before wrapping me in his arms. Niko rests his head on my chest and rumbles out his contentment as I start playing with his hair.
“Do you need my consent?”
He snorts. “No. I’ll bite you whenever the hell I want.”
More like when we're ready, and that’s okay.
He exchanged bites with Dimitri, they marked each other. There’s significance there for my sweet boy and I’m not going to push him into something neither of us are fully on board with.
I believe him when he says he wants to bite me, though. My jaw aches over how badly I want to do the same to him, so I don’t doubt our feelings or his words, but I want him to be comfortable with what it means, how claiming me fits in with claiming his scent match.
Our scent match.
Fully bonded or not, I know that’s the truth, too.
I won’t bring it up, though.
The idea of having alphas out there, of having more true mates than Niko is still scary. I don’t want to forget my other mates, the ones who saved me, who chose me, when no one else had before.
“Your tattoo is for them, isn’t it?” I glance down at my chest as Niko carefully lifts my necklace. “The bumblebee.”
I watch him slide the charm back and forth across the chain and nod.
“They called me bug.” I feel him smile against my skin and I can’t help but do the same.
“Their busy little bee. We met when I was almost fifteen and I basically imprinted on them. I followed them everywhere, always had to know where they were and what they were doing.”
They were the first people to ever make me feel seen and safe, and they were stuck with me because of it.
“Would you ever get any more ink?”
“For the right reasons.”
Niko sets my necklace down and tilts his head to look up at me. “Or the right person?”
“In a heartbeat.”
“You’re a beautiful canvas, Liv,” he says as he settles again. “I’d love to brand your skin with a design to match.”
My sweet omega is an artist as well, a tattoo artist in his free time, or at least he was before the shelter. “Say the word and my skin is yours.”
Niko chuckles and rubs his cheek against me as he holds me tighter. “You make it sound like I want to wear you like a suit.”
“Oh my god.” I dissolve into a fit of giggles, cracking up over his random thoughts.
He’s so fucking cute. And morbid. But really cute.
Getting to know Niko like this, a week of nothing but the two of us out here, it’s been eye opening and perfect.
“I’m hungry,” he grunts, like he’s annoyed by the feeling. “For more than your cunt, unfortunately.”
My cheeks heat but I smile. “Sorry, honey. If I could sustain you with nothing more than my pussy, I would.”
He growls as he playfully nips at my breast. “Don’t tempt me, Liv. Your taste alone is enough to have me testing the theory.”
“I’m not one of the basic food groups.”
“Not for anyone else.” He shifts around and plants a forearm on either side of my head. “You’re my favorite food group.”
Niko dips his chin and kisses me. “I’d prefer you include the rest of them, though. I kind of love you and want to keep you around. Death by pussy isn’t something I want for either of us.”
My omega barks out a laugh, gives me another quick kiss then rolls off of me and walks his perfect naked bubble butt toward the fridge.
“Then you, my fierce little kotik, need to go get groceries if you’re going to insist on a more balanced diet.”
“I have to go?”
He nods with a grin. “You do. I want to go next door and hit a joint with Caroline while they pump me for details.”
I frown as I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. “Details on what?”
“All the positions I had you in the last five hours.”
“What are you talking about?”
Niko nods toward the window and I feel all the blood drain from my face.
The curtains are drawn but the way they seem to be floating in front of the window tells me it’s open. Wide open.
“Oh no,” I hiss as I shoot him a dirty look.
But my mate just nods. “Oh yes. You sing so pretty when you come for me, Sparrow. I don’t doubt our neighbors heard your song.”
I throw a pillow at Niko as he laughs, then I squeal as he runs and tackles me onto the bed.
I really fucking love this man.
NIKO
I don’t know how she does it.
I roll my eyes and shake my head at that stupid thought. I know exactly how Liv does it.
All she has to do is smile at me and I’m putty in her hands but now she has an extra weapon in her arsenal to use against me.
Blowjobs.
My mate’s mouth is fucking magical, and when it’s full of my cum and I get to watch her swallow it down, that basically gives her a free pass for literally anything she wants.
Asking me to go get our groceries post-head and while she works my dick until it’s hard enough for her to bounce on until I come again? That’s diabolical.
It fucking worked, too.
So, after she sucked and fucked my soul from my body, I put on my clothes and walked my happy ass down to the store like the good boy she said I was—another weakness for me, regardless of which of my mates uses it—to do our shopping.
My girl is going to eat well tonight.
We’re finally heading out tomorrow so I had to stock up on roadtrip snacks, and I got a few extra things to throw together a couple of meals in case we don’t find another RV park or anything right away.
I also got Liv her peanut butter cups. If I had to hear her go on about how sad she was that they were out of stock the other day one more time, I was going to paddle her ass.
I’ll still do that, but she can eat her chocolate while I do.
Grinning to myself as I hit our aisle, I look up at the sky when the wind starts to kick up.
It’s going to rain.
I didn’t see anything when I checked the weather, but the sky has that eerily gray-green tone, and the nice breeze has turned into something a little more intense.
At least we’ll sleep well.
Full bellies, sated libidos and a thunderstorm to lull us to sleep. There is next to nothing that could make tonight any better than that.
My smile falls just a little as Dimitri flashes through my mind.
He’s never far from my thoughts. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don't think about him, honestly. I don’t expect that to change, I don’t really want it to, I just wish it didn’t hurt so much.
Maybe I should do what Liv is doing. Search for the answers to the questions I’ve had ever since I left New York. Figure out why my mate betrayed me. Why he tried to kill me.
I thought we were happy.
Neither of us liked keeping our relationship a secret, but Dimitri said he was going to figure out how to get away from the Bratva so we didn’t have to anymore. He said we could start over somewhere else, just us, and never have to worry about our parents or any of that bullshit again.
How did everything change so drastically in a simple few hours?
Shaking the negative thoughts from my head, I take a deep breath and pick up my pace as the first drop of rain hits my cheek. I jog toward our RV as it starts pelting my hoodie, my stomach pitching before it starts to twist the closer I get.
I don’t like this.
This feeling in my gut telling me something is off. It’s probably just the weather, the weight of the sudden change. We’ve had nothing but a peaceful stay here, I have no reason to think anything else is going on.
Right.
I slow down as I notice Caroline and Tessa’s lights are on, grinning at the idea of those two waiting on bated breath to hear all about Liv and I.
I didn’t get to smoke with them since my girl made me go shopping, so she can wait a few extra minutes while I give them the dirt.
Not that I’m going to describe how her slick tastes or the pretty face she makes when she comes. I’ll give them just enough to keep things awkward for my mate until we leave.
Setting our groceries under their awning, I walk up to the door, pulling open the screen before I knock softly.
Don’t need to scare them with my unexpected visit.
I wait a few seconds then knock again, taking a step back to look toward their kitchen then glance toward the living room.
Maybe they’re in bed?
It’s a bit early for them but it’s not impossible.
Stepping on the bottom stair, I knock a little louder and frown when their door slowly pops open.
“Tessa?” I call out as I push in a little further. “Caroline? Ladies, are you decent?”
That’s all I need. To walk in on two omegas in their sixties getting it on. Good for them if they are, but I don’t think Liv is going to get any tonight if that’s the image I’m taking home with me.
“Hello?” I step into their living room, looking around a bit before my stomach pitches again.
Nothing is out of place, everything is clean and neat. Orderly. Nothing is broken or missing from what I can see. There’s just no sign of our neighbors, either.
This doesn’t feel right.
That’s the only reason I completely invade their space until I’m standing at their bedroom door.
“Ladies, are you home?” Please answer me. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
The door swings open with hardly any effort and when it smacks against the wall and falls off the hinges, what I see has my stomach churning.
Tessa and Caroline are in bed, dressed in their pajamas, laying on their sides facing each other.
Their hands have been tied behind their backs, and they’ve been zip tied at the wrists and ankles.
There’s a rope connecting them, stretching from their feet, running through the tie at their hands, then further still as it wraps around a gag in each of their mouths.
Like a garrote.
Too much moving and it would pull the rope tight like a horse’s bridle, and that’s why both women have blood by their lips. Their mouths frozen in silent cries for help.
Cries that were smothered as someone pressed the muzzle of a gun to their temples and ended their future with one single pull of the trigger.
Their cheeks are streaked in tears, their eyes wide and fixed on each other’s faces, void of the vibrancy and life both women exuded in waves.
I step a little closer, my stare scanning the horror in front of me and it’s that moment a tear rolls down my cheek.
They had to watch.
One of them had to watch the other die.
Whoever did this made sure of that.
They were forced to witness the unwarranted and brutal death of their mate, the only silver lining the knowledge they would soon follow.
I hope it was quick.
I brush a few more tears from my eyes as I pray to a god I don’t believe in that these women didn’t suffer, that their death came on swift wings, and that their pack was reunited the second they took their final breath.
Who would do something like this?
These women were harmless. They were kind and thoughtful. They treated Liv and I…
Olive.
I spin away from the bed and race through the RV, jumping over the stairs as I run toward my girl.
It’s pouring now, the rain coming down in sheets but our camper isn’t far enough for that to be a problem.
Not even when my boots slide in the fresh mud, taking me to my knees just as our front door comes into view.
“Liv!” I shout as I whip it open and rush inside. “Olive, kitten, where—”
Something hard cracks me in the side of the head, the sharp edge catching my temple and causing my vision to double before it blurs. I swing in the direction of the hit, searching in the dark for the unknown assailant.
“Liv,” I call out, needing to hear her voice even if it’s the last thing I ever hear but instead, the sound of heavy footsteps come from my right.
A black mass appears when I turn and I swing again, trying to fight my way out even as my vision starts to fade.
“Where is she?!” I yell as my fist connects with a nose, the unmistakable sound of it breaking my only real confirmation. “Where is my—”
This time when I’m hit, I drop to my knees, swaying for a moment before the same object nails me in the same spot and I fall face first into the floor.