38. Barret

Chapter 38

Barret

M ila's heat came in the middle of the night, and Lachlan could be heard thrashing in his chains from the deep bowels of the house.

He must be able to smell her all the way down there, and once again, I thank my lucky stars that he is locked away where he can't hurt anyone.

It's just a shame I can't put myself in chains.

Her scent lingers all over the house, and I have a permanent hard-on.

Gryphon is the same, and he is extra snappy and grouchy whenever we speak.

We're both sexually frustrated, but we know it's what we deserve.

Still. I hope they invite us inside.

Lachlan I could understand, but I would love to be a part of their nest, even if I were just there to watch.

Still. Mila will need a knot.

And I would be honored if I were to be her first.

Gryphon pretends to read in the living room while I flip a blade around in my hand, trying to take my mind off the wonders happening in that blue nest upstairs.

So far, Mila hasn't called out for any of us.

It seems Oliver is enough to satiate her Omega needs for now.

But sooner or later, her Omega will cry out for a knot, and I'll be ready…

It has to be me.

Lachlan is in no fit state to be around anyone, and Gryphon is an asshole.

If anyone deserves to have blue balls around here, then it's him.

He still likes to pretend that she doesn't exist, but I saw the state he left Lachlan in.

The poor Alpha was covered in food, and now I watch Gryphon from across the room, keeping a careful eye on him.

"What?" he grumbles.

I blink, then shrug, flipping the knife again.

"So… Mila has gone into heat…"

I gauge his next reaction, but he keeps his sour puss of a face hidden inside the pages of that book. A book which is currently upside down, and what a complete prick.

A female groan of pleasure echoes down the stairs, and Gryphon tenses, his fingers bone white on that book.

I'm having a hard enough time keeping my own Alpha at bay, but I'm loving every moment of Gryphon's suffering.

It's obvious who they will pick.

Why else would they have given me permission in the nest?

Poor Gryphon hasn't even been inside. Not even while it was being created, and I bet it is killing him.

A chuckle escapes me, and I spin my blade again.

"It seems our Ollie knows what he's doing. I guess we should be proud. He only learned from the best."

Finally, the Alpha puts his book down, glaring at me with bared teeth. "Shut up."

Then his book appears in front of his face again.

I stretch my arms, smiling when they give a satisfying click. "Hey, look on the bright side. It could be worse. You could be in chains downstairs like Lachlan right now."

Gryphon growls when I mention that Alpha's name, but I go on.

"Maybe we can find an extra spot in his padded cell. I'm sure he would like the company… maybe…"

The book goes flying across the room, and now Gryphon is on his feet, looming over me.

The sexual frustration radiates from his body in waves, and I have to cover my nose.

I can taste his anger on my tongue. Nothing but burned marshmallows.

He's all fire and brimstone now, choking me with his smoke, but I hold my ground.

Especially when those feet pad down the stairs, and Oliver appears, reeking of gingerbread goodness.

My mouth salivates and now a growl rips from my own throat.

He watches us both warily, wondering how best to approach.

Gryphon puts his game face back on, standing to attention. I rise to my own feet, albeit a little more relaxed.

We're both sporting massive erections.

Oliver takes one glance at us both and rolls his eyes.

"Barret…"

My heart sings when he calls my name, and now I look at Gryphon smugly.

I knew it.

"Yes, Ollie?" I ask.

Blue eyes meet mine. "Mila… she… wants to see you… while she still has her wits about her…"

Her wits?

My. It must be worse than I thought.

With one last look at Gryphon, I follow Oliver up the stairs, and there's no missing the tic of the Alpha's jaw when he realizes that he wasn't the one to be chosen.

I follow my Omega, but he stops just outside the door of the nest, assessing me carefully.

There's a smirk on his face.

It's almost as if he knows something that I don't, and I raise my brows.

"Is there something you need to tell me, Ollie?"

He keeps watching me, then shrugs. "Just… prepare yourself, all right?"

That's when I spy the scratch marks on his exposed back, but before I can ask, he opens the door, pushing me inside.

Her scent hits me first, but I hold back, keeping my eyes closed as I dare not look.

"Barret," she whispers, stalking closer like a predator, and my heart trembles.

Hands find my belt, and then I am tugged further into the nest.

"Open your eyes…"

So, I open them, and it's remarkable I manage to have any restraint.

Mila, looking up at me with those doe eyes, her pupils dilated as she bites her lip, sex-starved, sex-craved…

Eager.

She starts undoing my shirt buttons, kissing up and down my chest, and I groan against the sensation of her warm lips.

Then she starts with my pants, almost using her teeth to rip them off, and then she throws me down onto the mound of plush pillows that smell exactly like her and Ollie.

But mostly, they smell of her.

Oliver watches as the Omega seizes control, and there's nothing but love and pride on his face.

My heart thumps, and what have I walked into?

Before I can so much as take my next breath, Mila yanks off my boxers with her teeth, exposing my knot, and the way she stares…

Nothing but pure hunger.

"Mine…" she growls, and my heart shudders at the possessive tone.

I look over at Oliver, but he only sees Mila, his hand jerking back and forth as he rubs his cock.

His eyes are on fire as he licks his lips. "Take him, Mila…"

Mila plants her palms on my chest, digging her claws into the flesh, and all I can do is lay there, letting her take me.

She impales herself on my cock, rolling her hips back and forth as she fucks with pure, wanton lust.

She's going to fuck me hard, and it will be everything I deserve…

I left her that day…

And this is my penance.