39. Mila

Chapter 39

Mila

B arret falls completely limp beneath me as I rake my fingernails down his chest, my mouth salivating as I skim my eyes over that ribbed wall of muscle.

My scent blooms around me, saturating the air with thick gingerbread, and Oliver pants and grunts in the corner, his eyes a brand on my spine.

"Take him, Mila… Make him suffer… Claim what is yours…"

Oh, I will.

Barret is almost helpless below me now, wholly surrendering to me and my Omega, and I'm just going to take a backseat and let her take the reins.

I'm sure I will regret it later, but right now…

I don't care.

I don't care about anything, not even Lily, as I take what is mine.

So, I'm going to fuck Oliver's Alpha until he begs for forgiveness.

I start slowly at first, my pace torturous and languid as Barret falls into a rapturous state beneath me.

This Alpha blames himself for my departure. In his mind, he let me down that day, and in turn, he will gladly suffer if that's what it takes to earn back my forgiveness.

They all let me down, and it hurt deeply. I'm still hurt, but right now, all I can think about is his knot and what it would feel like inside me.

My Omega is even more restless since she was denied this the first time, by him.

By all of them.

Oliver watches as I take his Alpha, his punishment for abandoning me too.

Gryphon and Lachlan are going through their own cycles of self-torture.

However, I don't think Lachlan has much control of his body right now. He really needs to get a hold of that Alpha of his. It is dangerous, but don't worry…

So am I.

I can take him.

Gryphon tortures himself by keeping away.

He hasn't even set eyes on my nest, and I can't help but notice the irony—the similarity to that day he denied me access to Oliver's nest.

I was merely taking a peek. I never had any intention of going in.

Barret reaches up, eager to touch my skin, and I let him. For now.

Only because my Omega craves an Alpha's touch.

He's bigger than Oliver, but the Omega was the one who got to explore me first, the first to stretch me, preparing me for his Alpha's knots.

So long as they are aware of the fact that I am Ollie's Omega and his only.

I push harder, faster, moving up and down his cock, and Barret gasps, digging his nails into my rounded hips.

Oliver stops jerking off long enough to tell him off. "Hey, claws to yourself, Barret."

Barret sighs, opening his eyes to peer up at me apologetically, and I purr to reassure him that it's okay.

But the only scratching here will be from my own claws.

Only I get to claim what is mine…

So, faster I go, and he matches my speed, remaining flat on the mound of plush blue pillows. When he tries to sit up, trying a different angle, I growl, shoving him back, and he blinks, stupefied.

He's my fuck toy, my sex doll, and he better keep still or I will…

"Fuck… sunshine …"

He kicks up inside me when I squeeze on his cock, claiming my prize, and then I roll my hips, the sound of slapping skin echoing through the nest.

I'm chasing my release, that glorious peak that is just in sight and soon…

I am going to jump right off the edge.

I may even be so kind as to let him jump off it with me….

But he has to earn it first. His penance for abandoning my Omega the first time.

While I don't harbor ill feelings as much as I used to, my Omega sure as hell does.

She holds onto grudges like some people hold on to old socks, and she is going to make him pay.

Stars flicker at the edges of my vision, and I'm close.

He is, too. His abs flex, shining with sweat, and I growl.

"Don't you dare… you release when I do… when I give permission …"

I have no idea where this dominating nature comes from. I never realized Omegas could be so dominant.

My Omega is just pissed about her last heat. And it seems she is one bitter, needy creature.

Maybe later, when all is right with the world again, I will give them back their control. So as not to bruise their egos too much, you know.

The Alpha opens his eyes, and I meet those dark slits.

He's Alpha. The natural dominant. Yet he yields and lets me take full control, almost as if his Alpha is aware that my Omega needs this, that she needs her sense of control.

She got burnt badly.

And she is out for revenge.

"With… with pleasure…" he pants, continuing to let me fuck him at my own, cruel, vicious Omega's pace.

My movements become jagged next, and then my muscles seize.

It starts at the base of my spine, rising through me like a crescendo, and then my Omega extends her claws, raking cruel, red gashes down his chest as she finally releases.

Barret grits his teeth, and then he releases, too. I clench around his cock, milking him for all he's worth.

A useless Alpha who abandons his Omega in her time of need.

She takes what is rightfully hers, what she was denied from the start, and he just merely lays there and lets me take it from him, all of it, his seed, his cock, his knot…

Even his dignity.

His knot swells, and my vision whitens next when he fills me, notching deep inside, and I orgasm once again, clenching around his thickness.

My Omega stops scratching at last, finally satisfied, and I have no idea what comes over me next.

Tears slip from my eyes, and I cry.

That vindictive little creature has finally gone back into her cage, and I am just Mila again.

My hormones are running rampant, and I can't…

Barret's Alpha takes over now, and then he sits up, wrapping his arms around me, and purrs.

"It's okay, sunshine… it's okay… you didn't hurt me that much…"

That's not what I am crying about. I don't even know what this emotion is.

That was a lot of anger I just released, a lot of grief, and now I feel… weak… like a big blob of jelly.

I'm shaking.

He's still notched inside me, locked at my hips, and it's his very knot that has me overwhelmed.

This was what my body needed, what it was denied in those cold, lonely woods, and now that I have it…

I… don't know what to feel.

Oliver approaches at last. There's no need for him to keep away anymore.

I got my 'revenge'.

Still, I can't stop crying.

I hurt Barret.

He's bleeding.

I scratched him too hard.

"He's fine, Mila… you did amazing…"

Oliver kisses the back of my neck as I cry into Barret's chest.

"I'm… sorry…" I hiccup.

Barret chuckles, his warm, velvet laugh soothing my spirit, my fears.

This. This was what I needed.

Comfort. Reassurance.

"I enjoyed every moment, sunshine. I want those claws tearing into me again and again… Maybe one day you can bring the knife into the nest too… so you can skin me alive like a rabbit…"

I giggle, burying my nose into his neck.

Oliver rearranges my pillows and blankets, creating a fort for the three of us, and he knows exactly how I like them.

For the first time in weeks, I feel safe.

No, for the first time in my entire life.

I always had to be a fighter. A protector.

But with them, I am safe. I am protected from the world, and I never want to come out of this blanket fort again.