41. Mila

Chapter 41

Mila

M y Omega casts her eyes over her beautiful prize, aware of a faint growling in the corner of the nest.

Barret is tense, and understandably so.

Lachlan has been in that basement for days. He's fucking insane , and only God knows how he managed to escape.

Judging by the chains and shackles hanging from his wrists, the Alpha tore himself free.

The scent of my heat must have been enough to propel him forward, but damn, that must have hurt.

His wrists are in some serious need of TLC, and he's filthy.

Well, it just so happens that I like my Alphas filthy…

He doesn't take his gaze off me, his eyes burning electric blue, and when I scratch my fingernails down his chest, he throws his head back and sighs.

"Snowdrop…"

"No talking," I snap, reaching down to peel his shirt free.

Days of sweat and grime come away with the shirt, but in my sex-craved state, I hardly care.

My Omega wants one thing and one thing only, and that's a knot.

I grip the shirt by the hem, dragging it up his body to tuck it over his head, and now those eyes burn through the stained cotton.

My mouth salivates when I rake my gaze over those sculpted muscles, stroking my fingers through that chiseled six-pack, and Lachlan completely melts beneath my gentle touch.

Well, he better enjoy it while it lasts, because I won't be gentle for long.

Soon, I will get my claws out.

I reach down, licking a path from the cut V of his hips to his pecs, tasting the sweat of his skin.

Lachlan groans, gasping for air, and he almost swallows that stained shirt. Then I kiss another trail down his chest, stopping at the bulge in his pants, and then I pull down his zipper.

I set him free, raking my gaze over his shaft.

He's already weeping, and I lower, blowing softly on that inflamed head.

Another moan from below, this one ending with a slight growl. When he reaches his hands up to touch me, I bat them away.

No. He doesn't get to touch. Not yet.

Not until I have gotten what I want from him.

The others watch as I take what is rightly mine into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks so I can take him all the way to the back of my throat.

Lachlan turns into Alpha putty as I move my mouth up and down his long shaft, feeling those veins beneath my tongue, lips pressing against his balls.

He even tries to reach up and grip my hair, but I push him away again, meeting his gaze pointedly through the cotton of his shirt.

Crazed blue eyes are all I can see now, and I know at that moment then that Lachlan is a demon.

Why else would his eyes glow?

He can have his way with me later.

For now, he is all mine…

His abs flex, and then he balls his fists, ready to burst at the seams.

But just before he explodes, I slip my mouth free of his cock. "Don't you dare come."

He growls, growing restless, but he has to remember…

This is my nest.

And he has to play by my rules.

"Snowdrop… you're killing me…"

Barret scoffs, massaging his own erection. He's a good boy and always holds back, waiting for my release to come first.

Oliver is just as patient in his own designated corner, and they don't even seek each other's company.

They want to make it all about me.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet…" Barret taunts, winking his eye at me.

He's right. I haven't even gotten my claws into him yet.

Lachlan is trembling beneath me now as I deny him his release with just my bark alone.

Normally, it's Alphas who deny an Omega their release, but I am turning the tables here.

His dick kicks up, weeping that dark seed, yet I still deny him that sweet, rapturous pleasure, prolonging the torture.

"Snowdrop…" he growls, but I ignore him, lift my hips, then impale myself on his cock.

That right there was my first mistake.

The Alpha snarls, and before I know it, he flips me around, and now I am on my back, gazing up at those crazy, lust-filled eyes.

His eyes blur, exposing the whites, yet I show no sign of fear.

Not when I am the one who is still completely in control.

He's not the only crazy one around here…

My Omega is about to run circles around him.

The Alpha pins my arms to the mattress of the nest and then starts thrusting his hips.

He's gone into a rut, mad with lustful rage, but I'm worse.

Far worse.

So, I flip us back the right way around, and soon I'm the one on top, gazing down into his surprised face, and the Alpha blinks at me, stupefied.

I roll my hips, grinding into his thick, long cock, and he shudders, closing his eyes when I start rutting into him now.

But then he opens them again, and I see the challenge.

A slow smirk stretches across his face, and then an insane sound ruptures his throat. Without warning, he hooks his hands beneath my knees, shooting us both across the room.

He ruts me against the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist, marking my claws into his back, and he arches into my touch.

Only a psychopath gazes back at me now when I meet those eyes, and we have to play this carefully.

We're walking a knife's edge here.

Alphas can lose all control in a rut and have even been known to bite Omegas.

But I will stop him before it gets to that.

After all, I am the one in control.

Lachlan won't know what hit him.

He continues to fuck me into the wall, the snap of our hips the only sound to be heard throughout the nest.

Sweat drips down my body as he works me up to an orgasm, but before I reach that sweet mountain peak, I plant my feet against the wall, pushing us forward.

Now I rut him on the floor, and the Alpha merely lays there, letting me take over.

My back arches, fire burning up and down my spine, and finally, I release.

With a roar, Lachlan flips me around one last time, knot filling me at last as I stretch around him to accommodate his size.

We're locked at the hips, and now absolutely nothing can break us apart.

My heart is pounding, and I can feel Lachlan's beneath the palms of my hands as I caress the strong muscles of his back.

He's shaking, resisting the urge to bite.

His teeth tease at my neck, a dog with a piece of meat in its mouth.

He's even dribbling, but I shush him, purring softly.

Poor thing is still lost to his rut.

But I've got this.

"It's okay, Lachlan…"

His chest heaves, pressing against my own as ragged breaths escape him. Then with one final shudder, he slumps, burying his nose into my neck.

His hot breath makes me shiver as he breathes me in.

"Snowdrop…"

I smile against his greasy hair. He is in desperate need of a shower, but I savor his touch, his wildflower scent as I hold him close.

"It's me, Lachlan."

"I… I am sorry… so, so, sorry…"

I giggle, rubbing my hand in circles on his back. "I know."

Finally, he lifts his head, looking into my eyes, and he's all Lachlan again.

It appears that the maniac has gone to bed.

So long as he remembers to wake up again.

That maniac will always be welcome in my nest.

Just so long as he remembers who is in charge.

He cups my face, swirling his thumb across my cheekbone. Then he leans forward, planting a kiss on my lips, and I open my mouth, inviting him inside.

When we break apart, we bump noses, and that's how we remain.

Soon, Oliver appears, taking up his place on Lachlan's right. Then Barret arrives, taking up my rear, and soon, sleep finds us.

My nest is finally complete.

Well, almost.

There is still one missing.

I still have his campfire and marshmallow candle sputtering on the shelf.

Maybe one day, I can have the real thing.

But an Omega can dream.