Chapter 41

CHAPTER 41

JED

T aking a breath, I start driving home as I dial my father’s number. It’s forwarded constantly to a different phone each time I call, so no one can pinpoint where he is. It’s another reason we are waiting for Dad’s next move, so we can rip off the snake’s head from its body.

Pack Rock consists of Rock, Draco, and Marc, and the three of them met in their late twenties. They banded together as a pack to build their empire, which while it spreads wide through drugs, selling at auctions, and some firearm sales, also has some basis in mercenary work. Dad is willing to rent his men out to the highest bidder for turf wars, kill crime kingpins so another can rise, etc. Rock thrives on chaos. It’s the reason Minnesota would rather see us on our way out if we were planning to stay connected to Dad.

They have absolutely no connection to my brothers or I, even though they wanted to have children to be able to say the pack had procreated together. The old-fashioned ideas my father and his pack have about omegas and children are wild to me.

The pack rarely stays together due how many people would prefer they were dead. I need to know if Dad plans to bring everyone in for this gorgeous, tiny omega. If Dad wasn’t lying, Pack Melendez must be pushing hard for Adira.

I would rather the situation be anything other than this, because selling her to a pack out in Michigan isn’t on my bingo card this year.

“Son, you’re finally getting around to calling me I see,” Rock drawls. He hates having to wait, however doesn’t want me to drop everything to return the call if I’m busy.

Well, I was busy, so he’ll survive, even though he’ll gripe about it. Making sure the phone is on speaker, I stick him in a cup holder, holding my finger up to my lips for Adira’s benefit.

“I figured you’d like to speak to me alone, Sir,” I say as I take a deep breath to steady my nerves. I hate having any interactions with him, as they’re stressful. Too much on the line to fuck things up, especially now. “I’m driving back from an errand, so figured this would be the best time to call.”

“That is true,” Rock drawls. “Alright, let’s get down to brass tacks, Jed. I need the omega back, and the Kelly brothers won’t play with me. Their security has gotten really fierce as well. I need the best on this, which is you and your brothers.”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, waiting for more.

“ I told the Kellys that there’s someone who wants to buy her, and while that’s true, I don’t like how attached they are to her,” Rock growls. “ She’s not being punished enough for her existence. I want her to feel pain and torment.”

“How would you like that delivered?” I ask, tone bored as if I’m asking him about a food run.

“I have some shit to sort out, but I’ll have a new place set up for the little mafia princess,” Rock says. “ Sneak into the house while everyone is asleep and grab her. Light their house up while they’re dead to the world, boy. They’re our enemies now, their days numbered.”

Adira’s fingers are squeezed together, and she’s barely breathing as she listens to Rock and I.

“Sometimes they sleep in a giant bed in the living room, Dad,” I say. “Morris and I got video cameras in the house the last time we were there.”

I shake my head while still driving, glancing at Adira so she knows it’s a lie. We haven’t done any of that, but I know how close she is with Duncan and Callum. If they thought it would keep away the nightmares or help with her anxiety, they’d think nothing of a puppy pile of bodies.

We’re the only ones who get the rest of her, but they’re very clearly her friends. Possibly her best friends.

God knows the girl needs some with everything she’s gone through this year.

“My point is that we may need to be really careful with extraction,” I explain to my father.

“The living room will make it difficult to kidnap and torch their house,” he grumbles. I make sympathetic noises as I roll my eyes. It’s the reason I mentioned it. I’d rather not blow up the Kelly’s home. “I suppose it’s not worth the effort, Jed. Take the girl, gag her and bind her. No screams, no noises. She’ll just disappear. It’ll be enough for them to lose another omega the way they lost Quinn.”

The fact that he knows her name makes me want to growl. Holding it back, I shudder at the thought that he has any knowledge of her disappearance. Before he dies, I’ll need to pull that information from him. If Quinn is alive, the Kellys deserve a chance to find her.

It’s the least I can do for them after they’ve helped us so much.

“It’s what they deserve,” I say, echoing the opposite of my previous thought.

“ April sixth at two in the morning is the day we’ll do this. If you can find a way to insist on spending time with them, do it. I know you check in on the brothers and Adira,” Dad says. “Oh fuck! How perfect would it be if you stole her while you were already in the house?”

Easier said than done, Dad. Good thing the Kellys will be in on this madness.

“Consider it done,” I murmur, as if the gears are already turning in my mind. “Where are we going once we have her?”

The details in between don’t matter, they’ve always been for Morris and I to work out, so my father won’t ask too many questions there. He’s used to the seamless way my pack and I work.

“I’ll give you GPS coordinates to plug into your phone to drive up to the house. It’s in the middle of nowhere, while still in Minnesota. You’ll dump her on the front porch and leave,” Dad says smugly.

It’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever leave him alone with her. We'll find a way to be able to have eyes and ears on her while we double back. I’m not losing her to an auction or my father’s madness again.

Absolutely not.

“Done,” I lie again. “Anything else I need to know? Are we needed for a relocation of the omega afterward?”

“I don’t know if there will be anything left,” he muses. Reaching out to Adira, I grab her hand to give her something to hold onto. Her other hand is clamped on her mouth, holding in the sobs.

I need to end this call now.

“Understood, we’ll play it by ear,” I grunt. “I’m almost done with my drive, so I’ll need to let you go to update everyone. Is there anything else I need to know?”

I’m only asking so he can’t complain that I rushed him off the phone. It also doesn’t give him the opportunity to conveniently forget to tell me something. My father’s ego knows no bounds.

“ Don’t fuck this up,” he growls. “You know what’s at stake. The same rules apply as last time. Pack Rock will be in full attendance to make the little omega pay for the sins of her father. Existing is sometimes a worse fate than being swallowed, Jed. By the end of this, she’ll wish her cunt of a mother had.”

The line goes dead and I roar, “Adira breathe!”

A sobbing keen is what I get in response, and I curse under my breath. Yanking the wheel to the side, I park in a small lot of a gas station.

We’re currently on a desolate backstretch of road driving back to Minneapolis, but it’s better to park in a safely lit area than the side of the road.

“It’s okay, you’re safe,” I chant as I yank off her seat belt and pull her into my lap to hold her tightly.

I knew she had panic attacks, but it’s incredibly scary to witness.

“Let it out,” I rasp into her ear. “My father is a vile, disgusting man who gets off on hurting you. I’m so sorry you had to hear all of that and listen to me become the person I don’t want to be anymore.”

“He wanted to burn the Kellys in their own house!” she wails. God, this little omega. She’s more worried about her friends than her own hide. “They can’t be around me. Jed, I’m not any good for them.”

“Shh, that’s not true, baby. Nothing is going to happen to them,” I murmur, picking up my phone and dialing Duncan Kelly.

I need backup for this one.

“ Hello ?” Duncan answers. “ How was the party… Adira? Whose dick do I have to cut off for making you cry?”

“My dad’s,” I answer. “He shared his plans with me for her kidnapping. I knew he’d be licking his wounds, and I was right. Adira wanted to listen to the call, which I agreed to, because I didn’t want there to be any secrets between us.”

“ Except your father is one of the worst alphas on earth,” Duncan groans. I can practically see him scowling at me from here. “ Short Stuff, talk to me. Take a breath.”

Adira takes a gasping breath, shuddering. Turning her head, she shoves her nose into my neck, and I realize she’s trying to ground herself.

Familiar scents, feelings, and textures can help pull people out of a panic attack. Until Damon went dark and numb, he had some really terrible attacks where he’d pass out from being unable to breathe.

“He’s awful,” she keens, crying. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Duncan. I couldn’t handle it.”

“Duncan, I have a date, time, and place for the kidnapping,” I murmur, rubbing Adira’s back. “I’m not too worried about Rock tracking this call, because Morris figured out how to use the satellites so it can’t be tracked as long as I keep it short. I’d rather do this in person tomorrow, though.”

“ Yep, tomorrow ,” Duncan grunts. “ Adira , he may be awful, but evil dies when you kill the person housing it. Salt the fucking earth and throw lye over it to make sure of it. You’re so damn strong. Hold on for a little longer. Nothing is going to happen to Callum or I, okay?”

“Duncan?” I say, closing my eyes as I breathe in Adira’s sweet scent. “He mentioned Quinn on the call out of nowhere. I’ll be torturing any information I can out of him in her honor.”

“ Quinn,” he whispers wistfully. “ A part of me wants her to be alive so badly. The other part wishes she wasn’t.”

“Don’t say that,” Adira says, sniffling. “I’m realizing that living is always better than death. I get the chance to dream and grow, change the things I can. That’s so much better than having died from that gunshot in the snow last December. I hope she’s out there and that you find her.”

“ Still an optimist, despite everything,” he murmurs. “ You’re such a treasure, Short Stuff. I’m going to follow your lead on this then. Keep breathing, and I’ll hold onto my hope.”

“Okay,” she whispers as he says goodbye.

“Rock finds ways to try to get me to show emotion or anger by saying the worst things,” I tell her. “No matter what, I can’t show any emotions or care because I’m a monster made in his image. I look like him in every way that matters.”

“I don’t think so,” Adira breathes. “Your eyes have flecks of yellow in them, your hair looks like it has electricity running through it, because of its wildness. The two of you are very different. I don’t believe your father cares about anyone except himself. Alignment of interests only extends so far.”

“You really think that?” I ask, my hands supporting her as she shifts, until she’s straddling my lap.

Her fingers run through my dark curls, her fingers curving up as she watches them bounce back. They make me appear younger even though I’m the oldest child. Slowly, she traces the features of my face until she’s rubbing over my well kept facial hair.

While her eyes are red and her mascara streaks over her cheeks, her breaths are more even now. It’s as if she’s calming down with every touch along my skin.

“Yeah,” she murmurs. “If you tell me it’ll be okay at the end, I’ll believe it.”

Gazing into her midnight blue eyes feels like a gift I don’t deserve, and my hands tighten along her waist. There are so many different ways this could go sideways, things my father could do to change our plans. None of it matters, because I have to trust that I’ll be better than my father in every way.

His plans only go off without a hitch, because he has my pack to carry the burden. Except this time, our interests don’t align. My feelings for my father are ensnared in fear, disgust, and anger, and have never included love.

That emotion belongs to my pack and this little omega in my lap. I’ll give them fucking everything.

“It’ll be okay in the end,” I rasp, her faith in me making my eyes itch as my tear ducts threaten to actually work. A lone tear slides along my cheek, and I pull her down to kiss her.

“I promise I won’t let him touch you,” I growl, feeling an insane amount of anger at the very idea.

“I can manage that if you keep me armed,” she whispers. “You’re going to have to leave me.”

“I hate it,” I confess, my fingers shaking as I push them into her hair. I could fuck them with the amount of pins in her hair, and she makes a noise of caution, but I don’t care. Somehow I manage to avoid them, pulling her into another kiss. “They’re all going to be there together, which makes them three times more fucked up.”

“I want them to think I’m an easy target,” Adira says, kissing me back. Her hips shift, and she gasps as she feels my hard cock against her hot cunt. Whimpering, she tries to focus.

“I do my best work when people don’t expect me to strike.”

“And you also get hurt,” I counter. “You’re stubborn as fuck and hard headed. We have that going for you.”

Grinning, she shrugs. “I have a lot more than just that,” she says, humming as I devour her lips.

Our words to kiss exchange rates are about the same at the moment.

“You do,” I agree. “Beautiful, brave, selfless. Those are all things I’ll use to describe you.”

“Sounding better,” she teases me, her hips moving as if on their own as she grinds down on my cock. All I want is to sink inside of her, fuck her, knot her, and?—

A sharp knock on my window makes me jump as I gasp. The tint on this vehicle is barely short of legal, so as I turn my head, I know the policeman on the other side can’t see me. It does, however, mean the beautiful omega on my lap is going to have to move.

Cockblocked by the police. Wonderful.

“Ugh, my erection is going to be the death of me,” I groan. “Shift off, baby. Or I’m going to throw money at him to leave and fuck you in the car. I really want you to have better than that.”

“Do I need to remind you of the library?” the brat teases me as she moves back to her seat.

“Your ass would look so pretty with my handprints, baby girl,” I grunt, enjoying the way she gives me a saucy smile. I don’t want her to be afraid of me.

Hitting the button to lower the window, I’m very aware of how much the vehicle smells like cookies and leather. It’s an odd combination, but smells incredible to me.

“Hello, officer,” I say calmly, brow raised as if I don’t have a care in the world.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t having car trouble, is all,” he says. “This stretch always has people break down.”

“Thank you, I thought the engine was making a funny noise, but it seems to have evened out,” I lie. “We’ll get going now.”

“Alright,” he murmurs, stepping back as if he doesn’t know if he should believe me or not. If he didn’t want me to latch onto the first thing he gave me, then he shouldn’t have provided the perfect exit strategy. “If you’re sure.”

“Completely sure,” I say, already closing the window. Adira fixes her seatbelt with a small smile and I back out of the parking spot to drive away.

“So smooth,” she says. “I bet you talk your way out of a lot of these kinds of situations.”

“You’d be surprised,” I say, shaking my head. “Kane is the spontaneous one. I always worry so much about repercussions, I’ll talk myself out of things. The last time I had Morris on his knees in an alley was the middle of the summer last year. He was being a sasshole, so I decided to fill his hole with my cock. Morris is only a brat in private. Even then, it’s typically for a reason and really fucking hot.”

She’s seen the brat come out in Morris a few times, and I always act stern, but I fucking love it. He keeps us in line, and is submissive in public. His voice and attitude is usually just for Kane and I, his confidence in our relationship steady.

While Damon has always been distant with Morris, Morris has always thought it was personal. It isn’t and never has been, Damon is just recently thawing out to the world in general. If you’d asked him in early December who were the important people in his life, he’d have included Morris in that very short list.

“Watching Morris kiss you and Kane was amazing,” she says, squirming slightly. I can still smell how turned on she is, and ask myself if I’ll do anything about it when we get back to the rental.

I really want to, but it really depends on her. I refuse to rush things. While I’m jealous she and Damon have had sex, I have to also admit that I’m happy for them. I can feel the shift inside the pack as a whole, and it feels a lot like hope and relief.

“Are your panties slicking like a good little omega?” I growl, adjusting my cock in my pants. Fuck, this material is showing the giant tent I’m currently sporting. At her nod, I grin slowly and evilly, deciding I need to see. “Pull them off and show me, Adira.”

“Off?” she asks, lips parting as her breaths get faster. Her mascara is a mess, cheeks flushed, but she looks beautiful to me.

“Yeah, baby. I’m not a patient man. Be a good girl and do what I ask, because you want to,” I rumble. It’s a heady feeling knowing she can’t be commanded to do things, this beautiful woman has to fully embrace my will.

Waiting, I watch out of the corner of my eye as she decides to do it. Pulling her dress up to her waist, Adira wiggles out of the thick material of her panties. They’re a special blend to keep her slick from escaping from it. I’m fairly certain they’re also meant to keep her scent from releasing as strong as it is, making me smirk with pride.

I don’t think her panties are up to working against her alphas, and I’m smug as fuck about it.

“Spread your legs and show me your cream,” I say, flicking on the overhead light, so I can watch.

Her slick is already beginning to slide down her thighs, and Adira whimpers.

“Come on baby, show me,” I cajole. Slowly, her thighs spread, and I reach over and lift her right leg, to hook her heel up along the door. Her knife is strapped to the thigh that’s against the door, while her other thigh has her gun.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to pull over and fuck her on the goddamn hood of the car right now, which is very not like me.

“Rub your needy clit, make yourself feel good.”

Her fingers run down her body, and she spreads her slick over her needy nub. Moaning, she rubs it in tight circles, head dropping back as she plays with herself. Struggling to keep my attention on both the road and her, I force myself not to crash. Morris would have a lot to say if I did.

The pretty little omega is precious cargo. I need to be careful.

The sounds of her moans make me grunt in pain as she pushes two fingers into her cunt. I can hear her fucking the slick into her tight channel, making me insane. God, I’m toeing the line between pleasure and pain, putting myself through this.

In many ways, I’m a controlling masochist, denying myself the things that make me happy. As Adira’s moans and breathy gasps come faster, I decide that needs to stop.

“That’s it, baby,” I purr, finally hitting the streets of Minneapolis. Jesus, I swear this drive feels longer than it did earlier today. “Thank you for trusting me with those pretty sounds. I can see your thighs starting to shake. Are you close?”

“Yes… Need,” she moans.

“What do you need, baby?” I ask, swallowing hard. My cock is staying in my pants while in the car, because I’m getting dangerously close to not being able to deny her a damn thing.

“To… come,” she whines. The way she hesitates makes me grunt with displeasure. I wonder what she really wanted to say. It’s alright, I’m in control. I’ll wait. Even if I have to cling to it with everything inside of me, I’ll wait for her instead out of some miserable need to punish myself.

“Then fall over the edge for me, beautiful,” I urge. “Let go, and come.”

At my words, I pull into the apartment parking lot, watching as she shudders and rubs her clit through her orgasm. Her toes curl in her open-toed shoes, and the power of her release robs her of her voice as her lips part in a silent scream.

Parking the vehicle, I release my seat belt and lean over her, whispering in her ear, “You have no idea what you do to me, Adira. The little gasps and moans made me almost drive us into a fucking tree. The power you hold over me is scary and all consuming. Next time, I want to hear my name on your lips when you make yourself feel so good you stop breathing.”

A gasp signals the intake of breath, my words reminding her that she stopped breathing.

“Next time?” she whispers, her chest heaving as I pull her fingers from her dripping wet cunt.

“Oh yeah,” I rasp. “May I taste how good it is when you’re my good girl?”

“Oh,” she whimpers, my words making her shiver with need again. “Yes? Ah, yes.”

The injection of a bit more confidence in her words makes me smile, bringing her fingers to my mouth to lick and suck clean. The taste of snickerdoodle, a bit of cinnamon and vanilla frosting makes my eyes roll back as I groan.

I’ve died and gone to Heaven. My teeth gently scrape over her fingertips before I lift my head and wink at her.

“You taste absolutely decadent and amazing,” I whisper. “Do you want more?”

“There can be more?” she asks sweetly.

“Whatever you want, but we have to go inside first. I don’t want anyone to interrupt,” I tell her.

Helping her sit up and wrapping her coat around her shoulders to break up the chill in the air, I turn off the SUV and get out. It takes moments before I’m opening her door and scooping her into my arms. The way Adira snuggles into me for warmth feels like a dream I never want to wake up from.

Kicking the door closed, I lock it with my finger on the alarm button, walking quickly up the steps to the apartment and unlocking first the front door and then the apartment door. Adira’s weight still feels so slight, even though the protein shakes are helping her.

I can barely remember what she first looked like, when we kidnapped her from her family home, to be able to determine what her normal is.

The apartment is silent as I walk inside with Adira, reminding me it’s almost two in the morning. While Morris is typically a night owl, due to his frequent nights spent stalking Adira, after she’s done with work, he may have finally gone to bed knowing I have her safety well in hand.

My track record isn’t due to my ability to ensure her welfare, but rather my inability to make the decision to make her my priority. That’s no longer true.

“I guess they’re all asleep,” I murmur, closing and locking the door behind us. “Do you want to eat something or to come again?”

“What?” she whimpers. “I’m trying to wrap my brain around this version of you, Alpha.”

The way she calls me ‘Alpha’ makes my cock jerk hard, and I growl under my breath, moving her, so that her legs naturally wrap around me.

Her coat falls to the ground as I shift her to hold her against me, showing off her luscious, soft skin. The material of her dress crawls up her body and bunches up at her thighs as she holds me tightly, the hardness of her weapons adding stimulation for me.

Smoothing my hand up her skin, I marvel at how much she’s had to change over the last several months.

Adira is becoming a solid killer, she does so without thought or remorse to protect herself and others. While I need people at my side that aren’t easily breakable, her vulnerability is also addicting.

“What’s to get used to, baby?” I ask, pressing her against the wall as I kiss down her neck. “This is what it’s like to have my attention, to become the air I need to breathe, I’m simply no longer holding the reins on my own leash. You are. Make the rules, set the terms, let me love you.”

“Love me?” she repeats, struggling to follow my rules. Knowing I need to slow down, so she understands my intentions without the cloud of desire, I lift my head to rest it against her forehead.

Fuck, hold it together, man. Tell her what’s going on in that thick head of yours.

“Adira, I love you,” I rumble. My words flow over her, and I can feel her full body jerk in response. I wish I knew what she was feeling. I’ve grown so used to knowing what those most important to me are feeling at all times now that Morris is also bonded to me.

“You’re part of our pack through blood, tears, trauma, and pain. I want to find the strength and courage to hold onto all the good we’re going to experience together too. All I’ve ever had is the need to move from one dumpster fire to the next as I follow my father’s demands. I don’t want to live like that anymore. I refuse to.”

Adira slides her fingers through my hair, gazing at me as she listens. Somewhere in the apartment, I can feel movement, and I realize we have an audience, though they’re staying away.

“I could wish things were different, but you may never have come into our lives, Adira. I’m going to embrace what is and where we go from here,” I tell her.

“Does where we go from here involve your cock and your love?” she asks, smirking. “So much could happen, your conversation tonight with him made me realize I don’t want to wait. The way you love is fierce, I want to spend more time with you to get to that point.”

“Valid,” I growl, dropping my head to kiss her. I didn’t expect her to say the words back, I’ve done a lot of confusing things to her. I can wait for them. “What else do you want? Tell me exactly.”

“What?” she asks, moaning as I bury my face in her shoulder to breathe her in.

“Should I drop to my knees to eat that pretty pussy? Or do you want me to peel that dress off, so you can present your pussy to your alpha and I can fuck you into the wall,” I groan.

Adira is still so innocent, I need to spell out what I want to do to her, and let her choose her poison.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps. “The second, definitely that one. Please.”

“Such a good little omega,” I praise her, setting her on her feet, to pull the one ribbon at her back holding this dress together. Loosening the corset, I push the straps over her shoulders until it drops to the floor. “Show me.”

Stepping out of the puddle of material, her breasts show exactly how aroused she is, her nipples pebbled and tight against her body. My mouth waters as I pull her to me, sucking hard on her breasts.

“So fucking gorgeous. You taste amazing,” I growl. “I’m holding so damn tightly to my control, Adira.”

Letting her go, I watch as she bites her lip in her high heels, her hair still somehow holding strong in its perfect updo.

Her makeup may be fucked, but a part of me wants to ruin the rest of her too. Turning, she walks to the wall, her ass swaying with every step, until she places her hands on the wall and spreads her legs wide.

I can barely breathe as I gaze at her. Someone very helpful left a lamp on, so I can see every detail of her body. As I drink in her beauty, I can admit that she’s bouncing back from the lack of food and nutrition she had before. The medication made her not want to eat, and we were lax about meals. We were terrible kidnappers and alphas.

Adira’s lips curve as she looks over her shoulder, and I begin to take off my belt. Her pussy is puffy and pink, begging for attention. I can’t ignore it, and my heart is pounding with the need to give Adira everything she wants.

The time I’m taking to drop my coat and suit jacket makes her whine as I smirk.

“I’m enjoying the view, and the way your pussy is presented to your alpha,” I drawl, beginning to unbutton my shirt. It feels too impersonal to fuck her while I’m fully dressed. It doesn’t make my words less true, either.

She's a damn vision.

“Jed,” she complains, and I chuckle darkly as I shed the rest of my clothes.

“There’s my name,” I tease her. “How can I help you?”

“Slip the leash and control. Give me everything,” she says.

Her words make me stumble as I take a step forward. It’s as if my brain short circuited and forgot how to keep my balance while I’m in motion.

“Adira,” I growl. “What are you saying?”

“You have too much control, patience, and restraint,” she growls back, her hand moving to her breast to squeeze and roll her nipple. My little omega is all riled up and needs me. “Lose it all, Alpha. I’m begging you. Give me your cock.”

It feels as if in a blink of an eye I’m plastered to her back, my hand grabbing hers and moving it back to the wall. A warning slap on her ass is all she gets to not touch before my heavy, hard cock is rocking through her arousal to coat it.

“It’s yours,” I grunt, my hand pumping the base of my shaft before notching the tip toward her slick channel. “Promise to breathe, baby girl.”

“Argh,” she cries out as I thrust inside of her pussy. “Yes. Oh my God.”

“My name and no one else’s,” I remind her, threading my fingers through hers over her head, as I hook one of her legs over my other arm. She’s unbalanced, leaning on the wall, while I hold her open wide and fuck up into her. Every thrust is deep, my legs bent as I groan, my face buried in her throat as I ask the universe how I got so lucky.

“Jed,” Adira gasps. “God, you feel so good.”

“All yours, baby. God, you somehow feel like heaven,” I say. “I’m going to fill you up with my come, tell me you want that.”

“I want it,” she whines. Her pussy clamps tightly on my cock, pulling me even deeper. I swear, she wants to milk me for every drop of my cum, and while I’m game, I’m not ready yet.

Her slick is loud as I fuck her, pushing me closer to needing to knot her. She needs time to take all of me, even though I’m desperate for more and my control is shredded all to hell.

My teeth bite down without breaking skin, her answering squeal of need as I suck hard to ensure she’ll bear a different mark from me, soothing my need to bite, fuck, rut. I can feel the haze of it flooding over me, and I let it. I know the guys are listening to us fuck, maybe even in the hallway behind me now watching us.

They’ll keep me from taking it too far.

“Knot, please,” she begs, my thrusts pushing her up onto her toes. My knot is pressing against her entrance now, and I refuse to give it to Adira, teasing her instead.

“Make yourself come first,” I whisper in the shell of her ear. “Rub your clit while I fuck you like a good little omega.”

I swear I hear a deep groan from somewhere in the apartment, but I’m not sure. If I was them, I’d have Morris on his knees sucking my cock while I watched.

Adira moves her right hand to rub her clit, a very different situation than when she masturbated in my car.

“I’m so sensitive,” she whines, her head twisting to kiss me over her shoulder.

“I know, but I want to feel you strangle my cock when you come, baby,” I rasp. “Will you give me that? Please?”

I rarely ask for things and Adira hesitates but a moment before she’s playing with her clit again.

“That’s my girl,” I whisper. My thrusts and her slick make my knot start to push through and I gasp as it looks as if I’m not going to have a choice in giving her my knot.

“Don’t stop!” she screams, and I grunt as I begin to fuck my knot into her.

“Never,” I growl, my vision beginning to blacken as she moans. Her walls are clamping and fluttering around me, her legs shaking. “God, you’re so impatient, baby. I fucking love how much you want my knot. You’re going to get it and so much more. Come for me.”

Moaning, she lets go and my knot pushes the rest of the way into her. My cock jerks before I drop my head back and roar as I follow after her, ropes of cum filling up her tight cunt. Carefully putting her leg down, I hold her tightly to my body, whispering in her ear.

“Thanks for the show,” Kane says breathlessly. Turning, I see Morris’ mouth lifting off my brother’s cock, his mouth full of his cum. Damon grins, his cheeks red as he pulls his hand away from his own cock, now drenched in his own release.

“Oh my God,” Adira says, giggling as she sees them as well.

Grinning, I kiss her as I shake my head. I guess this is what life is going to be like now.