Chapter 3

Ian

My leg bounces because my nerves are shot. I don’t know how Will and Nick could be so cold about all of this. I know an Omega was the last thing any of us wanted or expected. And we sure as hell weren’t planning on finding our scent match last night. But the reality of the situation is, we did.

There’s an Omega upstairs who is scared and tied up. And Nick just left her there like that. He commanded us not to go in there until he got back from his run into town. But he’s been gone all morning. We can’t leave her locked up there. She has to need the bathroom by now. And I am not cleaning up piss.

“I’m going to check on her.” I put my coffee cup down on the table and stand.

“You heard what Nick said.” Will peeks up from his phone.

“I don’t give a shit what Nick has to say. Just because he’s the oldest doesn’t mean he’s in charge of us,” I snap.

He raises a brow at me, and I just flip him off.

How are they not going out of their minds knowing their Omega is upstairs in distress! I couldn’t sleep a wink last night because all I could think about was her. Was she still crying? Was she hungry? Did she need to use the bathroom?

But most of all, I worried that because of Nick’s barbaric ways, she’s going to hate us. Not that I would blame her if she did.

I don’t want her to hate me. The idea of my Omega despising me makes me sick to my stomach.

I’m not like my brothers when it comes to their views on settling down and finding an Omega. They think an Omega will get in the way. I think one would make us better people if we gave it a try.

This life we live, I hate it. I don’t get any pleasure in it. But it beats the alternative of being under our father’s thumb.

I want what most Alphas want. An Omega to love and care for, to settle down and be happy. I also love my brothers, and I can’t see my life without them in it.

Now life has brought us our scent match, a perfect Omega meant just for us, into our lives, and Nick is treating her like the scum of the earth.

That’s where I’m drawing the line.

The steps creek under my weight as I make my way up the stairs. I’m not sure how this is going to go, but I can’t leave her in there like this any longer.

“Hello!” Her voice meets my ears as I hit the top of the stairs. “Can someone please untie me? I really don’t want to pee myself.”

Fuck . That has me quickening my pace. With the key that Nick gave me in case of emergencies, I unlock the door and throw it open. My eyes flick down to Nova, who’s squirming on the bed.

“Oh, thank God. Please.” Her face is tear-stained, voice cracking. “Please, I beg you, let me pee.”

“Shit,” I hiss, rushing over to her. “Are you okay?” I ask as I make quick work of the ribbons.

“Okay? Do I look okay?” she snaps.

“I’m so sorry he kept you up here like this,” I murmur as I free her legs and then start on her arms.

“Really? Because you did nothing about it. I’ve had to pee for hours.” For someone who is technically kidnapped, she doesn’t seem to care too much about the way she talks to her captors.

She’s got a spunky attitude to her that I like.

“Come on. I’ll take you to the bathroom.” I help her to her feet. She moves to take a step forward, but stops, clamping her legs shut, eyes going wide.

“I don’t think I can walk,” she says in a panicky, high-pitched squeak.

My eyes roam over her as I think of what to do. “I can carry you. Are you okay if I pick you up?”

She nods. “Yes, please hurry.”

I nod and try to ignore her tempting pheromones as I scoop her up bridal style. I really try to ignore the way my pants grow tighter as I lift my Omega into my arms.

Making sure not to shake her too much, I rush her to the bathroom and place her down in front of the toilet.

She goes to pull down her pants, but pauses, looking up at me through a curtain of hair. “Thank you. But you can go now.”

“Oh, right, sorry,” I mumble, cheeks blazing as I quickly leave the bathroom and close the door behind me.

I lean against the wall next to the door and wait for her to be finished. I don’t expect her to jump out a window or anything, we’re pretty high up.

Her peppermint and chocolate scent lingers on my clothes. Gathering my shirt, I bring it up to my nose and take a deep inhale.

“Fuck,” I groan, my cock jerking in my pants.

In this moment, I’ve never wanted another person like I do her. A part of me wants to barge into the bathroom and take her over the sink.

That’s something Nick would do, not me. I have respect, and consent is a big thing for me.

Sometimes, I wonder how we’re even related. My brothers get their darker side from our dad, while I take after my mom. At least, I’m assuming so because I’ve never met the woman, or at least, not that I remember. And my dad doesn’t know shit about her because all she was to him was a piece of ass.

In the MC, when a sweet-butt gets pregnant, they have to stay at least until they give birth, and afterward, if they want to leave, they can. But they have to leave their child behind. Then, they do a DNA test to see what member has knocked her up. It’s fucking crazy and so messed up.

I’m about to ask if she’s okay in there when I hear the shower running. “Ian!” her voice calls out, and without thinking anything of it, I’m jumping in action.

“Yes?” I open the door, peeking my head in.

“Look, I’m sure that me taking a shower isn’t something you would have said yes to if I asked, but I’m already in here, and I really needed one. So, can you grab my clothes from my bag, so I have something I can change into when I’m done? Oh, and a towel!”

My brows raise, my cheeks twitching with the rise of my lips.

“Ah, I think Nick left it in the van. But I might have something you can borrow,” I offer, clearing my throat.

“Why can’t you just go get it?” This Omega is something else. She’s got a backbone and a personality to match.

“He went into town.”

“So, he could go into town but I couldn’t even take a piss? Real nice. You know, your brother's an asshole, right?”

A laugh slips free. “I’ve gotten that impression, yes.”

My eyes stare at the curtain, hyper-focused on the fact that Nova is naked behind it, rubbing soap all over her body. Did she choose mine? Something with a more sweet, subtle smell versus the spiced ones my brothers use?

“I think he needs to eat a Snickers or something. He was not as nice as he was in the van.”

I let out a heavy sigh. “Nova, Nick isn’t a nice guy. He’s a loyal brother and a stronger soldier, but his manners... well, that’s not something he really took a liking to.”

She peeks her head out through the curtain, her hair wet and some strands sticking to her face.

“Do you think he’s going to hurt me?” she asks, blinking with worry in her eyes. “Like really hurt me?”

“No.” I shake my head. “He won't hit you, and he might be a crazy asshole, but he’s not a rapist. I do see him pushing you, though, trying to get you to break.”

“What does that mean?” Her brows furrow.

“With Nick, you never know.” I shrug my shoulders. My brother is a loose cannon sometimes. But I’ve never seen him harm a woman before. At least not one who hasn’t asked for it.

“What about your other brother, Will? Is he a raging dickwad too?”

“No.” I chuckle. “He has his moments, more stubborn than anything. He’s really big in following what Nick says, though.”

“But not you.” She cocks her head to the side. It’s not a question she’s asking me, it’s a statement. “No. You're nothing like your brothers, are you? That much I can tell just by talking to you.”

I shouldn’t be sharing all this information with her like this, but there’s something about her that makes me want to spill all my secrets and give her the world.

I clear my throat. “I’m going to go grab you something to wear and a towel.” I leave her to finish her shower and grab what I need before bringing it back.

“Thanks.”

“You know, for someone who’s being held against their will, you sure are taking it like a champ.”

She laughs, and the sound goes right to my dick. “Well, what else am I going to do? Screaming and crying got me nowhere. The way I see it, I’ve gotten a place to stay and hopefully food to eat for however long you're planning on keeping me. It beats wasting all my money on hotel rooms, or having to go to the Omega help center. I’d rather be here than there any day.

“Why? Aren’t places like that supposed to help Omegas in need?”

She snorts out a humorless laugh. “All they do is ship unexpecting Omegas off to unmated packs and claim it’s helping. I’d rather take my chances here with you lot, than be forced to mate with a pack of creepy Alphas.”

Did she miss the part where we’re her Alphas, whether or not any of us want it? How could she not feel it, smell it? She seems to be really good at hiding that fact, while here I am, standing in the bathroom beside her, with a weeping cock staining my boxers with pre-cum.

She pulls the curtain back, and I choke on my tongue. “Mind handing me that?” she asks, pointing to the towel in my hand.

My breathing starts to pick up as my cheeks heat. I’m teetering on the edge of control right now, and it’s going to snap any moment.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Her pupils widen. Her arousal hits me like a punch in the dick, making me groan.

It's a battle between pheromones right now. Mine are coming off in waves, letting her know how much I want her. It’s getting a response from her that I very much like.

“Stop.” The word comes out on a shaky breath, almost a whimper this time, her chest heaving.

I can’t stop. I don’t know how to stop. My Omega is so fucking stunning. Her large breasts are plump, her nipples hardened peaks. She has a whole sleeve of tattoos that are so fucking sexy.

“Nova.” Her name comes out gruff as I feel my resistance slipping. “Take the towel.”

I raise my hand out to give it to her, and she lifts her shaky one to accept it. But when she goes to take it, her fingers brush mine, setting my whole body on fire, and she whimpers in response.

And that whimper, that fucking whimper, is my undoing.

I grab her wrist, pulling her into my arms. She squeaks as she hits my chest with a thud.

“I need to taste you,” I groan. My voice coming out thick with want. “Please. Just one taste.”

Her eyes flick rapidly between mine, her lips parted as she considers what to do.

She hasn’t tried to get away from me, and part of me fucking preens at that. “I won’t force myself on you, Nova. If you say no, as hard as it would be, I’ll force myself out of this room. But I smell how needy that little pussy is. Let me help you. I don’t even care about getting off myself, it’ll be all about you.”

Her chest heaves as she rubs her thighs together. “Please,” she replies in the smallest of whispers. “Help. Take the pain away.”

That's all I needed to hear. I almost sob in relief as I scoop her up, placing her on the bathroom sink. I’m down on my knees in seconds, widening her legs.

When I see how soaked she is, how much her pussy is dripping, I almost blow in my damn pants. “Fuck,” I breathe.

“Ian. Alpha, please.”

No one’s ever begged for me before. I don’t make her ask again before diving between her creamy white thighs.

“Oh, God!” she screams as my tongue swipes up her folds, her hips bucking toward my mouth as she grabs a handful of my hair.

The taste of her slick on my tongue makes me snap, and I start to devour her like a starved man. I lick and suck, fucking her with my tongue, and she rewards me with her cries of pleasure, her sweet slick coating my face.

I can’t get enough. I want more, need more.

Two of my fingers slide into her entrance, and when she gasps loudly, I look up at the goddess she is. Her head hangs back against the mirror, her face tilted toward the ceiling, lips parted as she whimpers and whines.

I fuck her with my fingers, growling into her pussy as I lap up her slick.

“I’m close. Fuck, keep doing that. Please, Alpha, don’t stop.”

Never. I’d never stop. I’d spend the rest of my life between these thighs, tasting her sweet cunt, swallowing every last drop of slick before I demanded more.

Crooking my fingers, I hit just the right spot, making her sob out my name. I take her clit into my mouth, sucking hard, and then she shatters. Her body shakes above me as she screams her release, slick gushing out and soaking my hand.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Will’s voice is like a slap to the face, breaking me out of some kind of trance.

Scrambling to get to my feet, I use my clean hand to wipe the wetness from my face.

“I... She... Fuck!” I curse. I don’t regret what we did, not at all. But there are consequences I didn’t think of until now, like how her perfume fills the room, thick and suffocating, in the sweetest of ways. It’s too strong to just be from being aroused or from sex.

“You really did it now!” Will snarls, waving his hand toward the Omega, who looks like she’s drunk from her climax. “I swear to God, you better not have fucking triggered her heat! Nick is going to kill us.”

Shit!

Shit, shit, shit. I fucked up. I fucked up big time.