5. Five to Seven Minutes

Chapter 5

Five to Seven Minutes

Bishop

M y eyes quickly adjust to the dark closet. Shelves line the walls like a pantry, but there’s barely anything on them. A few cardboard boxes, some cleaning supplies, and a broom propped against one shelf. 1

Quite frankly, I couldn’t give a shit what’s in here when my omega is going out of her mind with lust. It would only take five minutes to get back to our wing, but she needs us now . And I intend to give her everything she needs.

My muscles relax with a pleasurable ripple as I give into the rut, the pain of resisting it fading away. As my knot slowly begins to swell, I can’t think clearly—well, I can, but only about one thing: her .

“Let’s take care of our mate,” Ecker says, depositing Sinclair against my chest. She circles my neck with her arms and waist with her legs. She burns in my hold, her skin a thousand degrees.

“Fuck, it really feels like she has a fever.” Worry chills my rut, my thoughts going from hazy and hot to clear and concerned. I brush her hair off her sweaty forehead, lifting her head from my shoulder. She shudders, and I get flashes of gold as her eyelids flutter, like she’s on the verge of losing consciousness.

“Shit, Sin, are you okay?” I ask as guilt fills my stomach. I was so fucking focused on getting my dick wet that I didn’t realize my mate is suffering to the point of illness.

“I’m—” I cup her cheek and her mouth falls open, eyes closing with a gasp. She seems to press into my palm and breathes, “ So fucking good.”

“Y-You’re not sick?”

“Dude, did you really think I had her sitting on my cock for my own pleasure?” Ecker scoffs, taking out his dick and maneuvering his pants down in the tight space.

“Uh . . . yeah . . .” Confusion replaces concern as I glare at his boner. I’m not letting that thing anywhere near her—

“I may have pushed it a little longer than I should have, but the more she resisted going into heat, the stronger it would be when she finally let it in.”

“But she flinched when I touched her.”

“Because it felt good ,” Ecker snarks.

“ Enough . . . talking . . . , ” Sinclair pleads softly between heavy breaths.

She reaches behind her to wrap her fist around Ecker’s length. He steps closer as she lazily strokes it, his gaze rich and golden. He brushes her hair off her neck, and she rolls her head to the side with a soft moan.

“Every little touch is amplified, isn’t it? Every little touch, tiny shocks of pleasure,” he murmurs against her throat, lips just barely dusting her skin, and I can see goose bumps rise.

“ Mm-hmm. ” She hums then turns her brilliant golden eyes up to mine. “I need you too, B.”

“Whatever you need. Lock your legs for me.” I hike her higher up my waist, and she clings to me so I can free my hands to undo my pants. While I do this, Ecker drags his fingers through her slick, then he slides them farther, to her back hole.

Once my hard cock is free, I palm her ass with both hands, hoisting her up to take me. I freeze when she lightly takes my face between her hands. I’m stunned to find something almost sorrowful in her eyes.

“Whatever I need . ” She repeats my words then asks meekly, “But do you need me too?”

“Fuck, Sin.” I exhale, hurting from seeing her uncertain about my feelings for her. I’ve been so clinical that I’ve made her feel like a duty, when that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s finally let her guard down, allowed herself to be soft and vulnerable, and I can’t let her think that was a mistake. “Before I couldn’t breathe around you. Now, you’re my air.”

I lightly press my lips to her forehead and feel her affection for me flow through the bond. It sinks into my bones. It’s different from desire or lust or need. It’s pure and soft.

Since she and Ecker bonded, there’s been times when I felt forgotten about or like the runner up. Today’s meeting was one of those moments.

But I realize now, it’s not about choosing him or me. She can want us both, even more than she did before. Because even with Ecker hard and ready to fuck her until every cell in her body is sated, she still wants me— us . Because I can give her something he never can: myself.

“So please,” I ask in a desperate, husky whisper, “will you let me breathe?”

Her forehead crinkles and she nods in short, eager bobs, swallowing deeply.

“Okay, Romeo, we only got five minutes. You can romance her all you want once we’re out of this closet.” Ecker hurries it along, continuing to wet his cock and her ass with the slick coating her inner thighs. “I don’t even need to prep you, do I? Not with the way you’ve been dripping on my cock all morning and your heat making your body so relaxed and ready.” She mewls eagerly.

“I’m gonna put you on my cock now, Omega, and my brother is going to fill your ass. You’re going to take us both because that’s what we all need.”

“Please, I feel so empty,” she begs, unlocking her ankles behind me so that I can hook my arms under her knees as she slides down my dick. Her mouth falls open and her eyes darken to a deep gold. The lust in our bond pulses as she sinks deeper into heat, intensifying my rut.

As her wet, hot pussy sheathes me, I groan. “This pussy belongs to your alphas, doesn’t it?” I growl with a flare of possessiveness.

Her cunt isn’t just for me anymore, but it doesn’t feel any less mine. Doesn’t make me want to bury myself to the hilt again and again any less. Doesn’t make the desire to pump her so full of my cum that she’ll be leaking me for days any less.

“Every breath . . .” Ecker grips her hip with one hand and lines up his dick with the other. “. . . and every hole . . . ” He pushes into her ass, and she gasps, raptured. “. . . belongs to us .”

She arches her back to wrap one arm around Ecker’s neck. He dips his head to suck a bruise into her porcelain skin, right above my claiming bite. Our marks look so good next to each other on her neck. Like she was always meant to be not just mine, but ours .

Looking at them makes me feral. I want to claim her all over again, cover every inch of her skin with my teeth. I settle for digging my fingers into her hips and bouncing her forcefully up and down my length. My jaw grinds every time my swelling knot hits her pussy but never sinks inside.

God , I’m dying to knot her, plug her with my cum.

But I can’t . Anger is quick to flare.

She’s my mate — I punch my hips up as I shove her down even more forcefully on my cock— I should be able to knot her whenever I want—

Fuck—no . I can’t think about that. Not when rut rages through me and the visceral need to fulfill my deepest alpha cravings burns hot inside me.

It will drive me mad.

I force my thoughts from what I can’t have to what I can: my omega.

Right here, right now, with my brother. And fuck if it still doesn’t feel like every . Goddamn . Thing .

Her pussy tightens with every inch Ecker buries in her ass. I feel his strokes against my own cock.

He is a ruthless lover, growling and nipping her flesh. He bites down on her shoulder as he punches into her with a tortured look on his face. She cries out, and I slam my mouth down on hers to swallow the sound, remembering Titus’s parting words.

My head swims as I lose myself in our kiss. I’m swept away in every taste and swipe of her tongue, like I’d truly never need air again if she never stopped kissing me like this. I’m pulled further out from shore when she flings her arms around my neck, clawing my shoulders, tugging on my bun.

It’s a frantic, frenzied sort of energy that builds with every one of her rough touches. It skitters across my skin and courses through our bond.

“Two minutes.” There’s a knock on the door at Titus’s gruff voice.

“Shit,” I curse. I’m not even close to having gotten my fill.

“We don’t need to finish. We can’t knot her anyway.” Ecker speaks through heavy breaths, never breaking his brutal rhythm. “Just give it to her hard and make her come.”

Her eyes fly to mine with a worried look in them. “But—”

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you my knot once we get back to the wing,” I assure her, and the crease between her brows relaxes. I love how she craves my knot filling her, the way I crave her scent filling my lungs, for every breath to be a reminder of who she is and who she belongs to.

“Rub your clit, baby girl,” Ecker coaches in a tender contrast to the way he fists her hair, tugging her head back. He laves her neck with his tongue, making her breath shake when he passes over his bite, and adds coarsely, “You’re gonna come nice and hard for us. Leave us desperate for more. Then, when we get back to our wing, we’ll draw out that hunger and take our time.”

“Yes, yesss .” She moans, her fingers moving hurriedly between us, as she works herself higher and higher.

Her pussy clenches so strongly that the pleasure nearly knocks me off my feet. “ Goddd ,” I sputter with a groan, stumbling back with Ecker’s next thrust.

My back hits the shelf and something clatters loudly to the ground. The metal shelves creak and smack against the wall each time he slams inside her.

It’s nothing but background noise.

Ecker taunts her some more. “You’ll be writhing and begging by the time we finally give you our cocks again. And we’ll be equally desperate to pin you down and breed you.”

“ Please ,” she begs, and a spark of harried desire ignites in the bond, her omega nature alighting at his words.

And my alpha nature aching to fulfill it.

“You want that?” My voice is grizzly, so drenched with the rut that I sound like a beast. “You want to be our little breeding whore?” Her pussy answers me with a greedy clench.

“ Oh my god .” She gasps as if startled by her own desire.

Ecker’s hand clamps around her throat. “That’s not an answer, Omega,” he growls.

“Yes, yes, please.” She sounds so desperate, so pitifully sweet.

“What if we want to tie you down and take turns filling you until your cunt is red and swollen, used and dripping?”

She doesn’t answer him, speechless and wracked with pleasure. Her body trembles. Her teeth sink into her lip. Her nails bite into my shoulder. Her scent claws at my senses.

She’s so close. I can’t resist deepening the fantasy we’re creating. “Or maybe I’ll feed you my cum while Ecker knots your pussy. You’ll take every drop like a good little cum slut then thank your alphas for taking such good care of you.”

“Oh—fuck, fuck, fuck ,” she cries, and Ecker quickly wraps his hand around her mouth with a grunt as she clenches hard around us.

She comes, her pussy quivering, and I want so fucking bad to stay inside her, to feel every pulse until my cock throbs, to push my knot in until it locks us blissfully together.

I can tell Ecker is feeling the same pain as his head falls onto her shoulder and he pants raggedly.

We give her a minute to catch her breath. Then it’s fucking torture pulling out. My arms feel heavy, definitively locked around her. I can’t bring myself to let her go from my grasp too.

Ecker gets his pants back up then looks at us, having not moved a muscle. He sighs understandingly. So when I swing both her legs up to cradle her, he pulls my pants up my legs for me.

He forces my stiff dick into my waistband, and I groan roughly. “Sorry, dude. I’m in the same boat,” he says, grabbing his crotch and shaking his legs, trying to get comfortable with a hard-on and jeans.

“Let’s get fucking out of here,” I grumble, and he gets the door.

Sinclair tucks her face into my chest as we face the bright light of the hallway. I give in to the urge to run my hand over her soft hair as she does, and it helps soothe the grating feel of my unsatisfied rut.

Titus is standing with his arms crossed and the same scowl he had when we went in. He grinds his jaw and adjusts himself in his pants. “That was seven minutes.”

Ecker barks a laugh then gives him a cocky wink. “Seven minutes in heaven, baby.”

1. “ I’m God” by Clams Casino, Imogen Heap