13. Weston

thirteen

Weston

Three years ago- Just after Silver kisses Silas

S ilver

It's not working, and I'm not sleeping. He knows I'm here. He touches me whenever he gets a chance. Whispers in my ear all the things he's going to do to me. I haven't slept. I can't eat. I'm so scared. How can no one know I'm this scared?

And I did something stupid.

Really stupid. Why is my life like this? Oh, god, I'm so sorry.

Onyx hates me now. I'm sorry. Why do I do stupid things?

I hate me now, too. She will never forgive me.

I'm so tired.

Present Day

There is something really, really wrong.

I open the door to the nest, and everything inside me goes feral. I have to fight back a snarl and whirl, staring at the others.

"I need you to stay out here. Just give me a few minutes."

"What the fuck?" Quint snarls, but I shake my head, and his face transforms. He backs off warily.

"Trust me," I say to Ross and Ian.

They hesitate, and then nod. I calmly close the door and send a quick prayer to whoever is on the other side that I've made the right decision.

It takes me a moment to find her. She's perched in the middle of the bed, with her arms wrapped around her knees. She is so painfully still. In the dark, it's hard to make anything out, but the scent is crystal clear.

She's terrified.

"Silver?"

She shudders but doesn't answer.

"I'm just going to move a bit closer. I'm not going to touch you." I keep my voice pitched low and my movements slow and even.

I take a slow, cautious step towards the bed. She eyes me like she doesn't know me. That's not good.

"All right, Silver, sweetie. I know this is hard, but I need you to see if you can remember who I am. Can you tell me what my name is?" I keep my voice low and unthreatening, silently pleading for her to remember me.

She lets out a low growl of pure warning.

"When I was little, Quint and I used to look similar enough that no one could tell us apart. Can you tell me my name?"

She unclenches her jaw, and I notice the death grip she has on her legs. That's got to be hurting.

"West-" the rasp comes out, and my heart jumps in my chest. I have to hold back a shout of triumph.

I take a step closer. "No one is going to hurt you. No one is going to touch you without your express permission, baby, but we don't want to see you hurting, and you are hurting."

She shudders. "I-" She cuts herself off short and tightens that terrible hold she has on herself.

"Talk to me, tell me what's wrong."

"Lights. Sounds. Smells. This room." Silver spits out and lets out another growl.

I chance another two steps until I'm halfway up the bed. I could reach out and grab her, but that would be a shocking betrayal of the fragile trust I'm building.

"We don't have to stay here. We could have a look in the house and see if there's a better spot."

"I don't want!" She hisses and rises up. "Do you want my body, Alpha?"

I don't like this sudden seductive tone.

"I don't just want your body, Omega, I want all of you. Your mind, your soul, your heart, and your body. I want you to trust me and know that I'll take care of you, and you'll never feel pain from my hands."

Confusion flickers in her eyes. She sucks in a deep breath. "West?"

I take a chance and reach out. She doesn't hesitate, taking my hand. I pull her into my arms and turn away from the bed.

"Where are we going?" She almost shrieks.

"Somewhere you can feel safe," I murmur gently and kiss her temple. "No one is going to touch you unless you feel safe."

She shivers in my arms, inhaling and holding her breath while her eyes dart all over the place, searching for a danger that isn't here.

The door opens for us, and Quint steps back, allowing us to pass. "Try the third floor. Ian says that's where her mask cracked."

I take the stairs two at a time. When we get to the top, I cautiously let her go and watch as her fear spikes, and then ebbs.

"Ian?" she whispers.

She is absolutely under the influence of her heat. I don't even know if she will remember this, but not a single one of us is going to touch her, not like this.

Ross sits in a corner, playing her favourite songs, and she drifts towards him, staring as he sings her favourite song.

The balance of fear and arousal tips. By the time Ian and Quint carefully enter the room with blankets and pillows, she's swaying to the music and seems to have forgotten whatever happened downstairs.

Or at least, I thought she had. When she spots Ian and Quint, her fear spikes again before easing.

Why would the sight of an alpha make her fear spike?

I have no good answers for that question, and all the ones my mind supplies leaves me feeling sick to my stomach.

"Dance with me?" I whisper hoarsely, drawing her attention and trying like hell to get that haunted, agonized look out of her eyes.

She turns and moves in my direction, forgetting Quint and Ian. I make sure that our bodies aren't touching as I dance her around the room.

"How do you feel?" I whisper the question.

"Hot," she whispers back, her eyes fluttering shut. I don't say a word as she peels off the t-shirt she's wearing, revealing nothing but miles of lovely cream skin and a body that was made out of every fantasy I've ever had.

She's naked. She presses close to me suddenly. I have to fight my instincts. The urge to pull her close and claim her rides at me, pounding into my head. Her hands slide up my chest, leaving trails of fire, making it hard to think.

"Alpha, I need you."

I swallow hard. "Then you're going to have to take it from me, baby. You take what you want, stop when you want."

She pauses, her head cocked. "I'm in charge?"

"You're in charge."

"Take off your clothes and lay down," Silver says, rendering my brain useless.

I take off my clothes, slowly measuring my movements, so nothing appears threatening, and then I lay on the rug. It's thin and doesn't quite get rid of the chill from the floor, but it could be a block of ice for all I care.

Ross keeps playing, but he's playing something slower, softer. Ian's leaning against the door.

She spots him and pauses.

"He's making sure no one gets in, keeping his omega safe," I whisper.

The words relax her, and she looks back at me, taking me in. All of me, from my messy hair, down my chest to my aching cock. She hesitates there, and then follows my body down to my toes, and then returns to my eyes.

I'm nervous, suddenly. What if she doesn't like what she sees? What if I'm not enough?

"Is this to your approval, Omega?" Quint asks in a sexy drawl.

She lets out a purr that startles me, breaks me. It takes EVERYTHING to stay exactly where I am.

Silver pushes her hair back over her shoulders, and I allow myself to get my first good look at her body. She's perfect. Her breasts are a handful, her skin luminescent. Long, toned limbs and a tiny waist.

She crouches over me. I keep my eyes on hers, trying not to move as she drags her heat along the length of my cock.

Silver leans forward, pressing her hands against my chest. I grit my teeth and close my eyes as she leans closer.

"Alpha," she whispers.

I open my eyes and watch as she lowers her mouth to my skin. The hot, opened mouth kisses trail down my collarbone until she reaches my nipple. I hiss as she sucks gently; her nails scraping lightly over my shoulder. She's exploring, and this is good. It's great. I just don't know if I can control myself much longer.

I turn my head and send a silent plea to the others.

Quint smirks.

"Permission to approach the omega?" Quint says with direct challenge.

Silver sits upright on me, causing me to flex, unable to resist the hot movement her cunt makes as she slides easily against me. She is so wet. If all we do is this, I will die happy.

Silver glares at him as he circles her.

"Let me make you feel good, darling. Let me touch you, please?" Quint whispers in teasing, challenging taunts that stir her wildness to the surface.

Silver swallows hard, watching him like he's dangerous. But her eyes are furious, sapphire gems.

"Don't leave me hanging, darling," Quint teases. "You remember how we like to share? We really like to make you feel good. Let me show you."

Silver narrows her eyes and drops her chin a quarter of an inch, then leans back down and continues licking my chest.

I groan, clenching my hands so I don't reach out and touch her.

Quint kneels behind her and snags her waist, running his hands up her body until he gets to her breasts. He reverses direction, moving slowly, touching everywhere.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He whispers.

She lets out a sob, her nipples poking out, begging for my mouth, but I promised I wouldn't move.

I watch as my brother brushes his thumb lightly over her nipples. She trembles and lets out a coo that makes my cock flex. Slick gushes all over me.

I think of the most terrible things I can think of but stay still while Quint teases our omega into a sexual haze.

"Do you want to fuck your alpha? Do you want a knot?" Quint whispers in her ear. My eyes snap open. I've been rocking my hips, unable to stop, but now I don't move an inch.

"Yes, I want him."

"Then take him. Reach down and grip him in your sexy little hand and sink down onto him. Teach West that you can take whatever you want."

She does that with no hesitation, and when she presses me to her entrance, when she sinks down, I swear, I die a little. She is so tight and so wet. It takes everything in me not to move. My toes curl, and I squeeze my eyes closed.

"You're melting his brain, Omega. Good girl. All the way down, don't worry, you're made for him. He'll fit."

I hear raspy breathing and see Ian has moved closer.

"Silver," I moan, pleading.

Her face freezes, and then she smiles. A smile of confidence and control. She lifts up, following Quint's instructions.

"Oh, god!" I moan and thrust up.

Silver gasps. "Do that again!"

I obey her at once. And then again. And again. I can't stop.

She meets me with each thrust, her breasts jiggling, her face blank with pleasure. Not a single sign of any fear.

I relax, right until Quint pushes her down. He runs his hands over her back.

"Do you trust me, Omega?"

Silver nods with no hesitation. We are so fucking lucky.

"I want to fuck you here," he must touch her ass because she tenses, and then moans. "Can I do that? Can I be inside you, too?"

She nods.

"I need words, darling."

"Yes, Quint, fuck my ass. Please," Silver hisses.

I focus on not coming; I ignore my brother prepping her, but I can't ignore the way she clenches around me and releases. Her whines and moans make me weak. I fight not to lose control, but she is all I can see. Every part of me is in tune with her.

It seems like it takes an eternity and no time at all, and then Quint is pushing into her.

She gets even wetter, frantically clawing at my chest, driving me almost out of my mind. Quint leans on her, pushing her down to me, and I kiss her without thinking, I just need to taste her.

Fairy floss is now my favourite flavour. Its sweet sugar explodes into my mouth, and I'm gone.

And so is she.

She cries out against my lips, her whole body shuddering in our arms, her cunt squeezing my cock impossibly tight. I growl and thrust back in, but she surprises me, forcing herself down onto my knot.

If her orgasm was intense before, this sudden explosion of pleasure is off the charts. Mine is, too. I claw at the rug. My back arches as I come and come, emptying myself into her.

She clings to me, panting as Quint tries to ride through it and fails.

The heat haze clears from her eyes just a bit. She cups the side of my cheek and stares at me in wonder.

"I didn't think I could ever do that."

I frown, about to ask what that means, but she closes her eyes, and in the next moment, moans, her frantic movements around my knot making me forget she even spoke.