14. Ian

fourteen

Ian

Three years ago at the hotel she's banished to

S ilver

The hotel I'm staying at won't let me out of my room. They also won't let anyone in. I finally get to sleep. I finally eat.

Then I cry. I cry a lot.

Because I lost everything.

But now there's nothing left of me.

Present Day

I take a step towards them. When Quint flicks me a warning look, he pulls out of her, sits back, and in a move that surprises the fuck out of me, sinks his teeth into the upper curve of her ass. She yelps, but it turns into a panting moan. He lets go, licks it twice, and moves in front of her, where she lunges at him, biting him hard.

I'm frozen, staring at them, locked in their embrace. West moves closer, and she lunges at him, hitting him in almost the exact opposite spot she managed to bite Quint.

West groans, his head tilting back. He leans forward, and when she rises up; he sinks his teeth into the delicate column of her throat.

I move closer, and she turns, her eyes wide, staring up at me. Ross has stopped playing his music now. He's beside me, naked, his cock leaking pre-cum. He reaches down and absently strokes himself. Her eyes watch him do it, almost like she's hunting.

Ross moves just one of his feet, and she sweeps into his space, glancing at me. It's okay, I can wait. I move back, watching as Ross twirls her around the room, stopping only when their kiss gets so heated that it's not possible for them to keep moving. She climbs him like he's a tree, panting and moaning around him.

Slick glistens down the inside of her thighs. My mouth waters, but apparently, Ross is a mind reader because he lowers them to the floor so he's laying on his back and urges her up so she straddles his face.

The hunger in her expression is something I will never, ever forget. Ross wraps his arms around her thighs and pulls her down to his mouth.

She tilts her head back and gasps.

It doesn't take long before she's riding him, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm. The sounds of his muffled groans are almost crudely erotic. I lean against the wall and watch my pack mate devour our omega.

She comes on him, her hair thrown back, looking incredible, like a goddess. He holds her to him and keeps going. A few minutes later, she comes again. And again. He keeps going, slurping until we're all going insane. The twins watch with burning eyes. They look almost demonic. I suspect I look the same.

At last, he lets her thighs go, and she crawls off him, shuddering, but before she can go far, Ross grabs her from behind, pulling her hips back into his and impaling himself in one slick move.

She keens. The sound is glorious.

He fucks her slowly but thoroughly, whispering secrets in her ear. She trembles in his arms, barely able to hold herself up, and when he forces his knot into her pleasure-filled body, I hold my breath.

The sound of her whine, the smell of spun sugar, Ross' growl. My own heavy breathing. It's an explosion of living that I didn't even know I could feel. This is real, and I want this more than anything. And when they sink their teeth into each other, completing the pack bonds, I feel it in my chest.

And for a moment, I'm terrified because I don't want to lose her.

Ross trembles, his face stark with his ecstasy. He looks gorgeous. I stand against the wall, giving them space, but all I want to do is go over there.

They stay fused together, whispering to each other. Ross laughs occasionally and kisses her nape and shoulders, and finally, finally, he slips free of her, gets to his feet, and staggers back.

She looks up and finds me. Our eyes collide, and the room fades away. All that exists is my omega and me. I don't care if she rejects me tomorrow. I don't care if she says she'll never be mine. I will always be hers. I don't need anything more than that.

I walk to her as she rises to her feet. Her hands grip my belt when I get close, and she undoes it with her eyes locked on mine. She pulls it from my pants and throws it away. Her fingers make short work of undoing my jeans. We still haven't looked away from each other. We still haven't spoken a single word.

I reach out and cup her cheeks, leaning forward to press my lips to hers. Her taste is so strong, so wild. I'll get drunk on sugar, but who cares?

Silver gasps, and then my jeans are around my ankles. I kick them off and lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around me. I walk us back to the wall I've been leaning on, the spot where I can see the moon, I can see the night sky and everything in this room.

I push my body up against hers, holding her there as I grab her wrists, gently rubbing my thumbs over her pulse before I pin them to the wall with one hand.

"Omega," I whisper.

"Alpha, I need you."

"I know you do." I close my eyes. The symphony of her moans and whines are obliterating my ability to think. Instincts demand I knot her now.

I trail my hand between us, reaching down and sliding my fingers inside her. She clenches around my fingers. I pull them out of her and lift them to her mouth.

"Taste."

She opens her mouth, sucking slowly, her eyes rolling. I lean my head against her shoulder, struggling to find my control.

"Alpha, please."

I lift my head and shift my weight, grabbing my dick and lining us up. I push into her, pulling my hand out from between us and gripping her hair, pulling her mouth to mine. Her thighs tighten around me, holding me close as I thrust into her.

No words between us, but in my head, there are three that go on repeat. Three words that scare me. Three words that have changed everything. That will change everything.

I fuck those words into her, letting my body say what my mouth can't.

She cries out, lost in feeling. I made her like that. I did this. I duck down, grabbing a nipple with my mouth and sucking hard.

She arches into me and suddenly shouts out; her nails biting into my shoulders. Her cunt clenches around me so tight I almost lose my mind.

"Silver!" I cry out and pin her to the wall, fucking harder, faster. She moans and thrashes her head from side-to-side as I pummel the fuck out of her tight snatch. Slick runs down our legs. The sound of our coupling fills the air. My snarls and her moans are our music.

I pull her wrist to my mouth and bite deep right as I thrust up into her, forcing my knot in deep. It's like I've never felt pleasure before. My knees want to buckle, but I lock them tight. My balls explode, sending my release spraying into her, over and over. Eyesight gets fuzzy, and my mind goes blank. I've never felt anything like this before. I can't move, but I still want to thrust, and every movement drags more cum out of me, drags more pleasure through my nerve endings.

She whimpers and presses her mouth to my neck, sucking gently. I hold us up, leaning against the wall, shocked at what I've been missing.

"Silver," I whisper. "I love you."

She moans and starts to purr.

I glance back at Ross, who wipes a tear from his eye and smiles. Okay, so I did good. That is a relief.

The twins open the door, sneaking back in, bringing more blankets, pillows, and food.

I turn back, focusing on tending to the omega in my arms. The most precious gift I've ever been given.

A second chance.