Page 62 of Vendetta

Cruz relinquished my kiss and made his way around, kneeling next to my head. He swiped the tip of his cock across my lips, smearing the glistening pearl of precum over my mouth before pressing it into the hot depths of my throat. Cruz let loose a ragged groan as I worked my tongue along his length and Ollie reached up to suck his balls into his mouth.

Nico’s pace increased, and his knot began to swell. My pussy throbbed with the pinch of pain, but someone’s hands made their way to my clit, circling it until my whole body lit up like a fuse.

All of them were inside me, using my body for their own pleasure but giving it back to me tenfold. I’d never felt anything like it. The fingers of one hand were in Ollie’s silky fall of hair and the other was around Cruz’s length, following the course of my lips. Nico’s relentless thrusts pushed me to the very edge, and the sting of pain from his hand swatting my ass held me there. My eyes closed, just feeling every inch of burning flesh bending my body to their will.

Every muscle bunched, strung tight, until Nico’s harsh breathing made way for an indecipherable growl. His knot inflated, and he pushed it in at the last second, throbbing and pulsing as he unloaded inside my grasping pussy. Ollie’s length swelled, and he moaned. His scorching seed joined Nico’s inside my clenching pussy. With a shuddering thrust, Cruz came down my throat, his knot sliding past my lips, cutting off my primal scream, gagging me, but I sucked down the sweet, candy-like taste of him. My starved lungs struggled for breath as my orgasm crashed through my veins like nothing I’d ever felt before. Liquid fire ignited, engulfing me and burning away my past life. The only thing left was this moment. These men, this time, this place. Filled full of knots and cum. A floating sensation enveloped me in a perfect cloud of weightlessness and rasping breaths.

Was I dead? Had I died? Was this what death felt like?

I dragged in a gasp as Cruz pulled his knot free of my tingling lips and settled beside Ollie. Nico rolled me onto my side, still buried deep, his knot holding us together, and Ollie’s length softened, except his piercings, which sent a zing of sensation as each one slipped free of my trembling pussy.

Ollie leaned forward, licking the corner of my mouth. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Every part of me felt full. The hollowness from before had disappeared and was long forgotten as my chest swelled with contentment.

I pressed my lips to Ollie’s, reveling in the warm softness of his kiss before pulling back, noticing that Cruz’s eyes had shifted from me to Nico. I turned to look over my shoulder, but Nico held me still so I couldn’t see the expression on his face. The warm glow that was radiating from where we were joined told me I shouldn’t care, and soon, I let the strange look fade from my mind as I drifted to sleep, cocooned in warmth and the heavy blanket of the pack’s pheromones.

Chapter 40

Cruz

Something in my pack changed when we included Rosa. Her soft, silky skin and dark, sultry scent had me on the edge of rut. It had never been so easy to let go and just enjoy ourselves with anyone before. We’d never even shared another woman between the three of us before. Never wanted to. We’d usually take the edge off in our own way, or the three of us would come together when Oliver went into heat. But it had never been anything like this.

I threw on some sweats and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. Water? No, I’d better get something stronger. Nico walked in, his sweats hanging low on his hips. My eyes skipped to the ridge under the fabric before I looked away, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the shelf.

“You want some?” I asked, pouring myself a finger.

He scrubbed his hand through his hair before meeting my eyes. “Na, I better not.”

“Your meeting went that well?” I tossed back the drink, savoring the burn and hoping it would shed some clarity on our current situation.

“No, it did not, and finding Ollie and Rosa naked in his nest didn’t help, either. What the fuck was he thinking, letting her out? And then what-the-fuck-ever led to Rosa going into heat, ready to drag our omega along with her?” Nico grabbed my glass, poured a splash of golden liquid into it, and gulped it down.

I took the glass from him, poured him another, and handed it back. “You’re starting to worry me. What’d you find out from Francisco?”

“It’s not what I found out that worries me, it’s what he didn’t say. The fucker is hiding something.” He took a sip from the glass and set it back on the counter. “Of course, he was glad we’d been successful, but he wouldn’t tell me anything beyond that we are to hold on to her. Something about how he said it. I don’t know. Maybe I’m paranoid. We already knew we’d likely be asked to kill her, and that hasn’t changed.”

“But you’ve changed. Have you thought of that? You should consider what claiming her would mean.” I grabbed a fresh glass and the bottle of whiskey and took them both with me to the couch.

He followed me, sinking down into the leather sofa, sprawled, with his glass dangling between two fingers off the armrest. “I don’t have that luxury, Cruz. We both know it. My position in the organization has never been a guarantee. It’s only assumed. There’s more than an heir and a spare. He could go over my head to one of my brothers, or cut us out entirely and hand the business off to Marcel. And wouldn’t that be a shitshow. This is the life I’ve planned for, and like hell am I going to sit back and watch Marcel destroy what my father built over some pussy.”

“You have to admit it is some good pussy, though.”

Rosa was a lot more than just ‘good pussy,’ and we both knew it. If there had ever been an omega made for our pack, it was her.

The way the light played across his bare chest had me remembering how he looked hammering into her while she sucked my dick earlier. I shook the image out of my head. Rosa’s heat was pushing my instincts toward rut, and that was a nuisance I couldn’t afford right now.

I was going to need to fight or fuck it out of my system again soon, or I’d get swept up in another week-long mindless sexcapade that we didn’t have time for. I had to be level-headed to rein in any crazy bullshit thrown our way. Speaking of crazy bullshit. “You know she’s our scent-match, yeah?”

“Yes, I fucking know. With her scent-blockers gone, it’s painfully obvious. Her pheromones are riding my instincts hard. I’m barely in control of myself around her anymore.”

“I noticed. You almost bit her back there. If we aren’t keeping her, you need to get control of yourself,” I said, wondering if that was even what I wanted.

“Thanks for the reminder, asshole.” He brought his glass to his lips and swallowed the contents in one go before hurling it across the room, where it shattered against the wall. Glass exploded, spraying the floor with translucent shards.

I rubbed the growing furrow between my brows. “We should get some sleep. It’s late. The omegas may need our attention again before morning. Maybe we’ll have more answers tomorrow.”

I set my glass on the coffee table and headed back down the hall to Ollie’s nest. As I passed, Nico rose, grabbing my hips, and edging up behind me. His dick was hard against my ass, his breath hot on my neck, and I shuddered. His hand slipped under the waistband of my sweats, grabbing my already growing length, and I grunted. He was just as close to the edge as I was, and we both knew that until we were buried up to our balls in omega, nothing was going to make it go away.