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I stare into his brown eyes, letting him center me as a purr vibrates Austin’s chest behind me, soothing me in only the ways my true pack can.
“I’m here,” I promise. Then I wiggle my hips, drawing him further into my warmth, squeezing my muscles around him intentionally. When he hisses in pleasure before a moan flows from between his lips, I do it again. I love that sound.
He finds a rhythm and works all the way into me, except for his knot. He teases me and, before long, my hips are popping off of Austin’s lap, attempting to take what I want. Each movement of my ass against Austin’s length makes me want to be filled in two places.
That would be completely new, and I was pretty sure I should save it for another time if I want to walk tomorrow. Which, now that I’m thinking about it, maybe I don’t want to walk tomorrow. I enjoy being carried. Held as if I’m a treasure worth more than any priceless jewel.
Saint presses into me, his knot slipping into me with ease, locking him to me and satisfying my greedy pussy. I clench around him, feeling his entire length in me. I can’t help doing it again and again, as if I’m milking the seed from him. He moans, his forehead dropping to mine. His breath is ragged as he attempts to catch it.
My whole body feels flushed as all of their hands run over my sensitive flesh. Saint pulses his hips, moving as much as he can, hitting a spot that feels like he is stroking a flame, making it brighter and brighter with each movement.
Slipping my fingers into his hair, I bring his mouth to mine, kissing him in slow, sensual strokes that match the movements he’s making. Need builds inside me, turning into a blaze burning me from the inside out.
Breaking away, I open my eyes to meet his gaze. “Bite me.”
He sucks in a breath; his eyes dip to my neck. I imagine he is looking at Felix’s mark. His would look amazing next to it. And at the moment is the only thing I want.
Encouraging him, I tangle my fingers deeper into his hair and tug his head to the nape of my neck. His tongue flattens against my skin, over my pulse, and he licks me. Then his teeth graze my flesh before he sinks his teeth into me, and I shatter into a million pieces, as it locks the link in place just as much as his knot. When he pulses inside of me, releasing and climaxing his own orgasm, I cling to him.
I’m not sure how long we are like that. Time passes differently, in a haze of pleasure and belonging. The best drug for my omega brain. I’m safe, secure, and wanted.
The three of them cuddle me until Saint slips from my folds and my legs are no longer weak. I know Austin and Felix deserve some kind of pleasure, too, and I’ll make sure they get it, but my stomach rumbles, disturbing all three of them and making them spring into action to care for me.
Austin settles me gently on the sofa as all three of them care for me in different ways.
Felix disappears into my room, returning with an armful of blankets and pillows to make a nest in the middle of the living room. He makes a few trips, and by the time he is done, he’s crafted a nest big enough for the four of us in the middle of the living room floor.
Austin disappears into the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth and a bowl brimming with warm water. As he washes me with the utmost tenderness, ensuring every bit of stickiness is gone, and then massages my legs, stomach, and breasts with the gentlest touch of the soft cloth, I can’t help but feel like I might just melt into a puddle of overwhelming omega bliss right here on the couch. His caring actions fill me with warmth and a heavy dose of desire.
As Saint works his magic in the kitchen, my stomach can’t help but growl in anticipation. When he comes back with a plate piled high with eggs, potatoes, and one pastry I purchased earlier, I’m more than ready. As he sets the plate on the coffee table, which we had pushed to the side, I express my approval with a contented hum.
He selects a potato with his fork and offers it to my lips. I pause for just a moment, then open my mouth and grant him silent permission to feed me. Saint, his eyes filled with warmth, grumbles his satisfaction as he feeds me, and I can’t help but feel a deep connection in that simple act of care.
Is this what it is to be an omega? They are treating me like a princess. And even the wary parts of my brain are craving them.
CHAPTER43
Saint
Satisfaction.That is the prominent feeling at the moment. Not even the asshole chained to the ceiling could bring me down. The bond created by the bite thrums inside my chest like a second heartbeat, reminding me of Audrey every second I’m away from her.
I pick up a scalpel. Stepping closer to the piece of garbage, I tsk when he attempts to swing away.
“Tell me. Did you think you would get away with your crimes?”
He whimpers, a darkness spreading over his pants as he wets himself. Of course. Once backed into a corner or hanging from a ceiling, all the monsters of the world turn into nothing but scared little boys. When they face their crimes, they snivel like wounded puppies, only not as cute and creating no urge to comfort them.
“Oh, you like to torture helpless omegas, but when it is you in their spot, you don’t like it so much?”
With precision, because I want his pain to last, I slice a thin line down his side. He screams, and it is music to my ears. This isn’t the same as being in the ring. In the ring, I can explode with my energy and pound into my opponent. Here it is slow and steady. But it’s how I want it. Audrey deserves to be free of these monsters, these ghosts that haunt her dark eyes.
I’ll take care of them one by one, like the Saint I am. Austin likes to tease and say my nickname came from doing good deeds, but really it came from exacting punishment for crimes. Which, in a twisted way, is a good deed.
I shrug off the thoughts as tears run down the coward’s face. “Tell me, did you get off on her pain?”
“I didn’t touch her.” He uses his toes to swing away from me.
“No? Only her brother? Did you get off on his pain?” I growl, my voice low and menacing. He flinches as gravity brings him back in my direction, and I know I’ve hit a mark. He got off on it. Fucker.
