Chapter Seven

Farrah was on her back before she could fully get the word out. How they could move her with such ease, she’d never understand. She wasn’t some tiny thing, but a woman in her thirties who didn’t worry about being a size two anymore.

Still, they managed it, as though their need were greater than the silly laws of physics. Hands passed over her, and lips traded until she was so drugged by their presence and their lust and all the years of her own denial that she’d have agreed to anything.

And she was not passive by any stretch. She pulled at shirts, demanding their skin. She found Blake’s chest with her lips, sliding her tongue over his flat nipple before nipping. She fumbled with the belt at Ryder’s waist, cursing the thing when it kept her from her goal.

All the fumbling gave her want she wanted, though. Time had no meaning, so she had no idea how long it took, but it seemed a heartbeat later that she was kneeling on the large sofa bed with the three alphas who had always had her heart and were now without a stitch of clothing.

Ryder was larger than the other two and darker. His skin was flawless, pulled taut over muscles that teased her senses and made her want to dig her fingers into them and test just how firm they were.

Blake, who was just to her left, was pale, a mark showing on his skin from where she’d nipped him, along with soft red welts from her nails. He was leaner, a body made for speed that was just as gorgeous as the others. His breathtaking smirk had her pressing her thighs together from the promise there. His red hair was long enough for him to pull it back so his green eyes shone.

Pax was heavier than Blake but leaner than Ryder. His muscles were defined, with little fat over them—a thing of beauty, especially when adding in the tattoos. He didn’t have full sleeves, but rather individual ones spread out. A rose on his left pec, a set of vines that went from wrist and up his forearm, a koi that wrapped around his entire right side. All tattoos she’d not seen before, normally covered by his clothing. The images went together, only adding to his appeal, and she wanted to spend hours tracing the intricate works of art with her fingertips, to explore them until she could recreate them from memory.

Maybe she should have been nervous. It had been a long time since she’d had sex, and never without her heat clouding her head.

Being nervous with them seemed impossible, though. She knew without a doubt that there was no place safer in the entire world than between the three of them.

At least physically.

She couldn’t think beyond that, because it would hurt if they decided to leave, if they decided being parents wasn’t what they wanted.

She’d let fifteen years be stolen, and if this destroyed her, well, it might even be worth it.

It was as if the alphas read it on her face, because as soon as she decided, they moved.

Blake moved behind her, his cock trapped between their bodies. He reached around her and cupped her breasts, using his strong fingers to toy with her hardened nipples.

Ryder shifted down, stretching between her thighs as if he planned to stay there for a long while. She didn’t open her legs at first, but gentle kisses reminded her of what those lips could do, and quickly enough, she spread for him. Despite not having been naked in front of an alpha in the past fifteen years, despite being older, bearing the evidence of having carried Knox written in the silvery stretchmarks in her skin, Farrah wasn’t shy.

How could she be embarrassed with them there? With their lust-filled eyes and their hungry touches? If it were anyone else, maybe it would be different, but the alphas were as much a part of her as she herself was. There wasn’t room for shame or nerves between their bodies.

Ryder took up all the space between her thighs, and his strong hands opened her wider until her pussy sat completely exposed for him. He danced his agile fingers along her slit, the touches all too little, as he stared at her. He studied her with a scrutiny that was like a touch, as if she could feel each place his gaze went, the focus of a man who intended to find every secret she had and exploit them all.

A shift of her hips was her plea.

“Easy,” Blake whispered into her ear, his voice warm and sinful, like a filthy conversation between just the two of them. “Last time was rushed, and we’ve had fifteen years to think about all the things we wanted to do to you once we had the chance.”

The thought that they’d fantasized, that they’d really considered it, made her shiver, goosebumps spreading out over her skin.

Ryder slid his thumb up her sex—and her wetness, since she was embarrassingly slick—until he pressed it to her aching clit. The touch was sure but careful, everything he was. He teased her, exploring her pussy with the sort of focus she normally hated. How could she hate it when he found each spot, each caress that drove her wild? He pulled back when he stroked too hard and repeated the ones that pulled a moan from her.

Blake continued to torment her heavy breasts, teasing the peaks, pinching them between his fingers until they almost hurt with delicious sparks of something that blurred pain and pleasure until Farrah panted with need. His beard scratched her shoulder as he kissed her throat, just another in an unrelenting combination of sensations.

Fingers at her cheek forced her to turn and find Pax, nearly forgotten in the haze of the other alphas’ touches. His kiss said he wouldn’t be forgotten, and when he pulled back, she saw his large hand wrapped around his hard, thick cock.

“You’re pretty when you’re all flushed,” he told her as he stroked himself.

Farrah went to say something, but it was then that Ryder licked her for the first time. His tongue was fire against her, sliding along her swollen clit. Anything she might have said turned to ash at the feeling.

She went to reach for Ryder, to force him to repeat the move, but Blake’s arms around her pinned her arms to her sides.

Blake nipped her ear, amusement coloring his words. “Uh-huh, Farrah. You just lie here and let him play. Your bad choices took fifteen years from us, so I think we’re owed a bit of fun.”

While if anyone else had demanded that of her, she’d have kicked them in a place to make the night less fun, somehow being at the mercy of her alphas was different. It was like returning to something she’d missed, like finally coming home.

She relaxed against Blake again, or as well as she could given that Ryder’s tongue never stopped, or that his lips had joined the fray. He kept her guessing, moving from gentle flicks to sucking right at her clit to forcing his stiffened tongue inside her.

It all made her body quake, each brush of them against her, the way Pax would steal kisses and Blake would whisper filthy promises into her ears, all melting together until she was overwhelmed.

And yet, it wasn’t enough.

Pax broke away from her lips and Blake’s grasp kept her from chasing him. He straightened up to his knees then rested against the back of the sofa bed. The action brought him closer.

She hadn’t done this before, either, but the moment the offer was made, she knew she wanted to. A bead of wetness sat on the tip of his cock, and she darted her tongue out to capture it. Salty, masculine and divine. The moment she tasted it, she had to have more.

Whether he gave or she took, she didn’t know. She slid her eager tongue along his rigid length, against the soft skin that was shades darker than the rest of him. She went from the head down his shaft, using her tongue and lips to tease.

Pax let her play, though the sounds he made, the rumbling growls and groans from deep in his chest, said it took more self-control that he’d like to admit to do so.

Another drop of precum escaped him, and she kissed the slit, letting it rub against her lips as though she could burn that sensation into her.

Ryder chose that moment to press a finger to her cunt, to sink deep into her while he sucked hard on her swollen clit.

The sensations overwhelmed her, her body tightening as she let out a gasping breath when she came hard. It made a mockery of all those times she’d brought herself to that release on her own, the times she’d gotten herself off because she couldn’t ignore the demands of her body anymore.

Pax took the opportunity when her mouth fell open to feed his length past her lips.

On instinct, she wrapped her tongue around him, closing her lips to suck, to worship the offering.

Ryder gave her no rest, moving from one finger to two, stretching her pussy for what was to come. She whined at the overwhelming intensity. Blake reacted by kissing her neck while Pax stroked her cheek.

They all said the same thing. You can take it.

Even though she’d never think about backing out, it helped. Their reassurance, their strength.

Ryder kept her on the edge—all of them did. Blake’s fingers continued with her breasts, which felt impossibly heavier, her nipples so hard they ached. Pax never thrust deep into her mouth, never made her gag, and it let her taste him, let her tease and lavish attention on the sensitive head of his cock.

When Ryder pulled his fingers from her soaked cunt, Farrah cried out around Pax’s shaft in frustration.

Pax withdrew as well, so the only touches to her were too soft, like torture. Blake brushed her nipples with feather-light touches and Ryder stroked her cunt while avoiding her hard and needy clit.

Ryder caught her attention. “Tell me you want this.”

Again? Confusion clouded her mind about why they were asking yet again. She’d made it clear, hadn’t she?

Except when she met Ryder’s honest, amber eyes, when she really looked, she saw what she’d missed before.

The alphas carried their own scars from that night. Regret, shame, fear. They all sat there, painful remnants from a night none of them had been ready for. Just as she had to know they wanted her, they needed to know she really wanted them.

Farrah wanted to reassure them, to give them the same pretty words they’d given her, but she was too far gone into lust. “Yes, please. I need you,” was all she said. It mirrored what she’d said that night, in her heat, and she realized that she did need them with a strength that was staggering.

Maybe the words weren’t fancy, but Ryder’s gentle smile said they were enough.

He came forward and Blake scooted down to angle her better. Ryder’s hips spread her thighs even more to fit his thick frame, and the first press of his length against her core made her back arch and her mind blank.

He didn’t shove in at first, didn’t take her hard. It wasn’t the fast, messy time it had been during her heat. Instead, he stroked the head of his cock against her slit in a reverent caress, moving from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit before settling in the warm hollow of her cunt.

Blake tightened his fingers around her nipples in a hard pinch just as Ryder pushed into her. The warring sensations were too much. The sting of her nipples helped distract her from the way she stretched, from the uncomfortable fullness as Ryder plunged deep inside her untrained body.

“Fuck,” Ryder growled out, the rare curse more telling than anything else as he sank even farther into her heat.

Blake’s hips rolled up, rutting between their bodies, wetness from his precum enough to let him slide easily. He didn’t release her nipples, though he loosened his grip on one only to tighten on the other. It distracted her while her body fought to accommodate Ryder’s impossibly thick cock, didn’t allow her to worry or be anywhere except in that moment.

“You couldn’t have been this big last time,” she gasped out when he seated himself deep inside her drenched pussy.

Ryder’s chuckle was warm against her cheek, her body pressed tightly between the two alphas’ large bodies. “You were just more distracted last time,” he told her.

Blake scraped her earlobe with his teeth. “It’s been a long while, too. Got to get you used to it again. Trust me, we will.”

Farrah released a pitiful whine when Ryder pulled back then thrust into her again. His pace was slow, easy, almost teasing. This was what she’d been missing when his fingers and tongue had been on her. Somehow, feeling him so deep inside her had been the piece of the puzzle she hadn’t had before.

A hand grasped hers and moved it until her palm came in contact with something hard. Oh. Pax wrapped her hand around his cock, drawing his over hers so she didn’t have to think about keeping the rhythm. It felt almost more personal than it had when he’d been in her mouth, the way she could feel each vein, each subtle ridge in his cock, each time it jerked in her grasp.

Ryder’s and Blake’s thrusts quickened, and Pax’s groans turned almost feral. Ryder’s pelvis stroked against her overworked clit each time he sank deep inside her, a spark of uncontrollable pleasure overtaking her, pushing her toward yet another release. Her body quaked, muscles tight as each new touch pulled her deeper into passion.

“Once you’re trained up,” Blake all but snarled into her ear, “we’ll all get to fuck your tight cunt, one after another. We’ll knot you, filling you so much you’ll make such pretty little sounds for us. For tonight? Well, sweetheart, I think one cock is all you can take.”

Blake’s words went right to her clit, as if they could travel down her sweat-covered body and stroke her themselves, and her thighs tightened around Ryder’s waist as her body was thrown into anarchy. The crest and fall of her release were frightening in their intensity, as though she plummeted deeper into a darkness with nothing but the alphas’ bodies to ground her.

A growl from behind her and wet heat on her back said Blake followed suit. Pax came a moment later, stroking her hand faster against him until his hot seed coated them both.

All of that became a distant thought when the base of Ryder’s cock grew larger, when it swelled and forced her body to stretch even further. He grasped her hip and plunged into her once more, deep enough for that growing knot to lock inside her, to throb against her in a way nothing else could ever replicate.

She panted and cried out as each pulse of his knot made her oversensitive body ride another wave of pleasure, until she was sure she’d go mad. Surely, it hadn’t felt like this the last time, had it? Her entire body felt taken over, owned in a way she’d never expected, trapped by his thick knot.

She struggled harder against Blake’s hold, so he released her. She shoved at Ryder’s chest, but he only caught her wrists and pinned them between their bodies.

“Easy,” Ryder whispered.

“Too much.” Her voice came out breathless and thin, desperate.

“I know. Just try to relax. The more you tense, the more you’ll feel it.”

Farrah shook her head as his cock jerked inside her again, sending more aftershocks through her. Each tiny movement caused him to pull against her, forced all the nerve endings of her filled cunt to light up, for her to tighten around him and whimper at the way-too-much sensation.

Something pressed to her lips, and her tongue darted out without her thinking. As soon as she touched the warmth, she pulled it into her mouth. When she opened her eyes, she found Pax’s fingers there. He was feeding her his cum, and somehow it helped. It settled her. She licked his fingers clean, then did the same with her own, meeting Pax’s blue eyes, letting herself drown in them.

When Ryder’s knot still hadn’t gone down enough for him to pull free, Blake shifted and brought his own fingers forward, the cum from him there, and Farrah closed her eyes, giving in to them, to the moment.

She could be strong later. She could worry later. For right then?

She happily melted between the three alphas she’d spent so many years missing.

* * * *

A shower washed away the cum and sweat that stuck to Farrah, but it didn’t dislodge the memories. It didn’t remove the places on her neck where Blake’s teeth had left marks, or the redness on her thighs from Ryder’s beard, or the tenderness in her body from the orgasms they’d wrung from her.

Then again, she couldn’t expect water to do all that, could she?

Farrah had drifted off as they’d all waited, locked together by Ryder’s cock and the blissful, exhausted afterglow. She recalled whining unhappily when Ryder had finally been able to pull out, the loss and stickiness from his cum unpleasant.

She hadn’t rested more than an hour before the wetness on her thighs became too much of an annoyance to ignore, when she’d finally woken enough to do something about it.

Then she’d really woken. The three alphas had rested around her, arms and legs tossed over one another as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Blake had his arm over her waist, Pax’s hand cupped her pussy and Ryder’s head rested on her hip.

She’d extracted herself, and though none of the alphas said a word, she suspected they’d all woken.

Trying to give me time to myself? While it surprised her, it was exactly what she needed.

What had she been thinking?

How could she have dived back into those shark-infested waters? Why hadn’t she learned her lesson the last time, when the three alphas had taken a bite out of her?

Farrah let her head drop back and the hot water pour over her hair, rinsing the shampoo from the strands and the thick steam in the bathroom easing away her nerves.

By the time she left the safety of the room, when she’d dressed and blow-dried her hair—not because she cared but because it was another way to waste more time—she prepared herself to face off against the alphas.

She’d tell them off. She’d curl around the wounds in her and snarl until they just gave up. It would hurt less in the long run.

Instead, she came face-to-face with Pax on the phone, his expression pulled tight, the tension in the room enough to choke on. “You’re okay, though, right? How long until the police are there?”

Her stomach plummeted. There was only one person he could be talking to, one place they could be meaning.

Farrah’s hand shot out to grasp the bookcase beside her to keep her upright.

The world shifted, but she missed it all until Ryder’s face was just in front of hers, his mouth moving. She couldn’t understand the words.

“He’s gone,” she said.

Ryder nodded, grasping her chin. “Pax’s mom walked into Toya’s room to find it empty, the window lock broken. Looks like someone came in and Knox heard it. She checked the phone and saw Toya had called a friend. That’s how they found her.” Ryder pressed his lips together, and she could read it on his face.

“Tell me whatever you don’t want to say.”

“There was blood. Not a ton, nothing to say either were seriously injured. It looks like Knox put up a good fight.”

Farrah swallowed hard. Of course Knox had put up a good fight. He was her son. He had her backbone, her unwillingness to just give in. If he’d fought, if he’d stood up against whoever had dared to come after him, she could do the same.

Pax clicked his tongue softly. “I know that look. I’d love to set you loose, but we don’t even know where he is.”

“I know someone who would.” Farrah’s gaze shot toward the garage door.

“He hasn’t said anything yet.”

That was because he hadn’t faced her yet. Farrah pulled her shoulders back and went for the door. “He’ll say something for me,” she promised them, because he wasn’t going to like what happened if he didn’t.

Ryan had a blindfold and gag in place. He was younger, nearly a kid himself. Not that it mattered. When it came to protecting her own, Farrah didn’t much care how young he was, or what had put him in the position he was in. She cared about getting Knox back, and whatever she had to do, she’d do.

She reached forward and yanked his blindfold free, then undid the tie on the gag.

He didn’t try to scream. Does he think he’s tough? It wouldn’t matter.

“Your boss took an omega. Where would he take her?”

Ryan let out an ugly curse that slid right off Farrah. He could call her whatever names he wanted. “I won’t tell you shit.”

Farrah lifted her chin, meeting the little punk’s eyes head on. “Oh, you will. You’ll tell me where Michael would take his omega, and you’ll tell me whatever else I need to know about how to take him down.”

“And why would I do that? What’s some omega bitch to you?”

Farrah leaned in and curled her fingers in the front of the man’s shirt until the fabric tugged against him. “Your boss took someone else too, an alpha.”

“That kid? He should have kept his nose out of our business. He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

Farrah pulled Ryan forward just a bit then slammed him back against the chair.

“Be careful what you say,” Blake said from the left.

“Oh yeah, why?”

“That’s an omega who has you by the shirt.”

“And?”

“And the kid you just insulted is her kid.”

Ryan paled, though he didn’t quite give in. He gulped, then tried to play it off as if he hadn’t. “So? Doesn’t mean shit to me.”

Pax came up to her other side, but none of the alphas touched the man. “That’s only because you’ve never seen what an omega will do to protect her offspring. Boy, we will be washing chunks of you off the walls if you don’t tell her what she needs to know.”

His fear should have shamed her, but damn it, she reveled in it. He should fear her. He was between her and her son, and she’d burn him to the ground if that was what it took. A haze in her head and an unfamiliar rage filled her.

The man’s voice came out weaker, as if he were convincing himself. “You wouldn’t touch me. If you wanted to beat the information out of me, you would have already.”

Blake let out one of those laughs of his, though it held a dark humor, given the situation. “We won’t touch you, no, but I like my balls right where they are. That means the last thing I’m gonna do is get between that omega and her prey. Guess what, asshole? That’s you. You ever seen what an omega in a rage can do? They tend to tear with their teeth. Seen ’em take out throats, seen ’em claw a man to death.”

Farrah bared her teeth at that. She’d love to say it was a plan, but instead, she felt the itch to do as Blake said, to tackle the man to the ground and take him apart until he gave her what she needed.

“Shit,” Ryan said, back straightening as if he could escape her. “Get her off me!”

“Only you can do that.”

“What do I do?”

“Give her a better target. Tell her where your boss is, because trust me, you’re small change compared to who she wants.”

Ryan looked as if he’d cry, and the words that poured from his lips floated past Farrah. That haze ate her up until she couldn’t think, until she stared at his pulse.

A hand on her shoulder made her snap at it, teeth coming together in a hard bite. More noise, this time familiar, soothing.

Eyes met hers—amber, like honey, and bottomless. Ryder.

The rushing sounds in her head slowed, quieted, until she could hear voices again.

“Come on, Farrah, wake up. You can’t eat the kid.” Not Ryder’s voice. It took her a moment to realize it was Blake.

“You’ll get too full, and we might need to run, and no one wants to run on a full stomach.” Pax. His words didn’t make sense right away, and when they did, she frowned at the stupid joke.

“She’s coming back,” Ryder said, risking setting his hand on hers.

It was then she realized her fingers weren’t clutching the man’s shirt. Instead, they were wrapped around his throat, and even as the alphas’ attention was locked on her, the boy still spoke. He sobbed out answers, locations, names.

Ryder pulled her wrist until she released the man’s throat, until she peeled each finger away from him.

When she did, everyone took a deep breath in the room. Had she really been that close to killing him?

“Well, that was fun,” Blake said in a rough voice, his humor flat, as if her behavior had shaken them all.

Farrah inhaled, then blew it out in a slow release, her head still fuzzy. Carefully, the alphas moved her, leaving Ryan still bound, Ryder replacing his gag.

Once inside the house, it was Pax who broke the touch barrier. He stroked his lips against hers, getting closer to the teeth they’d been talking about than she’d expected him to.

Still, the kiss shook loose the rest of that mindless, bottomless fury. It let her reclaim her entire mind, her body, let her rein in all the instincts that had been so close to taking her over.

When she pulled back, she shuddered once, hard. They had what they needed. They knew where Michael would be, where he’d take the omega, where Knox would be.

Now they just had to get there in time.