Chapter Seven

Reese tried to ignore the omega, but it was hard once he knew she was an omega. It explained more than a few things, like why all three of them couldn’t forget about her.

By the time Grimes had finished the cards, it had been too late to hit the lab. Instead, they’d picked up food and returned to the hotel room.

Kara hadn’t been nice, choosing to throw an insult of one kind or another every chance she got, as though it put her on steady ground.

Then again, maybe it did.

She didn’t act like any omega he’d dealt with before, and he’d had his share of them. They were sweet, even the feisty ones.

Kara was not sweet. She didn’t seem to be affected by them the way he’d grown used to. No leaning his way instinctually, no seeking approval, no reaction to praise.

It all confused him, yet that uncertainty didn’t dull his want. If anything, it made him need her more, made him want to break past her exterior and find whatever was beneath.

Not that she seemed interested in that.

The moment she’d finished eating, she’d headed out. When Cullen had forbidden it as too dangerous, she’d tossed him the middle finger and not slowed her steps at all.

Unless they planned to tie her to a bed—which wasn’t out of the question when it came to options—it seemed they’d have to deal with her wild streak.

That left him and Cullen in a corner booth in the small restaurant of the hotel as Kara sat at the bar and worked her way through her second martini.

And flirted.

That was the worst, that she beamed that smile at anyone who showed an ounce of interest in her.

“She’s going to be the death of us,” Cullen said.

Reese nodded. It seemed a damn likely option, though if he got to go after being buried deep inside her sweet cunt, he had a feeling he might consider it a fair trade.

Which was stupid, because it wasn’t as though he hadn’t slept with omegas before. He knew he could find it elsewhere. “What is it about her?”

“She’s different.” Cullen took another drink of his water, both of them choosing to remain sober despite Kara’s quickly deteriorating state. “She’s also a menace.”

“What does it say about us that we like it?”

“We’ll get a good taste of her and be done. She’s just an infatuation, and we’ll get over that novelty fast. That’s how it’s been before, and it’s always worked. Just have to get her out of our system, and we’ll remember why we don’t claim omegas like that.”

Because it was too risky. Kara had proven time and time again they couldn’t trust her. She lied, she went behind their backs, she was forever looking for a way to one-up them. What sort of life would that be? What sort of future could he have with a woman who was never honest?

Reese thought back to Gabby, the only woman he’d ever thought he’d have as a mate. A familiar aching started in his chest at how wrong he’d been, at how she’d stolen so much from him and left him bitter.

He shoved away the hurt, as he always did.

The male beside Kara on the barstool set a hand on her leg, a hand that was quickly creeping up toward the juncture of her thighs, toward that spot Reese wanted to lavish with attention, that he wanted to lick until he could taste nothing else.

Alpha possessiveness was legendary, and the twin growls that left Cullen and Reese said Kara had just pushed it too far.

They were up and out of the booth before the asshole at the bar could move his hand another inch.

He’d be lucky if he didn’t pull it back with just a stump.

Kara didn’t find the beta next to her all that interesting. He’d prattled on about himself, and he’d thought she wouldn’t notice the wedding ring he’d recently removed, but tan lines always gave it away.

Still, the attention usually helped. Her day around the alphas had once again sent her body responding, and normally a quick roll with a beta could quench some of that.

And, if she were being honest, the nearly-foaming-at-the mouth alphas in the corner booth watching her made it all the more fun.

They’d arrived just after she had and taken a seat in the back, as though she wouldn’t notice them.

Which was absurd, because she’d been able to focus on little else. Maybe the beta was boring, but it wasn’t as though she’d spent much of her focus on him, either.

Instead, she’d felt each small rumble from the alphas, the way their gazes traced her and the wave of fury so hot it scalded her when the beta had touched her leg.

It was enough for her to end up drenched, and it had nothing to do with the fumbling fool beside her. It was some weird foreplay between her and the alphas.

The alphas stalked through the small space, and she wasn’t shocked when Cullen grabbed the beta’s hand and yanked it away.

His control did surprise her, though. Sure, he was snarling. And, yeah, his teeth were bared like a pissed German Shepherd, but he didn’t break the beta’s arm or even throw a punch.

Pity. I’ll have to try harder next time.

“Don’t touch her,” Cullen growled in a rumble so low and feral it sent delectable shivers up her spine.

If that wasn’t a she’s mine declaration, she didn’t know what was.

And while she had no illusions about anything long term, fuck if his tone didn’t rev her engine even more.

The beta’s eyes went wide, that ’oh shit, this was a bad idea’ freezing thing people did when fight or flight were both bad options. “I didn’t realize,” he stuttered.

She should feel bad. She’d put him in that spot, but a little fear never hurt anyone, and he’d been boring and self-centered enough that guilt didn’t get within a mile of Kara.

Cullen peeled his hand from the beta’s wrist but didn’t pull his threatening gaze away until the beta had run from the bar.

“Oh, no, that wasn’t an overreaction at all,” Kara said, turning in her barstool to face the two alphas who surrounded her. It reminded her of how large they were, so that even on the tall barstool, they towered above her.

She should not like that as much as she did.

Reese spoke, which didn’t shock her, because Cullen’s jaw twitched from the way he was grinding his molars together. Cullen wouldn’t be saying anything until he unclenched. “You know exactly how alphas are, so don’t pretend this little show wasn’t for our benefit.”

“Show? What show? He was a charming, handsome man, and I could use some company.” She cut a dismissive look Cullen’s way. “Seems last night didn’t do the trick.”

Which was such a lie, she was amazed she could get the words out without busting into laughter. Cullen had done everything right the night before, but her body rarely stayed happy for long. Besides, it was these alphas’ fault it was currently having a hissy fit, since they seemed to make her control take a swan dive out of the window.

Cullen caught her chin, his grip strong but careful, as though walking his line of control. “I don’t recall any complaints. In fact, I recall you coming around my knot so hard, you cried out.”

“Maybe we remember it differently. Men are always thinking they’re better than they are.” The back and forth lit Kara up better than any romantic gesture or candlelit dinner.

He could have lifted her onto that bar to fuck her right there, and she’d have been so on board with that plan.

Reese pulled in a deep, noisy breath through his nose before leaning in as though not wanting the conversation to carry. “Look here, hellion. Either you take your ass to the suite, sleep in one of our rooms and stay put, or you’re about a minute from getting fucked. You can’t expect to smell the way you do and not get a reaction.”

Kara inhaled, mirroring his response, drawing the scent of the aroused alphas deep into her lungs, able to identify it over the other smells in the room. The bar, the liquor, the unwashed bodies—those things couldn’t stand against that perfectly masculine scent of the turned-on males.

“I’m not going back to the suite,” she said, challenge in her voice.

Reese leaned in so his lips brushed her ear, the touch sinful in its fleeting stroke. “No? Because the second option was pretty clear.”

Kara grasped him behind his neck, letting her nails dig into his skin, using that bite of pain to soothe her wild nature, and twisted to kiss him.

The kiss was hard, fast and exactly like the sex they were headed for. It lacked sweetness or subtlety, wasn’t about teasing or foreplay. Instead, it was a game of who would come out on top, and Kara always won that game.

She broke it seconds later, closing her teeth on his bottom lip in a bite just this side of breaking skin. “The suite is too far away, but there’s a bathroom right over there.”

He had her up and against him so fast Kara’s breath caught.

For a woman who made a lot of bad choices, she’d bet taking them both at the same time ranked up there amongst her worst.

Cullen closed and locked the door to the single stall bathroom, the place surprisingly clean.

The blinding white of the tile didn’t show a speck of dirt and made Kara stand out, like a perfect background to showcase her black-clad ass and absurd blue hair.

She hung on to Reese as though he were life, their lips mashing together in something too violent to be considered a kiss. Reese and Cullen had taken females together before, and while it was never rose-petals-on-the-bed sweet, it was altogether more with Kara.

Everything she did called him to dominate her. He wanted to force her to her knees, wrap his fingers in her hair and feed her every inch of his hard cock. He needed to see her eyes water as she swallowed down his thick shaft, and better yet, the way he knew her nails would be in his side, in the muscles of his ass so she could take him deeper.

She wouldn’t be outdone, not this omega, and it made him want to try all the more.

Reese let her feet drop to the ground, but only so he could reach for her shirt.

As she had the last time, she shoved his hands away, trying to distract Reese by reaching for the button of his pants.

Lines between Reese’s eyebrows said he’d caught the movement.

Still, Reese was the same selfish alpha Cullen was and didn’t push the issue. He’d say it was respect, but it wasn’t. Push her and Kara would walk—possibly with a limb or two of the alpha who had pissed her off.

She used her nimble fingers to tug at the fastening of Reese’s pants, but he recovered quickly, undoing the top buttons of the white shirt she still wore then pulling the shoulder enough to bare one of her perfect, perky little breasts.

Reese leaned down to attack it with his lips, feasting as he cupped it with a hand.

Kara dropped her head back, her face drawn into lines of ecstasy that Cullen already found familiar. It wasn’t just pleasure, instead reaching deeper, as though feeding something primal and hungry inside her with the touches.

Cullen shook himself from his inaction. He didn’t mind watching—hell, there had been plenty of times he’d been happy to jerk himself off as he watched his friend fuck a female, where his voyeur side lived through the detached pleasure.

That wasn’t what he wanted right then, though. He took a spot behind Kara and flicked open the button of her jeans. They were snug on her narrow hips and molded perfectly to her firm ass. He peeled them down, leaving her underwear in place.

A black thong cut across the pale tone of her skin, the garment simple, not adorned or fancy in any way. It seemed fitting—stunning and yet straightforward. Just like her.

Cullen used his foot to work off her shoe so one leg could come free of the jeans, but left the clothing pooled around her other foot. He traced the thong with a single finger beneath the fabric, teasing her and himself before tugging it down and letting it follow the path the jeans had.

Reese pulled back, releasing her breast with a noisy pop before he traced his gaze down her body. He let out a low whistle. “You are damned pretty.” He grasped her hips and turned her, chuckling when she nearly tripped and had to rely on the alphas to keep her standing. “But Cullen’s already gotten to fuck you, and I plan on having my turn, now.”

Cullen stole a kiss before Kara could complain, and he was sure she would. He moved his large hand to her breast, palming it so he could brush across the hard, damp peak of her nipple.

She moaned against his lips, grasping with her hands for him. Fuck, he liked that, loved that she didn’t hide how much she wanted him.

She might snarl some, might make jokes, but she didn’t hide a bit of the passion coursing through her fit little body.

Reese clutched her leg and lifted it, setting that knee on the sink. The position left her cunt exposed and her balanced precariously on a single leg.

Not that he’d let her fall.

Her cry had his dick growing impossibly harder when Reese ran his fingers through her slick folds.

She squirmed, as though trying to get closer to both of them at the same time.

Fine by me. We’ll be really fucking close pretty soon.

“Ready?” Reese asked with a purr in his voice.

Cullen broke the kiss so he could watch. Kara’s back was arched, and Reese had his cock in his fist, teasing her entrance with the blunt head.

Cullen denied Kara any more kisses, wanting to see his friend sink deep into her heat and her wetness.

“Get on with it,” Kara all but snarled.

Reese tapped his cock against her like a soft reprimand. “That doesn’t sound like being good. Not sure you deserve anything when you can’t be good.”

Kara’s nails sank into Cullen’s arms, but he savored that sharp pain.

“If you aren’t up to the task, maybe that beta—”

Whether it was to shut her up or because Reese couldn’t tolerate the mention of the other man in that moment, Reese plunged into her waiting cunt, grasping her hips to steady her.

The most beautiful moan left Kara’s lips, the sort of sound that belonged in a dark room, thick as smoke and twice as lovely.

“Fuck,” Reese hissed out. “She’s drenched.”

Cullen dipped down to capture a quick kiss, her position forcing her forward. Still, he wanted to taste those little mewling cries she made, especially since they were so at odds with how she cut into him with her nails, with how she demanded to be satisfied. The dichotomy thrilled him, that he couldn’t quite figure her out, and he liked it.

“Harder,” she ordered.

Reese brought his hand down to swat the side of her ass hard enough that the sound echoed off the tiles of the room. “You aren’t in control here.”

She moaned, her body writhing as though the reminder turned her on as much as it pissed her off.

As quickly as she reacted, she recovered. “Leave it to me to get saddled with an alpha who has no idea what to do with his cock.”

Cullen chuckled, using one hand to undo the button and zipper of his jeans, then pull free his dick. He was already rock hard, had been for a while, but he gave himself a nice stroke just to enjoy the sight of Kara’s flushed cheeks, her eyes closed again.

That meant that while she bitched, she had no idea she was face to face with his shaft.

Reese must have caught wind, because he slapped her ass again—and fuck if the way it jiggled despite how firm it was didn’t just make for the best picture—and chuckled darkly. “You’ll take what we give you.”

She opened her mouth, but before she could snark at them, Cullen fed his thick cock past her lips.

Kara tasted nothing but heady, masculine alpha. Salty, strong and something her omega rejoiced in.

She didn’t need to see what was happening to know when someone had shoved their dick into her mouth. That was the sort of thing she noticed.

Maybe she should have bitten him, or at least scraped him with her teeth as a warning against him taking liberties, but she responded on instinct.

She wrapped her lips around him and sucked, trying to swallow his taste. He twitched in her mouth when she massaged the bottom of his cock with her tongue, when she opened wider to swirl around the head. She traced the ridges where he was thicker, that delicious collection of skin near the bottom. I could spend hours happily worshiping this cock.

However, with the way Reese pounded into her, with the steady slap of his hand on her ass every few strokes, she didn’t have hours.

She’d teetered on the edge of orgasm since he’d threatened to fuck her—no, even before then, when the weight of their possessive gazes had teased her senses as she’d flirted with that beta.

Kara did nothing half-assed, at least not when it came to sex, so she trusted herself to the grasp of the alphas. She wouldn’t trust them for anything else, but they wouldn’t let her fall. They were far too over-protective for that. However, when she didn’t have to focus on balance, she used the precarious position to take Cullen deeper.

Funny that when he filled her mouth, he seemed even larger. Her lips were pulled tight around his thick shaft, and he teased at the back of her throat. Not enough. She let him slide farther back, keeping her throat straight, giving him entrance as deep as he wanted to go.

Cullen didn’t thrust, though the hard slams of Reese’s body into hers still managed to knock her forward a hair. All of it was perfect.

She couldn’t think. The sway of her breasts when Reese’s hard dick plunged deep inside her, the burn of her ass from how he had landed the playful spanks, that completely taken-over sensation of Cullen’s shaft pressing deep into her throat then back again were the only things she could focus on.

Sex had always helped her ignore the rest of the world, but had it ever done it so fully? Had she ever given herself over to the pure insanity of it?

Or, perhaps more accurately, had she ever felt so powerless to keep any control when she’d done it before?

The growl of the alpha behind her ran along her spine like the sharp points of a pinwheel, but it also let her know he was growing close to losing his battle with prolonging the moment.

Cullen grasped her chin, helping to straighten her out more, then crept his fingers down to her throat. His groan was rough when she knew he felt his cock sinking impossibly deeper.

His touch was almost sweet, coaxing fingers stroking along the straight column of her throat, before he shuddered and pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside her mouth. The first jet of hot cum to land on her tongue threw her into her powerful release. Her pussy clenched around Reese’s dick, though it didn’t stop him. In fact, he fucked her harder despite the clutching of her cunt, digging his fingers into her hips.

The taste and warmth of Cullen’s cum pooling on her tongue distracted her, at least until Reese’s knot began to swell. That pressure, the way the base of his dick grew and stretched her, was impossible to ignore.

Cullen’s thick cock muffled any sound she made, the cum still sitting on her tongue as Reese’s knot locked inside her when he sank as deep as possible.

Cullen pulled from her mouth, then traced his thumb over her full lips. “Swallow me down, thief.”

Kara’s throat bobbed as she did so, as she followed the command he rumbled out so deeply yet sweetly. The taste of his hot cum seeped into her, soothing as he stroked her lips.

Meanwhile, Reese massaged her hips with his firm grasp, unable to pull out due to his knot.

Despite Reese’s heavy breathing, he held her steady. She didn’t so much as waver in his grasp, and Cullen, after tucking himself back into his pants, crouched to help keep her balanced.

Cullen offered sweet kisses, the action odd with how she could still taste his cum, with how Reese’s cock would twitch inside her and cause her body to shudder with another wave of pleasure in response.

“How are you?” he asked against her lips.

The question should have been easy. She hadn’t felt this good in a very long time. The two of them had satisfied her in ways she hadn’t realized she’d even been missing.

That seemed too personal, though, too sappy for a woman like her.

She closed her teeth on his bottom lip in a gentle bite before answering. “It’ll do.”

His chuckle was deep and surprised. Did he think one little round in a bathroom would turn me speechless?

Reese moved his hands to her ass, massaging over the flesh until she drew a gasp at the burning skin. Worse? It reignited the want inside her, though it only shifted like a beast still sated. “You’re lucky I think your attitude is cute.”

“Oh yeah?”

Cullen answered, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip as though daring her to nip him again. “Yeah, because if we didn’t, we’d just fuck it out of you.” He pressed that thumb into her warm mouth, her tongue latching on to it out of instinct. “Though, hell, maybe we’ll do that anyway.”