“Yes, alpha. Please, alpha, Bren. I need you. It fucking aches.”
“Of course it does, you silly bastard. You used every tool in the box to hurt yourself with, including me.” Bren pulled his fingers out of Rhys, using that hand to prop him up as he settled down over his lover. When he gripped their cocks now, we could both feel the intent. Brendan moved in a slow, methodical thrust, his whole body shifting to stroke his cock against Rhys’. He stared down at his alpha, caught the agonised snarl of Rhys’ face as he held back, just pushing him closer and closer to where they needed to be. Rhys begged and pleaded, and Brendan acknowledged every one, tenderly promising bliss, until finally, it threatened to overcome the both of them.
“Come closer, Cyn,” Brendan said, not an order, but it could be, if I wanted it to be. He nodded when I moved. “Kiss him. Swallow his cries whe
n he comes. I need to see the two of you together.”
Rhys had an arm out, hauling me in, his mouth messy and harsh as he plundered mine, out of his fucking mind with need now. But he focussed on me, until finally, it came.
“Jesus, fuck, Rhys, come with me, love!”
And one, two, three strokes later, their whole bodies shook as the waves pulsed through them, their stomachs covered with their thick jetting cum, and there they hung, welded together by pleasure. One they wanted to share as they both kissed me with panting open mouths.
“I don’t wanna go anywhere,” Bren finally said sleepily as we all collapsed back on the bed. “Fuck Marcus. Fuck Orion.”
“But that’s just it, love,” Rhys said, tracing circles on his shoulder blade. “We can say what we like, but we want them just as much as we want each other. We’re not letting this pack go without a fight.”
Both my and Brendan’s heads jerked up at that, some of Rhys’ steel back. He met our eyes with equanimity.
“It’s time to take it back.”
Chapter 34
“Orion Ratcliffe.”
My fingers felt like jelly around the phone, but I forced them to grip tighter as I heard that both familiar and unfamiliar voice down the line. The two alphas watched me closely, dressed now and ready to move.
“It’s Cyn.”
“Fuck…” Just one word, but I pored over it like an archaeologist would have the Rosetta Stone, sure all of the world’s knowledge was contained within it. Well, regarding him. But who was he, Orion? I’d never really taken that much time to find out, and I intended to now. “He said you’d call, but I didn’t believe it. How are you, omega? We—”
“Cyn,” I insisted. “People who call me omega have to earn that privilege.”
“Of course, Cyn. What can I do for you?”
There was something there, just a tiny little twist of need amongst all that professional cool, that got my hopes up, despite my head’s stern admonishments.
“What else did Marcus tell you?” I asked.
“To have a standing booking at Chrysanthème, my favourite French-Vietnamese fusion restaurant, for the next week because I’d need it. He wasn’t totally sure which day you’d call, but it would be soon.”
“So I’m supposed to have dinner with you?”
“With us.”
Orion didn’t explain, just left the words hanging there, like he knew I’d be forced to consider what that meant.
“You and Marcus.”
“We won’t see Marcus until the ball. At least, that’s what he told me.” I heard it then, in his ragged sigh, what this was costing Orion. “You’re safe with our mates. I’m to moulder here in the Ratcliffe manse until summoned, and he… He’s like a whisper in the wind, like he always is. I should’ve warned you, before you got too deep, what he was like. I’m sorry for that.”
“And why didn’t you?” I asked.
“Because I love him and them, and the more I got to know you, the more I felt… He said you’d be perfect for me, but I didn’t want to see it. I do now. Any other omega would have fucked off now, found herself a much more suitable mate to replace the marks on her neck with his, but not you, Cyn.”
“So that’s how it works, does it? He tells you what to do, I tell you to love me, and you just do it?” The incredulity transformed my voice into something strident.
“In my circles, there are too many alphas who run around pushing themselves forward as leaders, demanding and coercing those around them into followers, but something one of my teachers taught me always stuck with me. Service is the noblest form of leadership, where a strong man or woman identifies the needs of those they want to lead and provides for them.”