Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(111)

"You're going to knot our omega," Chance murmured in my ear. "I should let you fuck her a little first, but you did pull a whack move on us. Anyway, I want to teach you how to make her feel good. You need that, don't you?"

I groaned and nodded, and Chance patted my chest. How he could fucking think straight with the bond just ringing like a church bell, all joyous and bright and—

Love, and it wasn't even fucking mine.

"It's the only thing that'll distract him," Faith said, sitting up and reaching for me.

They maneuvered me between them, Faith cupping my cheeks and drawing me into a numb kiss, Chance pushing me down to lie on top of her. But no one needed to guide my cock. That fucker found his way like Faith had a homing device just for my length.

"Fuck," I gasped as I sank into her opening, slick and hot enough to burn. I started to pull out, to pump on instinct, and Chance's hand pressed to my back.

"No. All the way in," he said, and when I hesitated, he appeared at my ass.

And all the way in we went, him into me, me into her. I'd never knotted anything but my own goddamn fist, and suddenly I had a velvet chokehold surrounding me. I bellowed, and Faith fluttered and swooned under me, rising into the pressure.

My punishment for biting Chance was that they were planning on killing me, I realized. Like this. Perfectly, heavenly, blissed-out murder.

Chance's cock made my ass sting. It'd been too long, but it was a relieving contrast to the drowning pleasure of Faith squeezing my knot, riding me from below, eager and confident. Chance thrusted, pushing me into her, and Faith gasped and shuddered, washing me in heat. Their hands were everywhere on me, stroking and gripping, pulling my hair, pushing my hips.

I was the object between them, the charged rope for them to express their love through, the body to fuck each other with. I anchored myself with a hard grip on Faith's ass. My mark on her inner thigh was bleeding against my hip, as if she weren't already slippery enough. I groaned as Chance's lips brushed over my shoulder.

And then he bit me.

I howled, stiffening, even as he fucked me into Faith, making my knot circle and grind inside of her, forcing another orgasm out of her and ripping one directly out of my soul.

You have to earn my bite.

I sobbed into Faith's shoulder and she kissed my jaw. The affection bloomed, the rope grew thicker, and the warmth was in every stroke of their hands over my skin, Chance's lips on my shoulder, Faith's on my face.

Chance's hands ran down my arms, finding my own on her skin, loosening my grip and moving it to the bed, our fingers tangled together.

"Mine now," he said.

"Mine," Faith murmured, nibbling my jaw.

I rocked, mimicking the motion Chance had described, making him groan and Faith whine with pleasure.

"Yes, keep going," Faith begged. Such a pretty sound—an omega's imperative to my alpha instincts.

"Let's ruin her," Chance coaxed, kissing the bite on my shoulder, the one with and without a bond.

Chance's hips flexed and I moved with him, the pair of us moaning, Faith crying out.

And it wasn't a cord running through me, it was a knot with three ends. They loved each other, and they were mine. I'd claimed them, and I'd claim their love too. I'd fuckin' earn it. Every second, starting now.





39. FAITH





I reached into the cardboard box, pulling out the last ice cream cone and unwrapping it before Adam realized I'd gotten four to his two. It was his own fault. He wouldn't stop talking.

"And then Eve made him film a last testament leaving all his money to the women we'd just set free and literally talked him into—"

"Is that legal?" I asked, pausing his story before he delivered another horrifically gruesome tale of victory.

Adam snorted and waved the melting ice cream cone through the air. "Not remotely, but it worked. We checked up with one of the girls. There's no one to contest it now."

I hummed, and Adam took a breath and a pause, biting the cone.

I watched our packs mingle together through the open garage doors. Ghost had been very excitedly discussing Eve's car with Adam's pack, and he'd just started to show off his own collection of bikes in the shop, when the woman drifted away from the group, heading in our direction.

It helped a little to see Adam's pack out of the black military-grade garments—in fact, they almost fit into the scenery around the club—but there was no disguising the lethal prowl of a predator. Even when the predator was wearing a T-shirt, Daisy-Dukes, and high top sneakers.

"Save me any?" Eve asked, arriving at our picnic table.

I froze, but Adam just shook his head and grinned up at Eve. "But I'll share." He held up the bottom half of the cone—the obvious best part—and Eve returned the offer with a sultry grin, leaning in and taking a bite.

"Rory is bored out of his mind. Go sweet-talk him into taking you to the convenience store for more provisions," Eve said.

Adam laughed and I stiffened as he stood from my side. "Deal. Any requests?"

Eve was almost bashful as she shrugged. "You know what I like."

"Spiciest thing I can find, got it," Adam said, strolling away, leaving me behind with his alpha. He paused, spinning on his heel and pointing his finger at Eve. "Best behavior."