Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(51)

King's shadow retreated as Bear carried me up the stairs to my nest.





"Come on, baby, be a good girl for me, won't you," the alpha purred.

I whined and stretched my neck, squirming on the dense point of pleasure and pressure in my core, gasping and managing one word. "Bite!"

Gentle hands pet at my back and shoulders, a mouth grazed up and down my spine, and a second pair of lips sucked on the throat I offered.

I sobbed as I shuddered through a wave, the gesture of a soft mark on my throat a relief while also being a cruel taunt. It wasn't enough, but it made the fog of the heat clear a little from my brain.

"You need to eat, birdy," Chance murmured, wrapping an arm around my waist, bringing his other hand up to my lips, tracing cool fruit over my swollen mouth. Juice dripped down my chin, and Bear's mouth sought it out with his tongue. Mango.

I bit and the flood of fresh, spicy juice made me hum with pleasure. Chance fed me the whole slice and laughed as I caught his fingers with my teeth, sucking him clean too. I settled on Bear's lap as they took turns feeding me fruit from their hands, letting me lick them clean. Bear's knot eased in my core, and I couldn't decide if I was heartbroken or relieved as he pulled free, laying me back in the bed.

How long had it been so far? I didn't know. The fog had set in heavily when Bear and I had reached the nest. I wasn't sore, but I was keenly aware of how well I'd already been fucked, and how much more I still wanted.

Chance's kisses replaced Bear's touch, his mouth brushing back and forth over my chest as my alpha sagged at my side, watching us through tired and happy eyes.

I reached for Chance's face, tipped it up to mine. He had dark circles under his eyes too, and a small teeth-mark bruise on his throat. I suddenly remembered Bear's fingers tangling in my hair, his voice ordering me to release Chance, and I blushed as I traced a finger around the mark.

Chance just grinned at me. "Chompy little omega. Trying to claim your beta?"

A possessive hunger surged through me and I moaned, drawing Chance to my chest, taking his lips with mine. He tasted like mango too, and we challenged one another in the kiss, tongues tangling. Chance settled between my hips, plunged his cock into me with one stroke, and I gasped as he picked up the rhythm Bear had abandoned.

"This what you need, birdy?" Chance asked, voice ragged as he fucked me in steady, slow thrusts.

"Yes!" I cried, spreading my legs to take him deeper. Bear grabbed one thigh, holding me open and teasing the sensitive skin on the inside.

"Slutty little pussy needs one cock after another filling her up," Chance said.

"Hey, be nice," Bear growled.

"Don't be nice!" I said, clutching Chance's back, grinning back at him as his eyes brightened and Bear laughed. "Keep going."

Chance's smile was a beautiful contrast to his words, all warm and affectionate.

"No, birdy doesn't need nice. Birdy needs to be stuffed, needs to be filled up with cum until it gushes out of her," Chance said, breathless as he grew rougher and faster.

"Pressure," Bear said, and Chance rolled his eyes.

"She doesn't need a knot right now," Chance answered Bear. "Do you, birdy? You want a knot, or you want me to fuck you hard, make you splash all over me, make you scream?"

"Yes, that! That's what I want," I gasped, rocking up into his thrusts, the perverse sounds of our bodies colliding spurring me on.

"And then later, when you start scratching my back and whining and you think you can't come anymore, we'll show Bear how well you take my fist." Chance picked up my hips, changing the angle of his thrusts, rubbing my inner walls.

I howled and arched as I came, and Bear and Chance both laughed. Then the fog of need rose up again, and it was only pressure and glorious agony once more.





"How did you get into being a service alpha?" I asked.

Chance was snoring softly at my back, and Bear looked like he was about to drop asleep himself, fighting the urge to keep me company. I was restless, aware of the desire hovering at the edges, waiting for its next moment to strike.

"I only did one rotation in the army, but it was enough to get me through my alpha growing pains, teach me the discipline I'd need," Bear said. "There's a couple pipelines for alphas who leave the military. Most common is security, of course, but servicing is actually a close second. I probably would've gone for the former if a buddy hadn't already lined me up an interview with the HeatEase agency."

"Were you excited?" I asked.

Bear snorted. "I was. Didn't realize what I was getting myself into."

I wagged my eyebrows as he glanced at me, and he sighed and continued.

"I passed the interview fine. But the training was…a little humiliating. They can't just let an alpha get his knot in an omega for the first time on a job. We had to practice," he said.

I blinked at that, staring back at Bear's dark eyes as he arched an eyebrow.

"On silicone," he said.

"With people watching?" I asked, tensing, thinking of the camera in the corner of my little cell.

"In the room," Bear said, huffing out a laugh and shrugging. He squeezed me into his side, twisting to press a purring kiss on my forehead. "But I get it. Even on my first job, with three of the pros with me, I kept it together, but the reality was overwhelming. I went a little wild. Nothing the omega wouldn't enjoy, but I'm glad I was prepared, had partners."