Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(82)

"Mmhm. What wouldn't you let me do to you, birdy?" Chance murmured.

Her eyes opened, a wild light in her gaze. "Nothing."

Chance growled, hips snapping, and her hands clutched at his back as he bowed over her, tucking his face into her throat, nuzzling gently.

"Oh, god, yes. Bite," she gasped.

My teeth suddenly ached and my knot grew hard and stiff at that plea. I hated her. I liked her. I fucking craved her.

Chance held her tightly, and I knew the moment he dug his teeth into her throat because she tensed and howled and trembled. The room grew terrifyingly sweet, all her scent flooding the air, and Chance bucked wildly. My cock throbbed and my heart broke as his knees bent and bobbed, weak at the release he'd shared with her.

Their lips met as they caught their breath, stroking and dragging kisses that echoed in the silence. Chance cupped her face like she was made of porcelain, and her gaze was honey as she stared at him when he pulled away.

What I'd never had.

"Time for the nest," Chance said, a velvety warmth in his voice that made me shiver with longing.

She nodded, cheek rubbing against his palm, all soft and sweet, no sign of the snarling woman I'd drawn out. They soothed and tidied one another, and Chance lifted her from the counter as she giggled, his arms wrapped around her hips.

His eyes were up as he turned away from the counter and walked by me like I was just a bit of trash on the ground. Her gaze found mine, still soft from pleasure, but there was something else too. Victory.

She'd taught me her lesson.

She'd given me a gift too.

They left me on the floor of the bathroom, the door bumping shut behind them.

I groaned loudly, shaking hands tearing at the closure of my jeans, rising up on my knees and shoving my pants down to pull out my painfully stiff cock.

I was immediately close, at the edge of release with nothing but shame and jealousy to credit.

Faith and Chance.

I swallowed hard on their names, pulled my cock with a clammy hand, and bucked into my own rough palm. I hauled their scents into my lungs, moaning recklessly, aware of the unlocked door at my back, the empty counter in front of me.

I didn't hate her now. I craved the mix of them on my tongue, thought of crawling after them and begging to lick her cunt. I ignored the fluid pooling at the head of my cock, punishing myself with my own uncomfortable grip. Nothing would stop me from finishing.

I'd told Rider and Skid the truth hours ago. I had less interest in the omega than any of the other girls at the club. It would be a lie now to say the same.

I'm sick, I reasoned to myself, shuddering at the cruel declaration of my own thoughts.

She was as perfect as Chance. I needed them both. Needed them staring down at me, leaving me weak. I needed that softness they shared too, wanted it stroking down my back when I was ruined from their words and touches.

That wish, those fantasy touches, drew out the sharp crack of release, bowing me forward as I spurted in hot, thick ropes over the floor. I fell to one elbow, still milking my own length, gasping and growling and fucking into my palm.

The aftermath was cold and filthy—the bitter reality of being left behind on the floor of the bathroom. But I had a new goal now. One sweeter and even more necessary than before.

Chance was mine. And soon Faith would be too.





30. KING





I paced the familiar living room, cataloging the little changes Molly had made since the last time I'd been here. New couch, curtains over the windows now, missing photo above the mantle. Little pieces of our relationship erased. I didn't blame her. I'd never kept evidence of her in my office or my club bedroom. Her house didn't need to remain a tribute to what had long since crashed and burned.

I paused in front of the window that faced the street, checking the road again. No sign of anyone watching Molly's house. I pulled my phone from my pocket to glance at the time.

There was work I should've been doing, calls to make, people to check up on.

"You don't have to come," Bear had said, frowning at me.

I'd used the looming threats as my excuse, as if someone else like Chance couldn't have been called in. But Bear was right—I didn't need to come.

A door clicked shut behind me and I spun around, waiting for Faith and Bear to reappear, but it wasn't either of them. Molly entered the living room, pausing on the threshold and arching one of those all-too-knowing eyebrows at me.

"Almost done?" I asked, too gruff, abrupt.

Molly's lips twitched. "Yep. Running late?"

I cleared my throat and shook my head. "It's fine."

Molly's arms crossed over her chest, and she leaned against the doorway. She was still beautiful, still sporting that glint in her eye that made it apparent she'd already made a mental checklist of all my bullshit. There were times when I’d wondered what it would take to get Molly back in my bed. But our connection had been built out of a mutual weariness and understanding. The spark had never been a blaze, and it'd faded long ago. She could do better, I figured.

"She's doing well," Molly said, taking pity on me at last.

"Good." I couldn't keep my eyes from drifting over her head to watch the hall.

"Results are all clean, and I was able to get my hands on a birth control they offer to newly bloomed omegas. Will last her a couple years," Molly said. "Stress hormones are still high, but they may stay that way."