“Kidnapping you,” I reply hoarsely. “We already cleared it with your boss. You’ve been working too hard, and we miss you.”
“Don’t even think about protesting,” Wilder says when my vixen opens her mouth. “It won’t do any good. We won’t be swayed.”
He spins her around, bends at the knee, and throws her over his shoulder. Olivia squeals and demands he put her down, but Wild laughs and nods at her amused coworkers who stop to watch the spectacle.
Time to go home and take care of our omega.
“One more bite,” I demand when Liv picks at her lunch. She’s not eating enough and working too much. The lab is super close to launching the human trials, and she’s so focused on that, but we won’t let her neglect herself.
“So bossy,” she says, but she can’t hide her smile.
I let out a pleased rumble when she does as I ask, taking another bite of the chili Wilder and I prepared. She looks up at me through the fringe of her lashes, that beautiful smile growing wider.
“Can I be done now, alpha?”
“Are you full?”
The sweet vixen’s expression turns mischievous. “Not yet, but I’d like to be.”
Wild, who has a spoonful of chili halfway to his lips, goes still and shares a loaded look with me. “Sweetness, are you being naughty?”
“I’m trying.”
A rumble works its way up my throat. “You want to be full, vixen?” Leaning over the table, I wrap one of those loose strands of hair around my fist and give it a gentle tug.
“Yes, alpha.”
“She was such a good girl,” Wild drawls, one side of his lips curling in a smirk. “She did as you asked when you told her to take another bite. I think we should reward her.”
“I don’t know. She hasn’t been taking very good care of herself the last week or two. I’m not so sure we should reward that, brother. I think maybe our omega needs to be punished.”
My dick grows hard when Liv’s pupils blow and her breathing picks up. She shifts in her seat and her scent blooms. Our pretty omega likes being praised, but maybe she likes the idea of being punished too.
We can work with that.
“Oh, lighten up, Hayes.” Wild pushes back from the table and tugs Liv out of her chair. She lets out the sweetest little gasp when her chest collides with Wilder’s and his hand cups her cheek. “Our girl has been working so hard to help take care of other omegas. She’s amazing.”
I watch, entranced, as Liv’s eyes flutter shut when Wilder’s hand moves from her cheek, down her neck, over her breasts, and then grips the hem of her shirt. She’s pliant when he tugs it off her body before unhooking her bra and baring her perfect tits for us.
“So pretty,” my brother murmurs, tweaking one nipple between hisfingers.
Liv whines.
“So eager.” He unzips her slacks, letting them slide down her thighs. He inhales deeply and groans. “So fucking wet already. I can smell your slick, sweetness.”
“Alpha,” she pleads so damn prettily.
I stand, closing the distance between me and my omega and press my chest against her back, sandwiching her between my brother and me. Liv hums her approval when the hard length of my cock presses against her ass.
“What do you say, brother? Should we reward our brilliant omega for how hard she’s been working?” Wild slips his fingers beneath the band of Liv’s lacy, barely there thong, making her push her ass harder against my dick when he slides those fingers between her slick folds.
Wrapping my hand carefully around Liv’s throat, I angle her head back against my chest and rub my stubbled cheek across her soft one. “Omegas who don’t take care of themselves don’t deserve to be rewarded.”
Liv whines in protest when I pull Wild’s hand away from her cunt. She instinctively widens her stance, her hips chasing after him, desperate for friction, which I provide when I slap her pussy with the perfect amount of force. Enough to make her clit tingle and to have her crying out, but not hard enough to make her sting for more than a second or two.
“Our omega needs to learn how to take care of herself and let her alphas take care of her,” I say, my fingers rubbing circles over her lace-covered pussy to soothe the sting. “Which means she’s going to take what we give her, and she’ll thank us for it.”
“And what should we give her?” Wild asks, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down to his hips, along with his boxers, before grabbing Liv’s wrist and guiding her hand to his cock.
