Yesterday, after arriving back at their place, they shoved me in the bedroom, this time leaving me out of the closet. It gave me hope that they were considering my offer. Everything I understood about them was that they didn’t normally purchase Omegas to whore them out. Pack Ironwyld wanted something.
Whatever it may be, it worked in my favor. Freedom, no longer being beholden to Alphas, felt more and more of a possibility.
The sun currently hung low in the sky, telling me it had been a few hours since I’d seen them. In that time, I’d given a half-hearted effort to escape, but I was too weak to wiggle anything free, and the latch to the window seemed welded shut.
I needed tools in order to escape. Or at least something hard and sharp.
The door swung open, and Rafe came in with Cade engulfing something in his large hand. I popped upright to settle my glare on them. Cade thumped the bowl onto the empty nightstand beside the bed.
A fork was stabbed into the cheesy macaroni. It looked pretty good. My mouth watered, and it really hit me that I hadn’t eaten in more than twelve hours.
The prongs of the fork peeked through the other side of the stabbed noodle. I could use it to try to jiggle the latch. Pulling my foot up onto the bed, I curled my leg up to mask that I had been about to lunge for the fork. I couldn’t be so obvious.
“Eat,” Cade grunted. I rested my chin on my knee.
“I’d like to shower.” I slid my foot off the bed and straightened. Cade watched me silently, his scowl deepening. “And get a fresh pair of clothes.”
“A fresh pair of clothes,” he muttered, very obviously mocking me. “Anything else, princess?”
“Now that you mention it?—”
Cade scoffed, then threw his hands in the air and raked them through his hair in the same motion. I bit back my smirk.
What happened to the careless Alpha he’d been acting like?
In a move so quick I couldn’t avoid it, he gripped my hair in his fist. Any humor I’d been pushing back morphed into pain. I hissed a breath between my teeth.
“Are you playing with me?” he snapped.
I didn’t bother responding, just studied him silently. From the pinched edges of his eyes to the corners of his turned down lips. He had the faintest freckles across the bridge of his nose. It would have been . . . cute on anyone else.
If I could describe him in a few words, it’d be ‘contained chaos’. Energy seemed to ripple off him in waves compared to the other two.
Cade let my hair go, and I fell back onto my arms. He stormed out of the bedroom, shoved past Rafe and slammed the door. Rafe said nothing, just watched me with his moody look. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.
“What, freak? Do you want to yank me around too?”
We settled into a sort of standoff, and he finally left without a word.
As soon as the door shut, I bounced to my feet, taking the fork in hand. I stabbed the prongs through the slim opening. It didn’t give at first, but I kept wiggling the utensil back and forth until the silicone gave. From there I was able to pick and prod the polymer until the cold air from outside slipped through the crevice.
With a bit more maneuvering, I’d be able to jam it into the slit to open it so I could slide onto the ledge.
A deep, rich coffee smell reached my nose first, then a hand wrapped around my neck. I squawked from the force of being shoved face down onto the mattress. My heart thundered in my ears, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I fought, kicking my legs out.
Who was it?
How I hated that they all had big hands, I couldn’t tell which was which.
He pressed his hips into my ass, and I could feel the grind of his hard cock. Slick immediately started to gather between my thighs.
I sucked in a breath.
A large bronze hand snatched the fork I fisted in my hand. Rafe was the darkest-skinned of the three. Moody, abrupt Rafe.I stopped fighting, lying frozen with my cheek smashed against the bed.
“Let me leave,” I cried out, frustrated. Even as I said it, I pressed my ass back, shoving against his length. My toes curled at the feel of him.
I whimpered and wiggled again, the surge of heat flooding my stomach. Rafe ground his cock against my ass, and I sucked in a breath. Slick dripped down my thigh, making its way toward my knee. By God, I couldn’t contain my whimper.
