“Please, Olis. I need you to touch my pussy. Please!”
“Fuck,” he groans, his grip on me tightening. “You beg so fucking prettily. Even more so when you use that filthy mouth of yours to tell me what to do.”
I don’t have to ask him again, the Alpha listens to my demands just like I knew he would.
Sliding down my body, he stops, reaching the apex of my thighs. The first swipe of his tongue through my slit has me moaning, my stomach clenching as the feeling of ecstasy overcomes me.
Olis eats my pussy like a man starved. His tongue rolls, licks and vibrates against my sensitive clit. It feels like only seconds before my body tightens and an orgasm barrels down over me.
I come with a scream. My thighs clench around Olis’s head holding him close to my centre. My back bows off the bed and I feel the evidence of my release drenching his face. I know that I am making a mess but I can’t seem to find the will to care. He should drown in the evidence of what he has done to my body.
Once the waves of pleasure lessen, I drop my legs from around his face.
He chuckles and crawls back up my body. The evidence of my release visible on his chin.
“Fuck you taste so fucking good. Just like cherries.”
My entire body tenses and I shoot upright in bed. That is until a wave of pain has me doubling over.
“Shit, baby. Are you okay?” Olis asks, rubbing my naked back. All his touch does is heighten the pain. I curl in on myself further as another wave of pain steals the breath from my lungs.
Just as the third wave of pain hits, my scent explodes from me. Olis staggers back, sucking in a breath of my sweet cherry scent.
His eyes widen as he looks down at me curled up on the bed. A look of astonishment adorns his features before he falls to his knees in front of me.
“I fucking knew it. You are my mate,” he growls, his tone laced with a hint of possession.
“And I’m going into fucking heat,” I grunt as yet another wave of pain cripples me.
Fuck. My. Life.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Icurse both Olis and Vic the entire time I spend cleaning up the documents that have been left sprawled out on the table in our war room. While I am pissed off at Vic, I can hardly blame Olis for taking our girl the way he did.
He is just as gone for her as I am.
It settles something inside of me knowing that he isn’t mad at her.
Victor on the other hand needs a fucking reality check.
Never before have I been so disappointed in my brother. I would have thought that he would have had some sympathy for Valley considering all she has been through. Yet, all he could seem to focus on was himself and his feelings in the matter.
I have no doubt that he is already hating on himself. It was clear as day he was already regretting his words the minute he said them.
But that still doesn’t change the fact that he fucked up.
He hurt our girl. He pushed her back to that dark place that she has worked so hard to escape from. He proved to her that we are all the same down to our core.
I just hope that she knows we aren’t all like that.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I look around the now clean office. While our men know not to enter our offices without the say so, I don’t trustanyone completely. Snakes are far too sneaky these days and I refuse to allow what I have built to come crumbling down around us.
Making my way back to the house, I give myself a moment to just take in what my life has become. From finding who I thought I was meant to spend the rest of my life with, to having the boys, losing Gwen and continuing to fulfill my role in the Syndicate, it feels as though I have never just stopped and taken in the world around me. I have spent my entire life trying to live up to the standards that were hammered into Vic and I at such a young age that now, I don’t even know if I actually like my job.
Well, that’s a lie to some degree.
I do love parts of what we do—especially since partnering with OPA—but I’m exhausted.
