“Because my father was determined to make our lives miserable if we didn’t agree to live the one he chose for us. He was doing it before we even left.”
“What happened?”
“Not my story to tell,” he sighs heavily.
“Then whose?” I cock my head to the side.
“All in good time, my love.” Ian kisses the top of my head.
I don’t press for more, even though I want to. We hang out on the beach some more before heading back into the house to check on the pets.
We’re on the couch, snuggled together, ordering things online when Will and Nick return.
I’m leaning up, looking over my shoulder and the couch to see the two of them walk in. They look wrecked. Nothing about them is out of place, but the looks on their faces scream exhausted.
“How was it?” Ian asks, getting to his feet.
“It was a fucking mess,” Nick growls, taking his leather jacket off and tossing it over the dining room chair before heading into the kitchen to get a drink.
Will sighs heavily, his eyes flicking between Ian and me.
“How much did you tell her?”
“Just that our father died and you two left to clean up his mess,” Ian answers.
Will nods, running a hand through his red curls before scratching at his beard.
“So, are we gonna play another game of keep-everything-from-Nova?” I ask, turning my body around so that I can lean on my arms over the back of the couch.
“And what makes you think you deserve to know anything about our lives?” Nick asks, a beer in hand. He lifts the glass to his lips and takes a swig.
My eyes narrow. “Because I’m your Omega. And whether you like it or not, I’m a part of this pack now.” I glare at him, daring him to challenge me.
“Really now?” Nick cocks a brow. “We’re your pack, huh?”
I get to my feet, walk around the couch, and over to him until we’re toe to toe. “Yes,” I growl up at him. “This is my house now. You are my men. My life. Mine,” I snarl, and a flash of heat crosses Nick’s eyes. “That means no one keeps anything from me anymore. Got it?”
Nick’s hand shoots out, wrapping around my throat. I gasp, eyes widening as heat floods my core. “Listen here, you little brat.” His voice is low as he brings his face an inch from mine. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
A smile curves at my lips. “That's where you’re wrong, big guy. You are my Alpha. And one day soon, I’m going to sink my teeth into your neck and show the whole fucking world who you fucking belong to. Because you're my little bitch.” My laugh becomes strangled as Nick’s hand tightens around my throat.
“Nick!” Ian barks.
A low growl rumbles in Nick’s chest as he loosens his hold. My head spins, my nipples harden. Ian might be afraid that Nick’s going to hurt me, but we can all fucking smell just how needy my cunt is right now.
Guess I have a degradation kink. Plus, I'm a masochist. We learn something new about ourselves every day.
“If anyone is to claim ownership, it’s me.” Nick’s warm breath fans over my lips. “You are mine, little Omega. Fucking mine.”
I bite my lip, pure fucking pride at getting him to admit that. Even if it’s more in the ownership sense.
He seems to understand what he said and lets go of me.
“Does the big bad killer have a crush on little old me?” I bat my eyelashes as I rub at my neck. “I’m flattered.”
“Fuck you,” he hisses.
“Yes, please.” I lick my lips, loving how riled up he is.
