Finn removes his fingers from my pussy and slips them into his mouth. I’m sure I’m slack-jawed as I watch his lips wrap around his tattooed fingers and suck my essence off of them.
“Maybe I see the appeal after all,” he teases with a smirk.
Part of me wants to slap him across the face, the other part of me wants him to fuck me in this hallway.Ugh.These are the times I absolutely hate being an Omega. If I was of rational, sound mind, this would never have happened. I wouldn’t have ever let a man like him touch me. What was I thinking?
It has to be because he’s Ian’s identical twin. They’ve got my brain going haywire with their matching scents.
I’m breathing heavily, and my body feels less on edge. At least there’s that.
That at ease feeling quickly fades away as Ian walks through the doors and comes to stand behind his brother.
“And what the fuck is going on here?”
My cheeks flame red, and I wish I could turn invisible with the tension between the two brothers.
Finn smirks at his brother and boops his nose with the finger he used to fuck me.
“See you at home,Deartháir.”
9
CILLIAN
I’m goingto fucking kill my brother.
I already knew what happened; I knew it from the moment I walked through the doors and smelled their intermingled scents. But when he touched my nose and confirmed his fingers were inside of her, I wanted to throttle him.
It’s not that I mind sharing with him. I’ve shared practically everything in my life with Finn, and we knew an Omega would inevitably be another thing we would share. But it’s the way he treats her and the situation as a whole.
He doesn’t deserve to touch her, and I did pay for exclusivity.
My brother turns and walks away. I’ll deal with him later. The club is not the right place for the anger I need to take out on him. Plus, I’m not even sure I can blame him? How can I tell him not to touch the woman who belongs to us not only contractually but has also been bestowed by the universe.
Elena’s punishment is a different story.
Her cheeks are flaming red, and I already know I can’t truly blame her. She didn’t take the suppressants from Declan, and my brother and I are identical in looks and scents. I’m sure it’s confusing for her. I’m not even sure if she’s allowed herself to realize what we are to her.
It doesn’t make my anger subside any further.
“What don’t you understand aboutonly me,mo stór?”
She licks her lips and shakes her head. There’s a touch of fear lacing its way into her scent, and I hate it. I stroke the side of her face with my knuckles.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I promise her, knowing that its meaning holds more weight from me than it does her. She already belongs to me, and she has no idea what I would do for my Omega. I suppose she belongs to Finn, too, but I don’t care. Elena and I had an agreement, and she broke it.
“I’m sorry. He said you weren’t coming tonight. I ran out of suppressants, and I was going to my apartment to probably masturbate and cry, and then things just got out of hand. I wanted you. I was waiting for you to get here, and when you didn’t, I was leaving the club so I wouldn’t break my promise. I understand if you want your money back. I’m sorry.” She apologizes way too many fucking times during her rambling, and I hate it. She tries to move around me to get to her apartment, but I step in front of her.
“I don’t want my money back. I want to take you to a private room and make you feel better,” I tell her.
She blinks her blue eyes at me. “You do?”
“I don’t doubt that Finn orchestrated everything that happened. But this is your only warning, Elena. No one else.”
“No one else,” she repeats, shaking her head.
“Is there a room you prefer upstairs?”
She licks her lips and shrugs. I grab her hand as she rubs her thighs together, the evidence of how wet my brother got her evident on her glistening thighs.
