I gently put her shaking body into Silas’s arms. Her whines and moans almost break me. But I know what I must do as her alpha.
I have to think of her safety in the long term.
“Keep her safe in the car. I have something to deal with,” I say. Kissing the top of her head. Turning towards the house kills me, but I can’t risk my omega.
Stepping inside the darkened house, I can feel my Pack members staring at me. But I don’t have time to waste.
Grabbing Mayfield, I throw him on the couch, find the rope they must have planned to use on Noa, and tie a noose around his neck and pull it tight around what must be a closet door handle for now.
Next is Derrick. His handcuffs are easy to find. I drag his bloody body to the expensive coffee table that seems to weigh a few hundred pounds and handcuff him to it.
Now, Jackson, I return to the kitchen. Jackson iscovered in sweat, and tears fall down his face as I admire the sight for a second.
He is completely focused on trying to get the knife out of his hand, but in a few minutes, that’ll be the least of his problems. His eyes jut over to me, and I have the nerve to smirk.
“You fucking–” I cut him off. Taking his hand by the knife handle and leading him to the living room, where my little meeting is. He tries to swing at me, fight still in him, and I shove him down onto the wood floor and smile as he struggles to get back up.
“I’ll keep my little monologue short, but you missed the most important step in doing literally anything, and that is knowing what you’re up against,” I say slowly, walking around the kitchen picking up the pieces of the gun I disassembled earlier. “Your offenses are endless, but as of right now, you're keeping me from my omega, my omega who’s in heat at that, and that can’t go unpunished now, can it?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
NOA
The frosty night air is crisp in my nose as I snuggle into my alpha’s arms. The car they raced here to get to me shines under the moonlight as we get closer. A sense of familiarity washes over me, and I grip Silas as he sits in the back seat with me. Thorne sits in the driver’s seat, and we wait for Havoc to come back.
I can’t comprehend what is going on or what he is doing, but I know my alphas have me. Here, in their arms, and that my heat is clouding my mind. This time it’s not in pain. It’s in need. Instead of whips slashing my stomach, I feel an aching deep inside that can only be satisfied by them.
“Need,” I mutter, straddling Silas’s lap and kissing his neck. I rub myself against him. Every part of my body, arms, legs, chest, is against my alpha, our littleskin contact through all these clothes providing the tiniest bit of relief. But I’m not discouraged. I have a new sense of desire, something I’ve yet to experience to this level during one of my heats. The car doesn’t give us much space, but I’ll make anything work if I get to have my alphas.
Mine.
My alphas who saved me.
Usually, I’d worry about being dirty. My hair is a mess, and my clothes are ripped. But now all I can focus on is taking them off.
I inhale his rich coffee scent and Thorne’s cherries, replacing all the foul scents in my nose. I feel safe enough to take off my shirt. Throwing it over my head somewhere in the car, I close my eyes as my lips meet Silas’s skin again. I go straight for his neck, kissing the bonds he has with Thorne and Havoc, causing him to groan and buck under me. I smile, loving the fact that he loses a bit of control when I kiss him there. Still, this isn’t enough.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, noticing the lack of hands on me.
My heat will not wait for the perfect moment; in fact, she waited for the worst moment to pop her head around, and now she’s here. Begging to be loved, knotted, she’s here and getting stronger with each passing minute, even more so in the comfort of my alphas. I need them.
Nestling my head into Silas’s shirt, I inhale his rich coffee scent like a drug and moan into his neck as I grind over him. My slick wetting my clothes and making me sticky. Gosh. I need something, anything, him. My pussy aches, and for once I want to satisfy her.
“Alpha,” I whine, gripping his shirt in my hand. Silas sexily growls as his hands finally touch me. His fingers slowly drawing up my thighs and tease the top of my ass. “Please.”
“My omega, my lovely little omega,” he murmurs, pecking my lips between each word. I glare, my omega confused why he isn’t undressing me.
“Lower, alpha,” I say, trying to move my body up so his hands would at least touch my ass, but he keeps them right over my lower back. His fingers draw little circles on my skin as I sweat.
I grow more furiously frustrated this time as he slowly raises his eyebrows.
“Silas likes to tease Peach Puff.” Thorne’s low voice is heady as it filters through the lust in the air. “You should punish him.”
That comment makes my eyes snap to Silas’s, mischief filling my bones as I watch Silas smirk.
“Punish me, baby,” he says, his hands finally sliding over my ass, gripping me hard against him. Finally giving me a taste of the friction I desire. “Take what you need.”
“I need you,” I whisper, sliding my skirt off quite unsexily, and feeling the roughness of his jeans against my skin. I hate it. I whine, trying to get off him. He quickly pulls his own pants off before his fingers return to my opening, gathering my slick before entering one finger.
