Picking me up, Izzy walks to the couch to snuggle me. The view of the woods and snow just hit differently outside, and Kyren joins us as he pulls a weighted blanket over us.
“The white shit is so much prettier outside than inside,” I mutter.
Izzy chuckles, pulling me closer.
“You were going insane. There was pacing, sighing, and then pouting. It was time to pull out the big guns, baby,” he says.
“Ugh. Being inside for this long reminds me of the Henderson estate. We were robots, and told where and when we could do things. It’s why I didn’t want to think about the storm earlier,” I sigh. “I knew that I’d be forced inside for days at a time.”
“What was it like?” Izzy asks, kissing my forehead.
“It was a fucked up training sector to create the perfect omega. Instructions on how to never anger an alpha, not to look them in the eye for too long because it was a form of aggression, but there was also sex education, and being taught how to satisfyan alpha were prominent in the lessons,” I grumble. “We were arm candy, so we had etiquette lessons for how to properly eat and drink. Embarrassing whoever was going to buy us was anathema. Three years of training, with routines and long days. There were betas that were in charge of us and they were sugary sweet, but there was steel behind their commands.
“They would ignore any complaints and talk over us when we first arrived. We didn’t want to be Stepford Omega Barbies. The omegas in our group were all as disoriented as we were, and we slowly lost our will to fight as the days went on. There was nowhere to run, and the guards all had guns.”
“What would they do to keep you compliant?” Kyren asks worriedly beside me.
“When I think back, it makes me angry,” I admit. “Being able to exercise outside was a privilege. It was a little like being an inmate at a prison, but the cage was gilded and beautiful. We were rewarded for good behavior, but punished when we weren’t perfect. We’d be isolated and forced to learn our lessons alone. No one would talk to us, our food would be slid through the door, and we’d be locked in our rooms. The boredom, isolation, and anxiety that my sister wasn’t beside me would tear at me until I decided to agree to do whatever they wanted me to.”
“Just because they mostly treated you well, didn’t mean they weren’t still grooming you to be a sex slave,” Izzy grumbles. “Violence isn’t always necessary when the reminder exists. They didn’t want to hurt their inventory, so they did things that still demoralized and scared you.”
“That’s it exactly,” I sigh. “Now, I’ll walk whenever possible in town, and I’ll only drive if necessary. Being able to be outside means a lot to me. I can’t believe you all did this for me.”
“This back porch is beautiful. You should be able to enjoy it. Izzy said it’s in better shape than the front porch,” Kyren says.
“It was sealed better,” I explain. “The contractor cut corners when he was making these houses. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was already bleeding money, and when the bubble burst, the company pulled up stakes. I think that’s why my insulation is the worst of all the houses.”
“I promise to fix that,” Izzy chuckles. “Your nightmares are getting better, but I would like to make you scream without half the neighborhood being alerted.”
Laughing, I shrug. Sex hasn’t been an issue until recently. I’m not necessarily loud when I’m using my toys.
“I want to talk to the Widows about killing Gideon,” I say, chewing on the inside of my bottom lip. “That’s why we called this town Widows Peak. It felt right. I don’t want to stick my head in the sand anymore, and I’ve been having dreams about the estate. They’re not enough to be nightmares, but they’re reminding me of some unfinished business.”
“Well you’re not going alone,” Kyren says, lifting me to drag me onto his lap. He scoots over so I can’t sit between them, and my lips twitch.
That was smooth.
“I didn’t say I was,” I point out, getting comfortable with my head on his shoulder. “I just keep thinking that we’re not those scared girls anymore. Seeing Brad helped remind me of that.”
“Ugh, you’re going to make me hard just thinking about how hot you were covered in his blood,” Kyren groans. “I’m trying to be good, Princess.”
“You mean sex wasn’t in your plans?” I tease him. “How else am I supposed to work out my frustrations?”
“In that case…”
Maneuvering me so I’m straddling him, he pulls my hair free of its hair tie so it cascades down my back. His fingers fist it, and then he’s angling my face so that he can kiss me hard.
“You’re absolutely right,mi amor,”Izzy agrees as he watches us. His eyes hood, and he pushes up on my chin to break the kiss so he can join.
It’s a filthy three way kiss that has me grinding on Kyren looking for friction. Tongues slide against each other, and I whimper as Izzy pulls away.
“I want to watch Kyren fuck your pretty pink pussy,” he groans.
“You should lick us both while I do,” Kyren decides.
Hands pull my clothes off, and my nipples pebble immediately. The warming units are working well, but the cooler air will whoosh through the porch to keep me from overheating as they work.
“I need you to come on my cock, and this angle won’t hit you the way you like unless he’s sucking on your clit,” Kyren says to my surprise as I turn to give him my back.
