I blinked as I tried to clear the haze around me. “What?” Before I could get my bearings, Lars grabbed my hands and I was tipped over Easton’s knee.
“Our omega needs to learn that she doesn’t run away from us, even when she’s upset, and she certainly doesn’t risk her safety by running into a dark maze,” Finn said.
I twisted around until I met his smug gaze with a glare so intense I was surprised fire wasn’t shooting out of my eyes. I had only run away because they had dated half the town, but he was undeterred. His rough fingers gripped my face, squeezing just hard enough for me to feel his complete control.
“I understand you’re upset, but that is not an excuse for putting yourself in danger.”
I pulled back, trying to escape his hold, but it was futile. My alphas held me fast—my ass was in the air, my toes barely touching the ground. Finn flipped my skirt up and rubbed his hand up and down my ass cheeks, which were bare now that my thong and tights had been ripped. I clawed and snarled and shouted, but it didn’t matter.
Lars’s hand twisted in my hair, and he forced my head back. “Do you think she needs something to keep her quiet for us?”
“Oh, I definitely think she needs some help,” Easton said.Traitor.
Lars unzipped his pants and his huge cock sprang out, hard and dripping. “Open your mouth, kitten. My cock will keep you nice and quiet as you take your punishment.”
The head of his cock pressed against my lips and I opened automatically, my jaw stretching around him. Lars’s hand kept me still as he forced more of his cock into my mouth. I was so distracted that Finn’s hand coming down hard on my ass made me cry out in shock. Lars’s cock muffled the sound and he grunted as he thrust inside more, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I choked a bit and then Finn’s hand crashed down again, reddening my ass cheeks as I let out another startled cry.
Each smack on my ass sparked more and more pleasure in me until my slick ran down my thighs.
Finn groaned and his fingers dipped into my sex. “Fuck, you’re soaked. So needy for us.”
With each firm touch and growled command, my omega felt more and more secure in my place with them. It didn’t make sense that a fast fucking and fierce spanking would make me feel like I belonged at their side, but somehow it did. Their behavior showed me that they were willing to fight for me…that I was worth being chased after.
Finn hit an especially tender spot, and the pain went straight to my clit. My orgasm took me by surprise and I cried out. Lars swore and wrapped my hair around his fingers, holding me in place. “You’re going to fucking swallow me down,” he growled seconds before he spilled down my throat. He held me fast, and I swallowed him down as I rode the waves of my own orgasm.
And then Easton’s arms were around me again as I curled up against his chest. My eyes were so heavy they drifted closed.
“That’s it, sunshine. Just rest. We’ve got you.”
49
FINN
“Something’s off,”Easton hissed. The two of us were in the kitchen, unpacking the Red Lantern takeout I’d picked up for dinner.
I nodded. My alpha was on edge, pushing me to fix whatever was going on with our omega. If only I knew how. “It has to just be because of last night, right?”
What were the fucking odds all our exes decided to go apple-picking at the same time? It was exceptionally rare for me to miss living in a larger city like I had in college—pretty much only when I wanted takeout at midnight, and when I wanted to take my omega out without running intoeveryone we’d ever dated.
Easton scrubbed his hand down his face, his shoulders bunched and tense. “I just want her to know we’re all in on this. I hate the idea that she could be doubting us.”
I nodded, dishing up some orange chicken into a bowl. I wanted that, too. I also wanted to end that fucking alpha from the apple orchard. Olive had given us some vague non-answer when we asked how she knew him. A growl rose in my chest. My alpha wanted to push her to tell us everything.Get her locked on our knot and spank the truth out of her. Fuck. I couldn’t listen to my alpha. I needed to be reasonable.
Right?
I glanced over to where Olive was curled up on Lars’s lap. The fire was going in the woodstove and an old season of some reality show was playing on the TV. Not that any of us were really paying attention.
It had been a quiet Saturday. After the maze, we’d returned home and fucked most of the night—showering our omega with praise and reassurances of how much we wanted her. We’d slept in—even Olive, which was practically a miracle, although she still dragged us out to the beach when she got up.
Even though we’d talked through everything that happened at the apple orchard and she said everything was fine, her scent was unusually strong with an edge of bitter anxiety that flared anytime we left her side. She kept swallowing whines and moving from one of our laps to the other. There had been moments where it seemed like she wanted to say something, but when we pressed her, she changed the subject.
The only thing I could think to make sense of her behavior was that she must still be unsettled after running into our exes. Hopefully our plan would unfold as I imagined, and it would be exactly what she needed to feel secure in our relationship.
“I’m waiting for Gunnar to call,” I said quietly.
“Good,” Easton said. “It’s going to work.” He shook out his shoulders, grabbed several containers, and headed into the living room.
I was about to follow when my phone vibrated. My heart leapt and I snuck out the back door through the lighthouse so Olive wouldn’t overhear the conversation.
