“Even worse now that you’re here,” I snarl. “Didn’t I reject you?”
“Don’t you remember?” he asks. “Did the sedative make you forget?”
“Sedative… Ugh, you fucker!” I croak out as he shrugs.
This is why I feel worse than I should. I can feel a deep well of anxiety, sadness, and determination through my bond with Rhodes. It’s so strong, it makes me growl. He’s nearby.
What the fuck are they planning?
“‘Fuck no’ is a complete sentence,” I say, changing tactics as Skylar snorts.
“So is rejection, unless you’re me. I reject your rejection,” he says. “You’re going to be an adult and stay here until we figure this out.”
“I’m tied up,” I growl, as if to remind him. “It’s not as if I can go anywhere.”
“Ah, Pookie. Tying you up is our love language, remember? We’re pack. You can be pissed Rhodes and I didn’t tell you about the lengths we went to get your attention, but we will never be done,” Skylar says. “In an effort to be completely transparent, I need you to see what we’re capable of.”
The door opens again to reveal Rhodes carrying something wrapped in a rug covered in duct tape. It looks suspiciously like a body, and while my stomach flip flops with butterflies because I miss my alphas, a tremor of fear also slithers up my spine.
“What…the…fuck?”
“Did you break him?” Rhodes asks Skylar as he drops the rug on the ground. The sound that comes from the rolled up fabric makes me whine, and Skylar lifts a shoulder as he walks over to me.
“I think our Viking can handle it,” he murmurs. Skylar shoves his nose against the crook of my neck and drags it up to my ear before inhaling my scent. “We’re going to talk before we get our hands dirty, and I’m going to give you something for your head.”
Skylar steps away to rummage through a bag, and I sneer at him as he returns with water and pain medicine.
“Why am I here?” I ask obstinately.
“Because running from us isn’t an option, unless it’s with the option of some primal play that results in a good fucking,” Rhodes says. “We have a puppy and a home together, and a little property damage shouldn’t change that. Now, open your mouth for Daddy.”
I press my lips together tightly, which simply makes Skylar kiss them before he pinches my nostrils shut with his fingers. My back bows when my oxygen levels run low, but I keep my lips closed because I’m a stubborn son of a bitch.
Skylar keeps his lips pressed to mine, following me as my body bucks as if that’ll help get him away from me. Instead, he straddles my body, his cock pressed against mine as he pins me to the mattress. Finally, there’s nothing left for me to do but open my mouth like a needy whore, desperate for a breath.
Shoving the pills into my mouth, he releases my nose and chases it with the squeeze from a water bottle. A squirt or two helps me swallow the medicine down, and I mourn the weight of Skylar’s body as he gets up with a sigh.
Rejection isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.
“Sky and I replaced all your things, and we saved your sketch book and photos with your family,” Rhodes says, adjusting his erection in his sweatpants.
“You did?” I ask, remembering how I couldn’t see the photos on the wall when I walked around my ruined apartment.
“Of course,” Skylar rumbles. “I also want to know something about my rejected omega.”
Taking off his coat, he tosses it onto a table before pulling out a knife from his pocket. I don’t see much furniture in this room, which means they may have had to move things around in order to put the bed in the living room. I can’t tell how much time has passed since I was at Olsson’s house, but I do know I have to piss.
“Do you want to know how fast I’ll piss on you if you come near me with that thing?” I ask sweetly.
“There’s a bottle for that,” Rhodes says with a smirk. At my indignant glare, he adds, “Bad boys who run get special treatment. Ask Daddy.”
“He’s right. Bad boys get degraded and their cock held while they piss in a fucking bottle,” Skylar grunts.
I kick at him as he pulls my pants down, and Rhodes groans as he pulls out a length of rope from his back pocket and trudges over to me. Before I know it, my legs are pulled tightly down, and I’m being tied spread eagle to the footboard.
“I see that learning your lesson is hard,” Rhodes croons, his eyes on my cock. It’s rock hard from fighting with them and while I still have to piss, there’s also precum sliding down my shaft.
Maybe I am a little crazy too.
