“What are you gonna do….oh fuck.”
My whimpers make my alphas’ scents saturate the air until all I can smell is rosemary and pineapple. Skylar drags the flat of his knife up my shaft until it’s covered with my slick, and thenoffers it to Rhodes to lick. My eyes hood as Rhodes groans, his enjoyment at the taste of my slick unfettered and loud.
“You’re going to be a good boy and piss in the bottle, and then we’re going to show you how much we love you,” Rhodes growls. “Yes. Love. I know you can feel it through the bond, so there’s no use pretending you can’t. It’s fast, but that’s how these things happen.”
“People regularly kidnap their omegas because they love them?” I sass.
“Sky and I operate on another level from other people,” Rhodes admits. “Once, he and I had such a big fight, he kidnapped me for a week much like this, and fucked the reminder of why we’re perfect for each other into my soul.”
“I’m not sure you can fuck a soul,” I mutter.
“Hmm. You’ll see,” Skylar chuckles. “This is just a little pothole in our relationship.”
Rummaging through a bag, he pulls out a curved urinal bottle. The only reason I recognize it is because I went through a medical drama phase.
“Can’t I just use the restroom?” I groan.
“This is your bathroom,” Skylar says. “Though, pissing with an erection is going to suck for you.”
He opens the bottle and slides it over my cock before he bends it so it won’t get all over me.
“This is humiliating,” I say between clenched teeth. “Who’s watching your dog?”
The change of topic is mainly so I can concentrate on something else. Fuck, why did they rile me all up before making me take a piss?
“Evelyn is withourdog in the cabin next door. She thinks you’re having your heat and we’re taking care of you. She almost swooned when I checked to make sure they had everythingduring this snow storm,” Rhodes explains. “Our life is forever. A little flood can’t change that.”
“Stalking is simply a compliment. Take it for what it is,” Skylar adds.
“You’re…oh, fuck. Yes, finally.”
My sex noises are not because he’s playing with my dick. Unfortunately, it’s the mundane humiliation of pissing into a bottle. My bladder is ridiculously full and I sigh once I’m done. Skylar removes the bottle and leaves the room to get rid of the urine, while Rhodes uses a wet wipe to make sure I’m clean as I glare at him.
“Be careful, it would be a shame if your face got stuck like that,” he warns, tossing the wipe in the trash.
“Did Olsson call you and say here’s your omega, come kidnap him?” I ask.
“Does that sound like something he would do?” Rhodes snorts. “Sky was able to use his concern for you to get an address. He stuck you with the syringe just before Olsson’s grandmother showed up. Olsson couldn’t kick up a fuss without upsetting her.”
“She suggested I buy you flowers if I’ve upset you,” Skylar says, coming back into the room. Picking up a gorgeous vase of them, he moves the flowers closer to me. “I can be taught, but I’m more an acts of service kind of guy. Why don’t you ask me who’s in the rug? You’ve been glancing over at it.”
“Since you’re being so kind as to give me permission to discuss the elephant in the room, who is it?” I ask sarcastically.
Rhodes picks up a pair of scissors and drops to the floor so he’s beside the rug. Whoever is in there begins to move and groan, which seems to offend my alpha. Frowning, Rhodes strikes the rug with his elbow. It’s impossible to know where he hit this person since they’re all wrapped up, and my breaths are shorter as I watch Rhodes.
“Stop playing with the prisoner, Rhodes,” Skylar says, sounding bored.
“Aren’t I the prisoner?” I snort.
“Nope. You’re the gorgeous omega who's going to enjoy our whirlwind grovel,” Skylar says. “I need you to understand there is no line we won’t cross for you. The second we saw you in Los Angeles, it’s like our brains were rewired.”
Biting my lip to stay quiet, I watch as Rhodes begins to cut the duct tape holding the rug closed. I don’t want to tell them I felt a pull to them even when I had no idea who they were to me. I refuse to explain why I’ve been running from them, or how much it hurt when I thought they were playing me.
Rhodes glances up, and I realize I forgot about the bond again.
“You can be as stubborn as you want, but I know you love us,” he says. “I also know you feel betrayed. You were never some fucked up game, Little Viking. You’re simply ours, and to belong to us is all-consuming.”
Heat rushes over my body as tears burn at my water line, and Rhodes refuses to break eye contact with me until the first tear slips free.
