I growl, slamming my fists on the shitty mattress below me. “Fucking please, then. Let me come, too.”
Bones laughs low in his throat. “We can work on your manners when you get back. But you’ve been patient enough. Go on.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I don’t even bother removing my joggers, just lowering them enough to free my cock. I spit in my hand before I start to stroke my length furiously. I’m so pent up and the pleasure of those first few touches takes my breath away.
“Talk to me, baby,” Bones orders in a husky grunt.
I moan, trying to stay quiet, but hardly giving a shit. If God himself burst through the door right now, I’d tell him to wait his turn, and then probably shoot my load in his face for all the shit he’s put me through.
“I’m so fucking hard, Alpha. I’m throbbing in my hand, thinking about you shoving that big alpha cock deep inside me, filling my ass with so much cum that it’ll leak out from around your knot.”
My hips roll as I stroke fast and hard, my skin breaking out in goosebumps.
“And you’ll take my cock down that pretty throat, won’t you? You want us filling you up from both ends?” Cross snarls, sounding as much like an alpha as I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, yes!” I moan out the words, back arching slightly.
“I’m gonna…fuck, you have ten seconds to come,” Bones barks.
His alpha authority washes over me like liquid fire, and my body obeys as he begins to count down. Higher and higher, our panting moans syncing until–
“One. Come. Now.”
Stars burst behind my eyes as my cock twitches in my hand. I have just enough wherewithal to throw the blanket off me, my cum landing in hot bursts across my chest and stomach. I stroke myself through it, gasping for air but my body is too full of pleasure to allow anything else in.
“Good boy, good fucking boy,” Bones rasps, his moans of release blending with Cross’s in my ear, like the perfect remix of my favorite song.
There’s a long moment where we’re silent, and I purr softly, too blissed out for words. Bones’s answering purr makes my whole body go warm, and I smile to myself.
“You all good, Jokes?” Cross asks, the first to recover.
“Never better, Doc,” I say with a giggle.
They both laugh warmly, which only makes me smile wider.
After I clean up, I lie back down, trying to keep warm under the overly thin, suffocation-proof blanket, listening to Cross and Bones talk about the mission. But their words don’t matter; hearing them is enough to allow my mind to settle, and sleep finds me quickly.
Chapter eight
“Targetacquired,”Imurmurinto my earpiece, trying to keep a straight face.
Siren lets out a long, exasperated sigh that doesn’t help my attempts. In their defence, I have been speaking in spy-lingo for the last half hour. God forbid I want to get into character.
I keep my eyes on Dickhead Drake as he walks toward the meds station, getting ready to drug everyone up for the day. And, like the poor, victimized sheep they are, my fellow omegas line up for their morning doses. It turns my stomach to see them do this, but maybe it’s better that they aren’t aware of the horrors happeningaround them.
Keeping my head on a swivel, I join the queue, going through my plan in my head one last time. Get the badge, find a computer cart, get Siren access, and return the badge before anyone notices. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
“Taking these willingly today, Thaddeus?” Drake snipes at me, handing me the little paper cup with two plain white pills in it.
I have to stop myself from gagging at the sound of my given name, my smile tense. “You don’t like it when I play hard-to-get, Drakey-poo?” I reply in a mocking baby voice, sticking out my lower lip in an overexaggerated pout.
Drake rolls his eyes, looking away just long enough for me to tip the cup up, letting the pills fall deliberately short of my mouth, dropping into my waiting hand. I slip them into my pocket before Drake notices, and I take a big swallow of water before showing my open mouth.
“Good. Now be a good boy and find someone else to harass,” Drake says, reaching his hand out to pat my head.
My patience snaps, and I grab his wrist, shoving past the cart and twisting Drake’s limb behind his back.
“If anyone is going to be a good boy, it’ll be you. And I bet you’d look so fucking good on your knees for me,” I hiss in the nurse’s ear, applying more pressure and making Drake gasp in pain.
