Good Girl by Sam Hall

Chapter 17

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Marcus snarled.

The command was so direct, so absolute, I didn’t know how Rhys moved, but he did. His eyes were soft, so soft, I could meet his gaze head-on, because they contained exactly what I needed. My seatbelt was off, and I was crawling towards him.

“This is all a trap and she’s the honey. You’ve had one little taste, and everything’s gone out the window since,” Marcus snapped from the front seat.

“It’s supposed to,” Rhys replied, palming my cheek, my eyes falling closed as a result. “You’ve never understood it, never wanted to after Jean bailed on us, but this is how it works, Marcus. I’ve fucked omegas, I’ve fucked you. It’s so bloody different, and yet they complement each other. You can take anything I dish out without a second thought and come back for more.”

“Fuck…” Brendan groaned.

“You can pin me down, hold me still, force me to submit until I’m screaming with the pleasure of it, but sometimes, I want something soft and sweet too. Sometimes, I want someone who needs something from me that only I can give them.”

A thumb brushed against my lips, parting them, my tongue flicking out to lick the salt from it.

“You think I don’t need you?” Marcus asked.

“You do, but it’s a choice, always, with all of us. That’s the beauty of us. Every day, we wake up and choose each other. But an omega? He or she knows an alpha can give them the thing they need deep down, and in return? They give themselves, wholly and solely, even if it’s just for a short time. We’ll have to be careful. Whatever plan you’ve got, Orion, it’s time to get it on the table.”

“Yes, Orion, there’s no audience to run home to daddy, so spill,” Marcus snarked.

“Not yet,” Rhys insisted, his hand shifting now, collaring my throat, the pearls pressing into my skin. “That’s what I was telling you. With omegas, there’s no choice. They need and we provide, and right now, I’m providing for her. I don’t give a fuck how we got here or how we get out of it, but we created this need in her and now I’m going to see to that.”

I wasn’t, couldn’t listen to much they were saying, my legs shifting furtively on the car seat. But those words, they pierced through the haze and buried themselves deep.

“Yes, alpha,” I whined. “Please.”

“Unzip my pants and pull my dick out, Marcus,” Brendan snapped as Rhys’ big broad hand swept over my skin, into my hair, tugging at the pins that held it up, then letting it fall.

“Fuck off, you’re driving.”

“I follow your fucking lead and back your plays every damn time, but you are mine, alpha, and you will do this for me. I need…I need you,” Brendan ground out. “Do it or so help me—”

“If you threaten to turn the car around, I’m gonna get awfully conflicted,” Marcus replied, but the sound of a zipper parting and a rough grunt followed that. I jerked, as if I could feel his hand around Brendan’s cock. “Don’t crash the car. You get us home in one piece, I’ll suck you dry the minute we’re in the carpark.”

“Come here, omega.”

My eyes flicked open to see that Rhys had taken off his seatbelt and was beckoning me forward, tucking me in under his chin when I did so, leaving my legs trailing back along the seat. Orion emerged over the top of the seat from where he was sitting in the third row, watching our every move like a tiger does its prey.

“You’re not touching her, not until this shit is resolved,” Rhys said on a growl.

“Fine,” Orion snapped. “But keep it down. I need to make that call.”

But we didn’t, did we? Brendan’s groans were a siren song of pleasure from the front seat, his whispered praises and imprecations spurring on my own. I kicked off my heels, went to tear off that damn collar, but Rhys stopped me.

“You should keep it on, no matter what happens tonight.” His voice was very serious, even as I felt the tension twisting tighter inside him. “Even if you’re naked in front of all of us like I hope you will be, leave it on. It’ll make us stop, even for a second, make us think twice about sinking our fangs into your sweet little flesh.”

I couldn’t reply, couldn’t form words, feeling the need to share what was biting deep inside me, but all that came out was a strangled sound.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got what you need, and if it gets too much, you squeeze my arm, all right? Cyn, squeeze my arm so I know you understand.”

It felt like my nails dug holes in Rhys’ massive forearm, but his mouth brushed over my ear as he dragged the skirt of my dress up. The stupid dental floss of underwear I’d been given was soaked through, then pulled to one side.

“Yes…” I panted, finding my voice again. “Please, alpha, please.”

“Fuck, that sound!” Brendan’s voice was almost inhuman in its depth.

“So this is how it went down, before?” Marcus asked, and there was some wonder in his voice as he turned around, watched us together as his hand worked Brendan.

“It was the hottest fucking thing I’ve experienced,” Orion replied. “You’ll see. This time, you’ll see.”

But Marcus just ignored him, his strokes faltering until Brendan refocussed him, bucking up into his grip.

“She looks so swollen.”

“Blood is pooling in her cunt, making her soft, sweet, and so fucking turned on. I’m gonna make her come a few times before we get home,” Rhys promised.

“Now…” I growled, a little ineffectual thing.

“Spread your thighs. That’s it, sweetheart. Put your foot up on Brendan’s seat. That’s right. Poor omega, so needy.”

Fuck yeah, I was. A finger grazed my most intimate flesh, and I nearly jumped ten feet in response. I was ready, so ready, my cunt twitching wildly before he’d even really touched me. The arm around my waist held me still, so when I bucked and twisted, needing more, less, something I couldn’t articulate, I was held tight.

“This is gonna be hard and fast, and then I can string things out a bit. You need to come.”

“Yes…yes…”

“So come, little omega.”

It took embarrassingly little effort, just a few little nudges of the hood of my clit, before the world exploded. Fireworks lit behind my eyes, sending showers of red and orange across my eyelids as my body jerked. Pleasure licked me from head to toe, but not enough. My cunt was empty, I needed more, more, and I asked for it.

“That’s it,” Rhys crooned gently, then he shifted his fingers until they pierced me.

“Fuck!” I yelped, mixing my signals as my hands went to his wrist, making him stop what he was doing until I forced them deeper, bucking my hips to get more.

“I can fucking hear her slick,” Brendan said.

“Now you know what it was like for us,” Orion said, and when my eyes opened, his met mine, taking in every movement, every gasp. “Hearing you lick her little pussy, suck the slick from her, tasting her on your lips.”

I was winding tighter, getting closer to coming, when Rhys pulled his fingers free to the sound of my wail, but that stopped when he pushed them into Orion’s mouth. His eyelids fluttered for a moment, his grip on Rhys’ wrist brutal as he sucked the fingers clean.

“Gonna need that mouth later, alpha,” Rhys said.

“Yours, everything is yours.” But as he licked his lips, his eyes slowly opening again, he looked down at me. “But her first. She needs more.”

Rhys just chuckled, even as his fingers traced my aching centre before plunging back in.

“You don’t know. Jean never shared that with us, never gave himself over totally. They always need more, omegas, that’s their power. They can bring an alpha, four alphas, to their fucking knees with a need to please them. When we get her inside our territory, in our home, on our turf, we won’t be doing anything else. You’ll need to call her mother as soon as we get in, because we are going dark for days.”

“We can’t—” Marcus started to say, right as Brendan’s moans got desperate.

“We will. That’s the way it is, and the sooner you accept that, the better we’ll all do. Fight this, and you’ll put your precious fucking club at risk,” Rhys shot back.

But I didn’t care now, my hips rocking against his hand, his thumb pressing down firmly on my clit, making me gush all over his fingers, letting them sink deeper. But not deep enough, that had my brows scrunching tight. Somehow, I knew there was more, so much more that I needed.

My eyes flicked open, searching Rhys’ reassuring blue ones, a plea on my lips unspoken.

“Alpha…”

That’s all I managed to get out before he nodded slowly.

“Pulling in. Hold tight!” Brendan yelped as we slammed up a ramp, as Rhys shoved his fingers deep inside me. I came, but it felt unfinished, the pleasure sweet, so fucking sweet, but I just reached for more.

The car parked abruptly, Brendan’s door opening as he threw himself across the bonnet, landing on the other side, only to open Marcus’ door.

“Alpha—”

“I’ve got you, love,” Marcus replied before taking Brendan’s cock in hand and then licking it from root to tip.

“No foreplay. I need you,” Brendan snarled, and Marcus smiled right before his lover pushed his cock between his lips. He grabbed Brendan’s hips, holding him close, as if the other man would try to get away, but there was no risk of that. He fucked Marcus’ face in short brutal strokes, sobbing out his pleasure as Orion walked farther into the parking garage, his phone at his ear.

“Outside, omega, hands on the car, bent over, arse in the air,” Rhys said, dragging me from the backseat and dropping my feet onto the concrete.

Yesss… There was something to this position, something that had my body falling into familiar lines. My imagined alpha with his plastic cock from earlier came to me, but the real one was so much better. I let out little sounds of approval as one hand, then another, landed on my hips, forcing me to cant them backwards to make it easier for him to get to me.

There was no need. He shifted my body to his satisfaction, then leant down, covering my body with his, making me feel like a tiny little thing in comparison. I rocked against the hard lump in his jeans, knowing what I needed.

“I’m going to taste you now, omega. Burrow my tongue into your pretty little cunt, feel it clench down around me. I need it, the taste of what I’ve been scenting since you walked into this club. You gonna give that to me?”

I cried out yes, over and over, as he slid to his knees, as he pushed my thighs wide, as I felt the first prickle of his stubble on my skin. There was supposed to be something submissive about the position I was in, but I fairly rode his face, feeling everything he described and more. But it wasn’t enough, even though his tongue felt like soft, seeking heaven. My hands left the car, clawing at my dress, my nipples aching as Rhys’ lips closed over my clit, rolling it in his mouth in gentle pulls. Then a hand went to the nape of my neck, the sound of my zipper parting obscenely loud, the trail of one finger down my spine pulling my focus away. I turned, thinking it was Orion, but it was him.

Marcus stood behind me, his legs between Rhys’, his thumb going to the side of his mouth, wiping away the last of Brendan’s cum and pushing it into my mouth as he held my eyes. I buckled, Rhys’ hands holding me up, those decorous licks transmuting into a greedy feasting, my eyelids fluttering as I sucked every trace of Brendan from Marcus’ fingers. As a reward, my dress was pushed down and my breasts freed, my nipples pulling even tighter in the cold, which brought his hands. Big enough to swamp them, fingers hard enough to pinch them, making my body twist with pleasure and pain.

“You’re going to come, omega, all over my lover’s face. You’re going to drown him in you. He wants it so fucking much, that glorious, velvet oblivion that only you can give him. I can give him pain, pleasure, fuck him raw, but I can’t give him that.”

I was trying to read his expression right as my world was coming apart. Rhys pushed a finger inside me, hooking it up, then another and another, approximating the stretch of his knot.

“Do it with him,” I gasped.

“What?”

His grip on my breasts tightened, making it more pain than pleasure, but for some reason, that was just what I wanted. I plucked one hand off without effort, sliding it over my arse, and pushed it between my legs. I hummed when I felt that final stretch, something approximating satisfaction when I did so.

“Jesus…” Marcus hissed as I did exactly what he said and came apart.

My head jerked back, and I stared up at the ceiling, not seeing a thing but feeling them. Wave upon wave of the most perfect pleasure, it made my every nerve ending sing.

“Hold her up,” Marcus ordered as it began to trail away, making me mewl grumpily.

“What?” Rhys asked, finally pulling his face from me.

“I want to lick you clean, but hold her up first. I want my taste.”

“You sure about this? Marcus, we—”

“Of course, I’m fucking sure. You’re right—this is inevitable, has been since she stepped into my club. You think I don’t need it as much as you, but…” My eyes flicked open as I felt Rhys’ body slide against mine, my arms finding his neck and locking around it. I was drowsy with pleasure as he offered me to his mate like fruit on a platter. But I forced my eyes wide as Marcus fucking McCallum got to his knees before me.

“You sure about this, princess?” Rhys asked me. “No one’s going to make you do anything you don’t want to.”

I smiled down at Marcus, loosening my hold on Rhys to ruffle Marcus’ hair, liking the feel between my fingers.

“You want me,” I stated, something else, something not me, wanting to poke the bear.

“More than fucking anything. Let me taste you.”

That same devilish not me slid my fingers through my too sensitive folds, collecting my slick there only to rub it over his lips until they were glossy. I liked the way he licked it away quickly, his breath coming harder, the way his hand gripped my wrist, sucking the remains away.

“I will make you come so fucking hard if you just—”

I grabbed his head and guided it gently into my heat, holding him there as he buried his face in me. It was too soon, my skin feeling almost too thin, bruised by pleasure, but I couldn’t stop, and from his soul deep groan, neither could he. Brendan sidled over, looking quietly destroyed, but he tilted my head up and kissed me gently before bending his head to kiss my nipples.

It was over too quickly. I was too fucking responsive. No sooner had I felt the insistent nudge of Marcus’ nose, the slip of his tongue, than it all came rushing back. I bit my tongue until it bled, stifling my cries because Orion was walking back, looking solemn as he pushed his phone back into his pocket, a silent observer to our debauchery.

“Scream for me, omega,” Marcus said, pulling back for just a second, a slick covered finger pressing up against my arsehole. “I need to hear your pleasure.”

So I did, a loud, long ode to every single one of them.

He got to his feet once I’d stopped twitching, dragging me away from Rhys and Brendan and cradling me against his chest, the stiff cotton of his shirt feeling too crisp against my skin.

“We can’t knot her. Promise me that,” he said over the top of my head as I slumped against him.

“I can’t,” Rhys replied, “I won’t, and neither can you. You’re grasping at straws, trying to hold the rampage back, but we’re done. I know it.”

“Me too, mate,” Brendan said. “I was the first time she climbed into my fucking lap. I love every single one of you with everything I have, but if you love me back, you’ll give your blessing on this. I need her.”

“We need her,” Orion finished definitively. “With her consent, of course. Miranda has just spoken very frankly with me about her expectations of our treatment of her daughter, but if Cyn asks for it, I can’t hold that back. My father always was a cunning fuck. I could’ve held out against a million other omegas, but not her. But there’s still a way out of this.”

“Afterwards,” Marcus said. “Get her into our rooms, lock the residential side of things down tight, and alert security. We have emergency protocols, so they’re being put in place.” He took a long, shuddering breath. “We’re doing this together? Plunging headfirst into rampancy with a girl we hardly know and hope like fuck she doesn’t go running?”

“Together,” Orion replied. “Always together.”