Good Girl by Sam Hall

Chapter 33

“It’s time to get in front of this. If Marcus is playing a game, I wanna know what it is,” Rhys said.

Right now, I was in a perfect state. I was lying on his bed, curled between the two alphas, my omega side positively purring. The nest, the constant stroke of their hands, the easy affection, it was all like manna from heaven for her. Well, the female equivalent of blue balls was a slight downer, and what the hell did they call that anyway? Cerulean clit? Cobalt clit? It didn’t matter. Now was not the time to get nakey, I told my lady parts rather firmly, and Rhys was right.

“Same,” I replied, stretching, conscious of them following every movement of my body, and then smiled. “Do we go to Marcus direct?”

They both laughed at that.

“No one goes to or finds Marcus unless he wants you to. That’s how I knew the whole ‘push Cyn away’ thing was bullshit,” Bren said. He leaned over, covering me with his body, something that drew a little groan from Rhys as his mate kissed me. “You would never have gotten within five feet of Orion or him if he didn’t want it. He was always one thousand percent in. He was just waiting for the rest of us to catch up.”

And how did I feel about that? Was he my stalker, lover, mate, nemesis, or all of the above? The thing that had me feeling cold was that mysterious dark figure in the room. Why could I never see his face? Bren seemed to sense my change in mood, pulling away with a little peck.

“So we go after Orion. He said he had a plan all along, so let’s find out what it is. I’m prepared to kick down boardroom doors or crash swanky parties if that’s what it takes,” he said, watching me squirm a little at that mental image. Butt kicking Brendan was hot.

And I wasn’t the only one affected.

“We’ll all go,” Rhys said. “And considering I look like I’ve gone ten rounds with a meat grinder, that should go some way to pressuring Orion to spill the beans. It’s bad enough that he fucks a bit of rough without it turning up at his social events. I’ve just…gotta deal with something first.”

He was hard, really hard, something we could both see under the towel. I tried not to look, but fuck, it was like a mythical beast, surfacing up and out from under the fabric, drawing the eye, and I just couldn’t stop looking.

And neither could Bren.

“Uh…I could.” Bren’s eyes flicked between the two of us. “I could give you a hand with that, mate.”

He made the offer in a carefully friendly tone, like he was gonna fill up his car or get him a beer or something, but we weren’t fooled. Rhys’ eyes darkened perceptibly, his body tensing, all those poor abused muscles on display, before his focus flicked to me.

“Cyn said—”

“Cyn said she wasn’t having sex,” I corrected, “not you. And I’m not. I think. Maybe.” More growls at that. “But you… This is the first time you’ve ever been apart, right?”

The heat dissipated for a second, and their eyes were a little more shadowed by pain.

“Yeah. Was never us that got into barneys, it was always Orion and Marcus that butted heads,” Brendan replied. “It’s fucking killed me. I’ve never had to go through this on my own before. I thought all the stuff in movies and shit was bullshit because we were always sweet, but this…” His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed as he looked at his mate. “I needed you so fucking much and… This was supposed to bring us together, not apart, and I didn’t even know what the fuck was going on!”

Rhys moved slowly, like you would approaching a wounded animal, and in some ways, I guessed he was. Bren had put everything aside for me, but it was still there. We were still overlooking it.

“Make it up to him,” I commanded.

“What?”

“Make it up to Bren. We’ve hurt him, I need to make my own amends for that, but Rhys, make it up to him. I don’t give a fuck what I said before. Make him feel better.”

I let out a long whoosh of breath, feeling like I’d crossed a line, but I couldn’t just let this shit go. I was a guitar string pulled tight as Rhys moved closer, enfolding the other man in his arms, a string struck by fingers when he got close. Bren’s arms went around his mate, holding him close, his hands digging deep into bruises until an involuntary yelp had him pulling away.

“Fuck… Well, this shit has to stop, Rhys. You wanted to go ten rounds, I woulda got in the ring with you and I wouldn’t have put you in hospital each time.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t go to you,” Rhys confessed, looking down at his lap.

“Well, you do going forward. Me and you, you told me that, promised me that.”

“I know, love.” Rhys pressed his forehead to Bren’s. “It’s just…” A slow sweet smile spread across his face. “Do you remember when we first marked each other?”

“Of course. I’ll never forget that day. I felt like my balls would explode when you sank your teeth into me, and then…and then my heart did. I knew then I had what I’d always wanted, what Mum and Dad had. That all this fucking feeling I kept trying to shove down inside me finally had a place to go. That we’d love each other forever.”

“We will. Always.” Rhys pressed his mouth to Brendan’s but pulled away too quickly. “I felt the same, have felt the same every day since. When I wake up beside you, when we sleep tangled up in the other and you hog the fucking bed.”

“Do not.”

“When I look into your eyes, whether it’s across the table at a meeting or over a busy floor in the club or just because you’re beside me, I see everything I feel reflected back at me and wonder how a cunt like me got that lucky.” Then Rhys’ focus switched to me, bringing Bren’s with it. “I felt the same damn way when I marked Cyn. My heart was so full, it was terrifying, and I couldn’t get over my luck. For less than twenty-four hours, I had everything I’d ever wanted and needed. Everything. And then I lost it.”

We both watched him closely, unable to look away.

“Of course I did. Of course this place fell apart, the pack, everything. What we had always felt like it was on borrowed time. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. This couldn’t be it. How could I have a life as good as this?” He shook his head, then hauled Brendan over, holding him pressed against his body. “I love you, Bren. I always have and always will. I’m sorry I fucked it up. I’m sorry I hurt you. I know I’ll do it again, but I’ll do my damnedest to make it up to you every time.”

For a moment, they just lay there, chest to chest, Brendan’s head resting against Rhys’ neck, his burly arm holding them together.

“Work out if you’re staying or going, Cyn, because I need my mate,” Bren said finally.

“I’m staying.”

I barely squeaked that out, perched on the end of the bed now as Brendan covered Rhys’ body with his. The towel was tugged away, the shorts Bren had only pulled on after the shower shucked off, and then there was just them.

“Fuck yes…” Rhys groaned as Bren took them both in hand, wedging their dicks together. “Fuck, Bren.”

They couldn’t keep their mouths off each other, snatching kisses as their bodies moved.

“Lube, we need lube,” Rhys gasped out, and like a good little omega, I was off the bed and in the bedside drawer, grabbing a tube and throwing it down beside them.

No, it was more than that. I was a part of them, this, in as far as I was willing to go. They’d have me between them, sliding into both holes, if I’d been open to that, and wasn’t that a squirm inducing thought? Even now, they stared at me as they rubbed against each other, a long groan forcing them apart. Brendan kneeled over him, his body a study in muscular perfection, his thighs flexed as he leaned back over them, his broad hand uncapping the lube and then pouring it into his palm.

The muscles in Rhys’ groin strained as his mate’s hand tightened around his dick, little groans escaping his lips as Bren massaged lube all over his cock.

“Oh fuck, Bren… Not gonna last. Been too long.”

“You need me, love?” There was something a little evil in Brendan’s voice, like he’d torment his lover just a bit before giving him what he needed.

“I’m aching. Keep doing that and I’m gonna—”

Rhys’ voice was choked off as Bren slid his other hand lower, brushing his lubed fingers against Rhys’ arse before pushing in.

“Don’t come,” Bren commanded, slamming his will down on the other man. “Don’t you fucking come, or I won’t do this again. You can suck my cock raw, but I won’t do this if you come before I tell you.”

“You punishing me?”

That should have been an accusation, but it came out a ragged moan.

“Reminding you who you belong to. You’re mine, this body is mine, all of it is mine, and you’ll treat it with the respect you give me.” There was a little edge to that. “Say ‘yes, alpha’ if you understand.”

“Yes, alpha. Please, alpha, Bren. I need you. It fucking aches.”

“Of course it does, you silly bastard. You used every tool in the box to hurt yourself with, including me.” Bren pulled his fingers out of Rhys, using that hand to prop him up as he settled down over his lover. When he gripped their cocks now, we could both feel the intent. Brendan moved in a slow, methodical thrust, his whole body shifting to stroke his cock against Rhys’. He stared down at his alpha, caught the agonised snarl of Rhys’ face as he held back, just pushing him closer and closer to where they needed to be. Rhys begged and pleaded, and Brendan acknowledged every one, tenderly promising bliss, until finally, it threatened to overcome the both of them.

“Come closer, Cyn,” Brendan said, not an order, but it could be, if I wanted it to be. He nodded when I moved. “Kiss him. Swallow his cries when he comes. I need to see the two of you together.”

Rhys had an arm out, hauling me in, his mouth messy and harsh as he plundered mine, out of his fucking mind with need now. But he focussed on me, until finally, it came.

“Jesus, fuck, Rhys, come with me, love!”

And one, two, three strokes later, their whole bodies shook as the waves pulsed through them, their stomachs covered with their thick jetting cum, and there they hung, welded together by pleasure. One they wanted to share as they both kissed me with panting open mouths.

“I don’t wanna go anywhere,” Bren finally said sleepily as we all collapsed back on the bed. “Fuck Marcus. Fuck Orion.”

“But that’s just it, love,” Rhys said, tracing circles on his shoulder blade. “We can say what we like, but we want them just as much as we want each other. We’re not letting this pack go without a fight.”

Both my and Brendan’s heads jerked up at that, some of Rhys’ steel back. He met our eyes with equanimity.

“It’s time to take it back.”