by Jayce Carter
The best defense…
“I’m fine,” she said with a haughty attitude. “Nothing to worry yourself about.”
Kieran’s eyebrow cocked up, but he said nothing.
Tiffany turned and slipped past Kane, trying for nonchalance, for that general attitude of ‘I don’t give a fuck,’ that other people managed so well. “Look, there’s been no movement on my apartment or the other houses, and we haven’t figured out why anyone would be after me. I think maybe we made a big mistake.”
“Excuse me?” Marshall asked, still seated at the table.
She pulled together her courage and turned to face all three of them. “We came up here because we thought I was in danger. I’m not. So, why don’t we head back into town? You guys have lives to get back to, and you don’t need me getting in the way of them. Besides, I have a life, too.”
“You’re too smart to say something that fucking stupid,” Kane said. “You know damned well we ain’t taking you back until we’re sure you ain’t in danger anymore.”
The nobility bit at her. He hadn’t said he wanted her to stay. No, they couldn’t get rid of her until they were sure she was safe.
She set her hands on her hips and tried to press her chest out like they did, tried to look as big and imposing and impossible as they all managed. “Fine, then I’ll disappear. Sure, starting over sounded nice, but I’ve been on the run for a year. I can do it again.”
“You’re not running again, and don’t you try to tell me that’s what you want.”
“What I want is to not be trapped in this cabin anymore.” Tiffany let her voice rise, covering her panic at being thrown away by the frustration at being trapped. It was easier to let them think she hated being there than it was to let them see the real problem. “I want my life back, and I’m sure you all will be thrilled to get yours back.”
Kieran took a step closer, his body seeming even larger. “That’s not happening.”
Tiffany moved backward, but without her realizing it, Kane had shifted so he stood behind her. She backed right into him.
Still, she drew her hands into fists and tried to sound calm and collected. “We all know this was a bad idea. You guys aren’t interested, and I’m clearly not what you want, so let’s call it. There’s no reason to keep pushing when it isn’t working.”
Another step and Kieran stood only a heartbeat away. He tilted his head down to look into her eyes. “What is this? Are you trying to push us away?”
Tiffany dropped her head back so she could stare up at him, into his dark eyes. It made her lean more against Kane. “You don’t want me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Let’s forget it all.”
Kieran brought his hand up and brushed his pointer finger along the neckline of her top. A line of goosebumps lifted in the wake of the teasing touch. His hair, dark with the bits that had turned silver, was pushed back. His eyes, as solid as ever, trapped her. “I don’t think I’m inclined to forget anything about you.”
The touch intoxicated her. It slipped beneath the fear and ignited something else inside her, something that made her pussy clench and chased away the worry. The scent of alphas overpowered everything else and made her needy, made her want all the things she’d told herself she couldn’t have.
“Don’t do this.” Even as she spoke, Tiffany pulled her shoulder blades together and pressed her chest forward. “I’m tired of fighting, of wanting things none of you want to give me. I’m not going to pick. I can’t play this game anymore.”
Kane’s deep voice rumbled against her ear. “This ain’t playing, doll, and in case you missed it, we ain’t asking you to choose. In fact, there’s only one question you get to answer right now.”
Tiffany gulped at the way his voice crawled down her body. “What’s the question?”
Marshall grasped her chin to turn her face toward him, his large body closing her in, surrounding her so she was trapped between the three alphas. His eyes, dark and serious and familiar peered at her from his honest face. “Are you ready to take the three of us, omega?”
As if the rush of wetness between her thighs wasn’t enough of an answer so she nodded.
Yes, I need this.
Kane groaned at the scent that wafted off the omega. She trembled between them, and never had she seemed so small before. All that attitude and mischievous nature damned near purred at the proximity of the three of them.
He snuck his tongue out to trace the shell of her ear, her natural scent filling his nostrils, not overshadowed by the lemon and lavender from the shampoo. She must have not used them, and he was fucking glad. He’d take her scent and the arousal that poured out of her over that fake shit any day.
Marshall dragged his thumb across her pouty bottom lip. “You know, I don’t believe we’re quite over you telling us off like you did.”
Tiffany parted her lips to answer, but Marshall took the opportunity to slide his thumb into her waiting mouth.
“I think anything you have to say will only get you into more trouble. Your best bet would be to remain silent while we work out our annoyances with you.”
Ah, there went that scent again, thick and heady and enough to make him drool. He wished he was buried between her thighs.
Kane leaned down and offered a gentle kiss to her throat before nipping the area over her racing pulse, scraping his teeth across her soft skin. He pulled away long enough for Kieran to remove her shirt and reveal the tantalizing lines of her stunning body.
The curve of her lower back and the sharp points of her shoulder blades stood out on her pale skin. The end of her braid followed her spine, and each muscle sat rigid beneath the surface.
Nervous?
Good. She should be.
Kieran dropped to a crouch as he pulled her jeans down her curvy legs.
Kane chuckled. “Nothing underneath, huh? You might want to snarl and pull away, but if that ain’t a sign of what you’re wanting, I don’t know what is.”
Kieran slipped his fingers between her thighs, and the way her hips rocked forward said she enjoyed the attention. “She’s drenched.”
All the reasons Kane had to be against this vanished. They disintegrated into nothing between the lust-drunk look in Tiffany’s eyes as her full lips wrapped around Marshall’s thumb and the way her hips shifted forward against Kieran’s seeking fingers.
Kane pinned her with his grasp on her arms, watching her chest rise and fall with uneven and needy breaths, and between them all, they’d stripped her bare.
Not of her clothing—well, of that, too—but of her defenses. The way she’d argued with them and tried to pull away had been her trying to build walls around her. They’d hurt her badly enough, she’d needed to lick her wounds. She’d wanted safety, and it shamed him that they hadn’t been the safe place she’d sought.
Why did I fight this so hard? Kane groaned when Marshall drew his thumb back, then pressed it deeper into Tiffany’s mouth. The motion was so filthy, as if he fucked her with his thumb, her saliva clinging to his skin. Kane’s cock hardened at the sight, at the memory of how good Tiffany’s soft and giving mouth felt wrapped tight around his dick.
Her eyes drifted closed as she let Marshall slide his thumb past her lips, the tension sliding from her body. She leaned back against Kane’s grip as if she trusted him to make sure she didn’t fall.
And he’d make sure of it. Fuck, he’d do anything to keep her there, to keep her safe. Kane had spent his life looking out for himself, since no one else had ever bothered to worry about him, but for the first time in a long time, he cared about someone else more.
The memory of the scars threatened to come back, but he shoved it away. Fuck before. Fuck his whole past. None of it deserved a moment of thought, and certainly not there.
Tiffany arched her back, pressing harder against him, a cry on her lips.
“How many fingers is that?” Kane asked as he slid his hands from her arms to her breasts, toying with the hard nubs between his rough fingers.
“Two.” Kieran’s biceps flexed, and even without being able to see, Kane could picture those fingers fucking into her.
“Only two?” Kane tsk’d, tone soft but mocking. “I know you can take more than that, doll.”
“She took my knot, so she can stretch.” Kieran’s arm moved faster, and Tiffany’s breathing matched the frantic pace.
The fact that Kieran had fucked her and he’d knotted her should have drawn up some jealousy.
Those feeling didn’t show. Well, he had some envy. He wanted to fuck her, too. He wanted to feel the way her pussy would grip him, wanted to lock deep inside her and hear her whimper as he wrung every last orgasm she could handle out of her and a few extra for good measure. It wasn’t anger, though, wasn’t jealousy exactly.
Instead of dissecting that shit, because Kane hadn’t ever been an introspective sort of man, he tightened his fingers around her nipples in a harsh pinch. “You know, these tits would look fucking pretty with some clips on them. You ever try that?”
She shook her head even as she arched into his touch, trying to lessen the pressure.
He hadn’t asked the question because he thought she ever had. Girl was too innocent for that shit. He’d asked because he wanted her thinking about it, wanted her realizing how far he needed to push her, all the things he wanted to do to her curvy little body.
It had him groaning to think of her at their mercy, spread out and all theirs.
Theirs. Hell, he didn’t even think of her as his alone anymore.
Instead of thinking about it, he released her nipples, then rubbed across them, knowing how sensitive they’d be as the blood rushed back into them. Sure enough, she gasped and pushed against him, trying to get away from the stimulation.
Deny it all she wanted, the girl got off on it. It was in the sounds she made, in the shiver of her body, but most of all?
That she came—hard. She unlatched from Marshall’s finger, mouth open on a silent cry. She shoved her hips forward as if Kieran’s fingers weren’t nearly enough, not deep enough, not thick enough, and her body went rigid.
Kane kissed her shoulder while she shuddered, as Kieran’s fingers pushed more waves to rush through her sweet little body.
Her scent clouded his head, made him desperate. His cock ached, his balls heavy, even his knot throbbing from the need to lock into her and fill her.
Kieran pulled his fingers from her, slipping them into his mouth, rapture across his features. He nodded toward her room. “There’s not nearly enough room for what we’re going to do to you, omega.”
And the shudder that ran through her? The way she whined in something between fear and excitement? That girl was going to get fucked, and she’d love every second of it.
Chapter Nineteen
The move to Tiffany’s bedroom went in a flash. Kieran had pulled his fingers from her, and while the taste still lingered on his tongue, he missed her heat and wetness.
Still, Marshall had taken her lips in a rough kiss, so Kieran used the short distance to remove his own shirt. A trail of clothing remained as they moved through the living room, down the hallway and into Tiffany’s room.
By the time Marshall lowered her onto the bed, both Kane and Kieran had stripped down. It gave Kieran a moment of pause as he noted the tattoos and scars across Kane. He didn’t know how he’d gotten them, but Kieran recalled the first time he’d seen them. After a job they’d been forced to work together on, Kane had ended up with a knife wound across his chest. He’d pulled his shirt off, showing the tattoos and the scars that the color was intended to hide.
What had happened? Given his age, it had to have happened when he was somewhat young. Hardly an adult, if one at all.
Marshall pulled Kieran’s attention back when he moved off of Tiffany, breaking the kiss despite the omega’s complaints. He shifted away from the bed as he worked off his own clothing.
Kane took Marshall’s place and crawled onto the bed to grasped Tiffany’s hips in his large hands. A pull, and he’d rolled the omega over so she straddled him, her cunt poised above his hard cock.
Kieran huffed a soft laugh at the younger alpha’s impatience. Then again, Kieran had been the only one to knot her. He couldn’t blame Kane for wanting to feel her snug pussy milking his knot.
Tiffany reached between them, her hands small as she grasped Kane’s dick. She rose to her knees as she positioned the blunt head of his cock against her swollen and soaked entrance. She took his length in an easy slide, no hesitation, no worry. Her body swallowed Kane’s cock until they pressed together, and the same lust-filled moan left both of them.
From his angle, Kieran grinned. Tiffany leaned forward, lips straining for Kane’s, begging for a kiss, but that wasn’t what Kieran enjoyed seeing. Instead, he got a perfect view of how stretched Tiffany’s pussy lips were around Kane’s cock and a good look at her ass. He pictured how tight she would be around him, how he’d feel Kane’s dick thrusting into her, how they’d take up every inch of space when he fucked her ass.
They’d own her entirely. Hell, Marshall could press himself past her lips, and they’d fill her in every way possible.
Unable to resist the sight, Kieran moved forward. He positioned his knees on the outside and behind hers, close enough he could feel the heat of her body.
He reached between them, taking the chance to slide his fingers against where Kane was buried deep inside her, feeling the way her cunt pulled tight around his width. Kieran even played there for a moment, teasing, knowing she’d have to stretch even farther when Kane’s knot grew.
A whine left her lips, and Kieran had mercy, moving his fingers from her pussy. He’d gathered her wetness and trailed his fingers away from her cunt until he found her asshole. She went still, and the sound that left her throat was something between a warning and a plea.
Kieran pulled backward and landed a hard slap to her ass. The way it turned pink so quickly was a thing of beauty. “Don’t give me that, girl. You’ll enjoy it.”
Kane chuckled, breathing rough as Tiffany rode him. “She likes to complain, but the last time I shoved my finger into her ass, trust me, she liked it.” Kane’s words broke off for a moment, then a deep growl. “Fucking hell, doll, the way you tighten like that around my dick? You remembering how good it felt?”
Marshall appeared beside Kieran, a small bottle of lube in his hand. Well, wasn’t the doctor always prepared? Kieran took it, then Marshall settled on the bed beside Tiffany and Kane. Marshall wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking himself in slow and teasing motions. It seemed he planned to last a while.
Kieran flipped open the top of the lube with a finger, then drizzled some onto her. Her ass clenched and she pulled forward, but she could go nowhere, not with Kane’s cock so deep inside her, not with Kieran’s heavy body behind her.
Kieran set a hand on her ass, using it to spread her cheeks. He’d bet the sensation of being so displayed was uncomfortable, of having something so private being examined. The way she squirmed said he was right, but each twist of her hips, each time her body tensed and she clenched down, he wanted to do it longer.
Each thing she did challenged him. He wanted to push her until she surrendered, until she gave him everything. Maybe that was why he loved anal, because it was something women only surrendered to someone they trusted. It was something beyond the boundaries of what they thought they wanted, and nothing was more of a turn-on than to be buried inside a woman’s ass, like having some secret part of her.
The thought of having that with Tiffany had his cock leaking, likely onto Kane’s legs. Too bad for him. Sex is hardly a clean business.
Kieran pressed the pad of his thumb directly against her hole. He didn’t tease or coax her into it. He wouldn’t go fast, wouldn’t hurt her, but he wanted her to give in. He added pressure, the slickness of the lube warm between his thumb of her body.
She resisted him, trying to keep him out. Foolish girl.
Kane took that moment to snap
his hips up, slamming deep. It made her clench tight, but as soon as she loosened, Kieran pushed his thick thumb into her.
Kieran’s thumb felt huge inside Tiffany, and somehow all her attention remained on that one spot. He didn’t wait, didn’t let her get used to the strange feeling before he pulled it back and forced it deeper. It caused sparks through her, so intense she wasn’t sure if they were good or not.
She rocked her hips, but she could go nowhere. Each movement only made her more aware of how full she was. Kane’s long cock filled her pussy, stroking her walls with each shallow thrust, while Kieran’s thumb fucked her ass in tortuously slow movements. That was who he was, though. He was methodical and steady and unmovable. He showed it as they took her, neither touching her clit.
It meant the sensations tightened inside her, her awareness enough to make her fingers curl against Kane’s chest, her body primed but not satisfied. All she needed was a stroke against her clit and she’d—
A slap to her ass made her tighten, made both Kieran’s thumb and Kane’s dick feel impossibly larger inside her. Kieran’s growling voice told her who’d done it. “You’ve been trouble, omega. I don’t think you’ll get to play with yourself. You’ll have to deal with our playing.”
What? I wasn’t going to— She realized her hand was halfway down between their bodies as if it had a mind of its own.
Tiffany pulled in an unsteady breath, then returned the hand to Kane’s chest.
Kane laughed, low and amused before he stretched, grasping her ass cheeks in each hand. It spread her even wider, and she flushed as she imagined the way she must look, displayed to Kieran, not an inch of her private or secret.
“Well, who knew you could be helpful?” Kieran’s jab lacked they edge from before. Had they worked out their issues?
The question floated away when Kieran withdrew his thumb and something thicker pressed against her ass. She struggled at the pressure, as if struggling had done anything before.
