Page 120 of The Gift
We avenge our girl in the middle of this fake ass restaurant, where the water tastes like piss and the diners look like they love it. Leaving his pack bleeding and screaming in pain, forever scarred in the shoulder, I nod my head at Taylor.
“Shit, Taylor, you’re nearly down a whole pack now. Hope you can fight your own battles, because, make no mistake, I’m coming for you next. And I expect the first thing out of your mouth to be an apology for Bailey.”
Not one person gets up to help them, no one moves a muscle except the most important member of my pack. She struts through the carnage, her legs going on for miles in the patent black boots she’s wearing. Her attention like she promised is locked on us, and her hazel eyes keep dancing from me to Koda and Reno. Before she arrives, her scent does, and when Taylor takes a deep inhale, I lose my control, shooting him nice and close to his dick.
“She’s ours, Taylor. No law you try to dig out from a hundred years ago will change that. You come for her; I’ll toy with you for a fucking decade before I destroy you.”
Bailey
My hands shake as I reapply my lipstick in the restroom of Laurent while Henley pays the bill. And my tremors are not from fear. Everything they do is such a turn on.
I swear something is wrong with me. How can watching people get shot do this to me?
The police showed up within minutes of the shooting, but they left pretty quickly after, when both Pack Bailey and Pack Miller claimed the violence was pack related. Henley signed the required forms confirming we were happy to foot any damages to the restaurant, the diners, well, everyone is aware of the risk of living in a society where alphas can occasionally be dicks.
Koda’s watching my reflection in the mirror, quiet, not sullen. If anything, I’d say he’s running through the mechanics of the next few days. Which is a bit ironic, because Henley has been bitching incessantly about how scheduled Pack Miller was, but we’re doing something similar, back-to-back meetings. Although our appointments stop in 24 hours, not 24 centuries.
“Can we get a cheeseburger on the way to the lawyers?”
“You’ll be eating two, and a large fry with a cherry cola. You’re burning energy without replacing your intake.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Omega,” Koda hisses, a flash of his secret super alpha side in his brown eyes stopping me. “I will make you spread that red lipstick all over my cock if you keep that tone up.”
“Jesus, Koda, now you’re making me want to run back out there, climb on the tables all bratty like until you catch me and rid me of that tone.”
He laughs, low and deep, waiting until I’ve put my lipstick in my bag, before coming up behind me and dragging my short black dress up my hips so I look like I’m doing a lingerie ad. Kissing my throat, his thick fingers dip and disappear inside my body.
“Always so ready for me,” he murmurs, his eyes locked on the reflection of me riding his fingers. “Turned you on didn’t it, seeing how quickly we spill blood for you?”
“Koda, anyone can walk in,” I argue, as I spread my legs wider, putting my hand on the glass vanity.
Okay, let’s be real, there is no argument, there never will be any argument. Since I became their omega, they have awakened this raging side of me, like it is embarrassing how ready I am for any of them.
Reno can ask if I want a cup of tea, and I’ll be rubbing my thighs together. Ashton laughs, and I have to change my underwear. Henley could growl ‘come’ and I would. And Koda just has to look at me, one look, and I’m leaking like a dripping tap.
“Not counting Henley taking you on the table at the omega restaurant, but have you ever fucked somewhere that anyone could see or walk in, Bails?”
“No,” I moan softly.
“I want you to milk my knot on the subway, or while we’re at the cinema, or watching a live band. I’ll eat you out under the table at your favourite restaurant given half the chance. As soon as we know you’re safe, I’ll be a gentleman and let you get to pick which one we do first.” Koda’s lips are on the shell of my ear while he holds my hip. Pitching me forward by looming his body over mine. His fingers dip and curl faster.
And that’s the other thing that’s happened. Not only am I ready to get it on at any chance, but they can also make me come in seconds. Like, I used to need a lot of foreplay to get off, now I understand every person before them was simply not them. My body, my soul has been holding back on me, saving me for Pack Bailey. Not now though.
Koda stills his thick fingers inside my body, before he starts twiddling the very tops of them, better than any vibrator I’ve ever owned. “Your body is mine, that’s why you get off so quickly.”
“Oh my god, did I say that all out loud?” I groan embarrassed, before it turns into a groan of pleasure.
He laughs before speeding his fingers up, his thumb flicking over my clit and, yeah, a few strokes later, I come on his hand. Quietly for a change. Which is difficult, but you know being in public and all has me swallowing the noises.
“Nothing better than watching you fall apart for me, Bails,” he murmurs, his fingers pumping in and out of my body until he drags them out slowly and puts them straight in his mouth. I stand there with my dress over my hips and watch him lick and suck them dry.
“Koda, you shit, I came again watching you lick your fingers.”
He shrugs before kissing the back of my neck and tugging my dress down. “Don’t get mouthy again. Especially at our lawyers’. We pay them by the hour, but I guess, I’m happy to foot the bill while we take a break and I give you something to stop you sassing if need be. Or maybe I won’t, instead. What did you say before? I just have to look at you and you come? Might stare at you, not say a word while you’re trying to focus on signing all the documents making you ours legally.”
“You wouldn’t!” I mock growl, laughing, because he’d do exactly that.
