Page 16 of Angel Boy (Pack It In #2)

Angel

A soft hum vibrates through my chest as I lean back in Xavier’s lap, feeling more content than I have in months despite everything we've been through.

He keeps pressing sweet kisses along my neck and shoulders before tending to the fresh bite mark on my shoulder.

Each swipe of his tongue sends another thrill through me, my cock at half-mast.

I lean further back into his hold, wearing nothing but his oversized shirt that smells like cedar and safety and home.

My heat fell away a few hours ago, leaving me exhausted but finally, blissfully clear-headed for the first time in days.

Neither one of us wanted to leave each other's side after everything that happened, and honestly, I'm too tired to do much else anyway.

There's another reason, though, I'm not moving from this spot—I want to see Ryker's face when he inevitably shows up. I want him to walk in and see me bonded to someone else, to realize that all his manipulation and control meant nothing in the end.

Xavier tugs me a little closer before placing his hands on my stomach beneath the shirt, his fingers splayed across my belly.

I’ve never been self-conscious about my size, although I’ve never really fit into my set numbers the way other employees did.

He squeezes my belly a little, and I squirm in his lap, grumbling something incoherent before settling again.

"What happens now?" My voice is a bit hoarse from screaming in the throes of passion for the last several hours, my cheeks flaming at the sudden flood of memories.

Xavier's chest rumbles against my back as he considers the question. "Well, I don't officially work for my brother anymore. I've already got something lined up, and I start in a few weeks, but I thought I might hang around my Omega a bit. Watch him perform, have fun."

My nose scrunches up at the mention of performing. "I'm not sure I'll be ready to go back for a long fucking while."

Xavier's hands are still on my stomach, his attention suddenly entirely on me. "Do you want to talk about it? I didn't want to push, but..."

The gentle offer breaks something open inside me.

I didn’t want to think about it then, and definitely not now, not when I’m safe with Xavier.

However, the tension in my Alpha tells me that I need to let him know that I’m okay.

Maybe I should be more messed up about it, but my heat provided me a cover, an almost drunken haze that kept me from the worst of it.

"Ryker and Carter exploited my heat. They used me in my most vulnerable state.

" My voice cracks slightly as the fragmented memories surface.

"Xavier, I told Ryker I wanted to go home, and he used his Alpha bark.

Even if I had wanted to leave that stage, I physically couldn't. Carter used his bark, too. "

Xavier's body tenses further behind me, but I just shuffle closer, pressing my lips to his throat until he calms.

"I don't remember everything that happened, and I know there are videos and whatever, but I.

.." I take a shaky breath, trying to find words for the violation I felt.

"All I remember is that I was scared and needy and uncomfortable.

I asked for help so many times, Xavier. I don't... I can't do that again.

I know not every performance would be like that, but the whole experience is tainted, I guess. "

I can feel Xavier getting angrier behind me, his muscles coiling with barely restrained rage. His scent shifts to something much sharper, putting me on alert to calm my Alpha. A purr of my own tumbles out as I twist around in his arms, alarmed at the anger in his expression.

"No, I'm okay," I say quickly. "I just... I don't want to be a product anymore."

Xavier's growl vibrates through his chest. "I'm going to kill both of them. No one forces you to do something you don't want to do. Do you know how fucking illegal that is? Using an Alpha bark to coerce an Omega during pre-heat? That's assault, Angel. That's—"

It’s obvious that he’s about to spiral, his protective instincts overwhelming his rational mind.

His hands tighten on my waist, his breathing becoming shallow as his nostrils flare in disgust at what they did to me.

It’s the one reaction I wished Ryker would have exhibited so many fucking times that this moment warms my heart.

Even if I know Xavier is seconds away from doing something he won’t be able to come back from.

I slip off Xavier's lap and move to straddle his thighs, bringing us face to face.

My hands come up to cup his cheeks, feeling the tension in his jaw as he grinds his teeth.

"Hey," I say softly, making sure he's looking at me. "Come back to me. I'm okay."

His hazel eyes are unusually wild and unfocused, still lost in the mental loop of everything he wants to do to the people who hurt me. I can practically see the violence playing out behind his eyes, the Alpha's need for retribution consuming his thoughts.

"No one touched me," I continue, my thumbs stroking along his cheekbones. "But I have you. My Alpha. You came when I needed you."

That seems to penetrate the haze slightly.

His eyes focus on mine, though I can still see the storm raging beneath the surface.

I lean forward to kiss him, softly sucking on his bottom lip to remind him that I’m here.

That I’m safe. And that no one can take me from him now that his bite is in my shoulder.

Needing to reconnect with my Alpha, his rage still moving through the bond, I reach down between us and undo his pants.

I shove his boxers beneath his cock and then slide down onto him, taking him deep inside me.

Xavier lets out a resounding purr, the vibrations moving through me as I swivel my hips over his lap.

"There's my alpha," I murmur against his mouth. "See? I'm okay. Just fuck me. Forget about everything else."

And he does. He starts to move, his hips thrusting up to meet mine as I ride him, my body taking him deeper. I can feel the tension building as the pleasure coils in my belly. My cock slides between us, leaking against Xavier’s stomach as his fingers dig into my hips, guiding us both.

His cock swells inside of him, Xavier shoving me down onto his knot seconds before it starts to fully form.

“God, I love you,” he whispers to me just as I coat his chest with my release.

I collapse against him as he fills me, the warmth of the sensation easing the bond.

His lips find my shoulder again, heightening pleasure until I’m a shivering mess of whines and pleas all over again, his rage forgotten.

“I hope you’re ready, babe. I’m going to keep you full for the next few days. We’ve lost too much time.”

I snort, pulling back to catch his gaze. “Promise?”

He nods as I guide him into another kiss, his hands moving to cup my ass, rocking me over his knot toward another release. I’m not even sure if I can come again, but being consumed with my Alpha is more important than anything else.

Sudden footsteps have me pulling back, Ryker’s confused voice ringing through the foyer.

"What the absolute fuck happened to my door? Xavier, are you goddamn kidding me? Fucking my omega in my house?"

Ryker steps into view, his face contorted with irritation. He looks like he always does, impeccably dressed and on top of his game. Except for today, he’s not my Alpha. He’s nothing more than what biology decided I needed, but fate let me choose who I wanted.

"He's not your Omega, Ryker," Xavier growls as he slowly helps me off his knot. It’s a little too soon, and I wince as it pulls against my ass before coming free.

Ryker's eyes narrow, and he takes a step into the room. "Don't you fucking play with me," he snarls. "I'm the one who owns this house, who owns Angel. He's mine."

I tilt my head, showing off my new bite, the mark that proves I belong to Xavier and Xavier alone. "You forced Angel to perform during his heat and then left him alone?" Xavier accuses, his voice filled with anger and disgust. "He was in pain, you fucker. You didn't even care."

I curl in against Xavier's chest, seeking comfort and protection. Xavier wraps his arms around me, holding me close, and I can feel the steady beat of his heart against my cheek.

"Angel told you he didn't even want you, and your ego just couldn't fucking handle it," Xavier continues, his voice a low growl. "You never cared about him, only about what he could do for your precious brand."

Ryker's expression darkens, and he takes a step closer, his eyes flashing with anger. "Get your hands off my Omega," he demands, his voice a low bark.

I slip off Xavier's lap, my legs still wobbly from the heat, Xavier leaning forward to steady me. I throw him a small smile before straightening up, realizing I’m in a similar state as I was yesterday.

Cum and slick coat the inside of my thighs, my cock still hard and barely contained by Xavier’s shirt.

But the difference is that I’m willingly facing Ryker, empowered by Xavier’s bite on my shoulder rather than in the beginning stages of my heat under Ryker’s bark.

"Ryker, I'm not yours," I tell him. "I was never yours. You never even wanted me! I'm just a trophy for you to spin, a pretty face to sell to the world. But I'm so much more than that, and it's time you realized it."

Ryker's eyes widen in surprise because I’ve never once spoken like that to him.

I’ve always tried to be the submissive Omega that Alphas want, but that only got me trampled on.

He stays silent for a moment before his expression hardens, and he takes a step closer, a snarl curling his lip upwards.

"You have a contract to fulfill, you little shit. Come here."