Page 12 of Coyote Underground (Monsters of New York #9)

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A na Sofia

As I let the tiny sound vibrate in back of my throat, Isaac starts to thrust into my mouth again. I want them to use me, to fuck me hard and make me theirs. Diego and Lorenzo start at a frustratingly slow pace, neither in a hurry to get me where I need to be.

I try to angle my hips toward them more, but they pin me between them. I’m at their mercy, and they know it. If I’m honest, it feels so good I don’t even care how torturous it is. I begin the slow climb to my release as they find a rhythm that suits them both.

Isaac leans down and pinches my nipple as he thrusts his dick further into my throat.

I suck harder, determined to make him come first. A few strokes later, he groans as his hot seed spills down my throat and I fight to swallow it all.

“Oh, kitten, you did such a good job sucking my cock,” he whispers in my ear.

With Isaac satisfied, my Alphas pick up their pace.

They thrust into me harder and faster. Thrusting in, pulling out, thrusting in, pulling out.

Over and over. One of them reaches between our bodies and strums my clit with a finger.

Two short strokes later, and the three of us are falling over the edge into bliss.

Diego’s knot swells up first, locking the three of us in place.

That triggers Lorenzo’s knot to swell too.

The sensation of both knots locked tightly in me sets off another orgasm for me.

I cry out with my release, feeling the Alphas’ seed shooting inside me.

We’re locked together, but they refuse to let me relax.

My nipples are pinched and pulled while my clit is stroked.

Just when I think I can’t handle any more, I come again, harder than I ever have.

I scream at the pleasure of it, feeling my slick drench us.

Their cocks twitch, letting me know I’ve set them off again.

I’m being pumped so full of cum that it will surely spill out of me when we finally part.

I love the thought of it sliding out of me, dripping down my legs.

Before I realize what’s happening, I’m being shifted again.

Someone flicks my clit and another orgasm takes me as all three men bite down, marking me with their claim.

I will have two bite marks on my neck and one on my shoulder, letting the world know I belong to these men.

I want to resist, to insist I can take care of myself.

But I know better. I need them, and not just for my heat.

I want nothing more than to be a pampered Omega with a house full of kids to care for.

I have no doubt that’s what these three want as well.

After each of them lick their mark to soothe the burn, they ease away from me. The Alphas’ knots go down, and Isaac brings a cloth to clean me up. I’m sated for the moment, needing to rest.

“I know you’re tired, kitten, but you have to eat something,” he insists.

A moment later, a cracker topped with cheese is brought to my lips.

I eat it, then Lorenzo offers me a few grapes.

They’re sweet and tart. Diego holds a bottle of water up to my mouth, and I drink deeply.

I know I should eat more, but I’m exhausted.

Isaac pulls me into his arms and I drift off to sleep.

****

D iego

After we claim Ana Sofia, she falls asleep quickly. I know this won’t last, and when she wakes, she’ll be ravenous again for our knots. We just claimed our Omega! That thought keeps repeating in my head.

Other things race through my mind, too, and I wonder how upset she’ll be when her heat is over and she remembers what happened today.

Grabbing my phone, I send a quick text to one of the less reputable crews we use sometimes.

Gus Scott and the SRA don’t know everything we’re involved in, and I like it that way.

Diego: I need you to pick up a body for me. I’ll send the description and location. It needs to be preserved and cleaned up the best you can. We’ll be having a funeral in a few days.

I don’t have to wait long for the response.

Gus: Will do. I’m guessing this one is off the books?

I almost laugh at that response. Of course, otherwise I would have asked someone else.

Gus: No problem. We’re on it.

With the arrangements made, I turn my attention to getting some rest while I can.

****

L orenzo

The four of us slip into an easy slumber. I know it won’t be much sleep, but we need some. When Ana Sofia starts to whimper in her sleep, I realize it has to be one of two things. Either the fever is hitting her again, or she’s remembering what happened to her sister. Neither one is ideal.

I pull her into my arms and away from Isaac. He’s turned over anyway and she was lying against his back. The moment she’s in my arms, she starts to relax. It’s an amazing feeling, knowing this Omega trusts me enough to let me take care of her.

Since she’s calming down, I let myself doze again. With her pressed against me, sleep comes easy.

****

A na Sofia

In my dreams, I see an ocean of red flowing toward me. I don’t know what it means, but it scares me. I cry out, hoping someone will save me from it. I feel cold, as if the warmth I was curled up in has left me somehow.

Just when I think I’m going to drown in the red liquid chasing me, I’m dragged from the dream and pressed against a warm, welcoming body.

The next three days are much the same, with my guys pulling me from my nightmares and giving me what I need to survive this heat. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve taken their knots, of how much pleasure they’ve given me.

I wake, four days after my heat hit, clearheaded for the first time in days. I bolt upright, looking around the nest in disbelief. The entire room smells like a pina colada and sex. I remember bits and pieces of what happened the last few days, and I’m slightly embarrassed.

Then it hits me. Val is dead. I saw her body just before a man grabbed me and ran off. These guys saved me. Lorenzo got stabbed trying to get me away from the guy who held me. Did I faint or did he choke me until I passed out? I can’t be sure. But my sister is gone, and I’m alone.

Sobs take over, tears stream down my face. I wasn’t strong enough to save her. I couldn’t protect her, and now everyone I love is gone. What am I going to do now? I guess there’s nothing holding me in NYC now. I could travel and start over somewhere else if I wanted.

Strong arms wrap around me, and I try to push the Alpha away. He doesn’t let me, pulling me close and pressing me against his chest. “Shh, princess, I’ve got you. I know it’s hard to process. We’re here for you, just let it all out.”

Diego holds me while I cry. I stop trying to hold back or push him away. I melt against him, letting the tears have me. I sob until I have no more tears left, until I feel numb. I don’t know what to do now, but something about being here feels wrong. At the same time, I have nowhere else to go.

Since the men who took my sister and murdered her, know where I live and have seen me at the dock where they ship people out, I can’t go home. I can’t afford to be alone, unless I want to risk being taken myself.

With Diego’s arms still tight around me, I sniffle. Another hand reaches over, and a tissue is held in front of my face. I take it, leaning back as far as I can to blow my nose. I’m embarrassed and self-conscious, but these guys will not let go of me. “I need a shower,” I whisper with a hiccup.

“We can get that ready for you. Do you want one or all of us to go with you?” Diego asks. I can hear the hope in his voice. As much as I want to be alone, I can’t make myself push him away right now. I need an Alpha to take care of me.

“Will you stay with me, Diego?” I ask, finally bringing my eyes to meet his.

“Of course,” he answers before turning to Isaac. “Will you start the shower and get towels ready for us? And maybe you can find Ana Sofia something comfortable to wear for when we’re done?”

Something in his voice tells me he’s not expecting more sex, which is a relief and an annoyance. What if a good, hard fucking is what will make me feel better? It won’t, and I know it, but how can he possibly know that?

I push those thoughts out of my head, along with my sister and what I’ll need to do there.

I can’t just leave her in that shipping container.

I’ll have to find a way to recover her body.

But I can’t focus on that right now. I have to calm myself down and figure out how to keep myself alive.

I’ve never lived alone before, and I don’t want to now.

I let Diego carry me into the bathroom, because I don’t think I can walk right now. He walks straight into the shower, setting me on my feet under the hot spray. Before I can even process how hot the water is, he adjusts it and eases my head back to wet my hair.

Then he grabs the shampoo, and the scent of the nest fills the air.

I’m not sure how they found a shampoo that smells like us, but it comforts me to have the rum, citrus, coconut, and pineapple surround me.

I close my eyes as he lathers my hair. His hands are gentle and firm, easing their way through the tangles the past few days have given me.

After he rinses the bubbles from my hair, he grabs another bottle, squirting conditioner into his hands. He works it through from the middle of my hair to the ends, and I wonder who taught him that. Jealousy creeps in when I consider that maybe he had someone else to take care of in this way.

My eyes meet his. “What’s wrong, princess?

” he asks. I scoff at him, unable to voice my question without it sounding jealous and hateful.

He’s taking care of me, I should be thankful, not pissed.

With a smirk of understanding, he leans close and whispers, “You’re trying to figure out how I know the right way to take care of you?

My sweet Omega, I asked the hairdresser when I bought the products.

She was kind enough to show me so my Omega would feel cherished. ”

I feel my cheeks heat, and I know my face is red. Why did I automatically assume Diego had been with someone else? His response is sweet and completely floors me. “You did that for me?” I ask, disbelief clear in my words and tone.

“Of course, love. How else would I have gotten the exact scent of our pheromones mixed together?” he answers. “It took her a while to get the mix perfectly balanced. I wasn’t about to bring it to you and not do this correctly.”