Page 17 of The Comfort of Pain (The Black Market Omega #1)

Jeremy

“Take that cock,” Tristan growls as I begin to come. Thick ropes of white spurt everywhere, splattering all over my chest and stomach.

Tristan’s eyes go wide at the sight, and he fucks me harder. Grinding my back against the pantry shelves. Delirious with pleasure, I stare down my body, watching the alpha’s thick cock slide in and out of me. The last wave of my orgasm fades and the cum across my belly drips over the sides of my waist.

“Do you like the way I feel inside you?” Tristan’s fingers dig into my ass. He’s close. I can feel it. “Do you like being stretched so wide it hurts?”

“Yes.” My words are breathy moans. “Please, alpha. Give me that cum.” My dirty words light him up, and lust flashes in his eyes.

“Fuck, yes.” Tristan slams his hips forward. I’m bounced, impaled over and over again as he uses my body to get off. Slowly, his expression begins to tighten, mouth tense and cheeks flushed, but right before he explodes inside me, the pantry door is ripped open.

“Basil!” I squeak, but Tristan could care less. He keeps fucking me ragged. It’s kind of hot.

The green-eyed alpha looks between us, then down at my limp cock. “Really?” His tone is weirdly sharp. Not playful at all. It’s a little out of character. Basil normally loves to catch Killian or Tristan fucking me.

“Do you want a piece?” Tristan asks the stern alpha, his hips never faltering. And I hope Basil does. Even though I spent all night with the sexy alpha, I’d love for him to squeeze in here and take me again.

“No.” Basil cuts a quick look into the kitchen, then whispers harshly, “Beth is coming down any second now.”

I’m immediately snapped out of my post-orgasm haze. “Shit.” I look up at Tristan, but I can already tell he’s not going to let me go until he comes.

“Give me one second.” The burly alpha doubles down, ramming his big cock deep inside my ass. Jostled, I grab his broad shoulders, holding on for dear life. After two more pumps, Tristan’s whole body tenses, his cock twitches, and he lets out a vicious roar. It rips through the house, making me flinch.

Cum floods my insides, making me whimper, then pant. It’s so messy.

“Tristan,” Basil lets out a frustrated grunt. “There’s no way she didn’t hear that,” he scolds the alpha. “We’re supposed to be discreet,” he reminds both of us. “It would be nice to let Beth settle into life here before we traumatize her by fucking all over the house.” He walks off, leaving the pantry door wide open.

Tristan tips his head back, eyes closed and smile firmly in place. “Sorry.” He chuckles, pushing his hips against my body. He’s still coming. The alpha can unload an ungodly amount of cum.

“Do you need a towel?” Basil asks from somewhere inside the kitchen.

“Yes!” I can already feel cum and lube dripping out of me.

Finally, Tristan lets out a deep hum of relief, telling me he’s done. He places a lingering kiss on his mating bite and I hum, very happy.

But then Basil suddenly reappears in a flash, tossing a hand towel at me, before vanishing again. I catch it, a little put off by how weirdly aggressive he’s being. “He’s being weird,” I say to Tristan, and the burly alpha nods.

But then Basil says, “She’s here.” And panic rips through me.

Tristan instantly moves. He grabs the towel, wrapping it around the base of his cock and pulling out as quickly as he can without hurting me. I stifle a whimper as he slips free, and hot fluid pours from my stretched hole. My alpha works quickly to clean me up, wiping down my groin and legs, before helping me put my flannel pajama pants back on.

I plaster a smile on my face, then step out of the pantry first. “Good morning,” I say extra cheerfully as Beth steps around the corner.

The omega looks stunning this morning. She obviously slept well. Her eyes are bright and her cheeks are rosy. She’s wearing one of the cute pajama sets I ordered for her. Just like the nightgown, it's too big. The black silky pants hang off her hips, puddling around her feet, and the matching cotton top billows around her middle. I do love the way the long sleeves cover her hands though. It’s kind of cute.

“Good morning,” Beth says as she scents the air. For a second, I’m terrified she can smell Tristan dripping out of me, but then she says, “That smells amazing!” She looks at the stove. “Are you making something with cinnamon?”

Tristan and I both freeze.

This isn’t the angry, violent omega we met last night. This girl is friendly and bubbly.

It has to be a trick.

There’s no way one night with an alpha can correct an omega so quickly. Can it?

“It is cinnamon.” I glance at the timer over the oven. “I’m making a french toast bake. It’ll be ready in three minutes.”

“That sounds amazing,” Killian says as he and Basil sit in their usual spots at the kitchen table, but Tristan lingers on the other side of the kitchen island, watching us. I get the feeling he doesn't trust her either, but he’s smart, leaning casually against the counter.

I smile at my alphas, trying to concentrate on how happy I am to have all of us here together. Even though Beth has had a rough start, I still want her more than anything else in the world.

“What can I help with?” the sweet omega asks, scanning the messy kitchen. There are mixing bowls, egg shells, and a dusting of sugar everywhere. But I always clean after we eat.

“I was just about to cut up some fruit.” I take a paring knife out of a drawer, then use it to point to the table. “If you want to sit, I’ll have everything ready in two shakes.”

Smiling widely, Beth steps up to the kitchen island. “I can cut up the fruit.” She rolls up her sleeves, making it clear that she’s determined to help prepare this meal. I know that most traditional houses have omegas who cook and clean, but I’ve been doing it for so long, it feels weird to have someone else in my kitchen. But if it makes her feel good to help, then who am I to tell her no?

“Let me find you a better knife.” I reach for the drawer right in front of the omega, making her back up slightly

“A butter knife?” Beth lets out a girlie laugh as I pull the utensil out. “Really?”

“Really,” Killian cuts in, giving her a stern look. “After last night, I think it’s best if you stick to spoons for the time being.”

I give the omega a sympathetic look, not wanting to offend her, but also not wanting to hand over an actual blade. She seemed pretty deadly with that fork, and I’m not eager to find out what she can do with something pointy.

“Okay.” Beth rolls her eyes, holding her hand out to me. “A butter knife, please.” She scrunches her nose up like it’s the silliest thing ever.

Excitement and hope bubble in my chest as I hand it over.

“Thank you,” she smiles, and my heart sores.

This omega is like a completely different person—kind and sweet. A full one-eighty from yesterday. I don’t know what Killian did to her last night, but I hope he does it every night for the rest of our lives.

“I hope you like strawberries.” I drop the paring knife into the drawer, then push it shut. “We also have apples, but I think berries are better for this dish.” I take out the large container of fruit out of the fridge, then set it down in front of Beth.

“ Strawberries ?” The omega gasps as she examines the container. “But it’s fall.” She looks out the big window in the living room. The colorful leaves in the distance shake and rustle in the wind. It’s like a vast painting of red, orange, and yellow. “How did you get them to grow this time of year?”

“I didn’t grow them.” I smile, placing the cutting board in front of her. “I bought them at the grocery store. Someone else grew them. Probably in a greenhouse,” I add, confident she doesn’t know how a grocery store works. She’s so obviously sheltered.

“A greenhouse,” Beth repeats the word like she’s never heard it before, but she doesn’t say anything else. Instead, she turns her attention to the bright red fruit. Her finger grazes the label across the top. “Farm fresh,” she reads it, before popping the container open.

Okay, I think to myself. She can read. That’s good to know.

Beth leans down, inhaling the air around the strawberries deeply. Hopefully, they smell okay. They won’t be as sweet as the summer berries she’s probably used to, but they’ll be fine sprinkled with sugar.

“We also have whipped cream.” I turn and grab it and the orange juice out of the fridge.

Beth glances over her shoulder, watching me with those dark, curious eyes. “Does it always stay cold in there?” she asks, looking at the fridge.

I share a quick look with Tristan, and the alpha smiles and laugh lines crinkle around his eyes. It’s kind of fun teaching her about all the things that will make her life so much easier.

“It stays the same temperature all the time.” I step to one side. “Want to feel?”

Excitement brightens Beth’s brown eyes as she moves to me. She lifts one small hand, feeling the cool air. “That’s amazing,” she says with a little giggle, and Killian and Basil both stifle a laugh in the background. “My family doesn’t have a fridge,” she quickly adds, as if it weren’t painfully obvious.

“How did you keep things cold?” I ask, curious.

Beth lets out a little snort. “We didn’t.” She picks up her butter knife, cutting the green tops off the strawberries. She has to really push into the firm berries, but the dull blade still gets the job done. “We ate what my fathers killed, then smoked the extra meat to preserve it.”

“Now that’s how you live off the fucking land,” Tristan says, clearly impressed. He’s always loved the idea of living off the grid, but he’s got a shit green thumb. We all do. I can’t even get weeds to grow. “I bet you know how to make preserves and gut a fish, too. Don’t you?” He rests his forearms against the kitchen counter, eyes firmly on Beth.

“Yes.” The omega’s cheeks go rosy, clearly flustered by his intense gaze. I don’t blame her. He is an impressive-looking alpha.

“That’s amazing,” Tristan growls deep in his chest, pushing out a slow, sexy breath.

A bashful smile consumes Beth’s face and she glances away. “It’s really not,” she says, her voice very quiet. Almost sad. “If I can do it, anyone can.”

“Nope,” I cut in, refusing to let her feel poorly of herself. “I’ve tried to filet a fish.” I place my hand on my hip, and the omega looks up at me. “It’s definitely a skill,” I say firmly. “By the time I was done, that poor trout was a pile of shredded bones and flesh.” I hold her gaze, letting her know that I’m not joking. “Don’t downplay it.”

Beth’s expression shifts and she stands a little taller. I get the feeling she’s not used to being praised.

Just then, the timer goes off, interrupting our little moment. Beth flinches at the sound, and I quickly turn it off. Grabbing a fresh tea towel, I pull the baking dish out of the oven. The sweet scent of cinnamon fills the whole room, and Basil lets out a hungry rumble.

“I’m starving.” The dark-skinned alpha pats his stomach.

“It needs a few minutes to cool,” I tell him.

Beth picks up her pace, cutting up the strawberries. She moves quickly, somehow able to remove only the leaves, leaving behind an impressive amount of flesh. Then she chops them up into perfect little chunks.

“Wow,” Tristan leans toward the omega as far as he can. For a second, it looks like he might jump over the dang thing and tackle her. “Now that’s a woman that knows her way around a blade.” He winks at the omega, running his fingers over the mark she left on his bicep.

This time, Beth's whole face flushes bright red and she ducks her head, unable to look the alpha in the eye. “Is he always like this?” She looks at me out of the corner of her eye.

Basil and I both answer “Yes” at the same time, making Beth laugh.

“Come on,” I say, sniffing the mouthwatering breakfast in my hands. “It’s time to eat.”

Beth immediately reaches for the baking dish, placing her hands carefully over mine. Her hands are warm and small. Perfect . I let her take the baking dish, wanting her to feel like she’s just as much a part of our pack.

Thrumming with absolute joy, I put the chopped strawberries into a serving bowl, then place the cutting board in the sink. I scan the kitchen to make sure we have everything, then I push the silverware drawer shut. It’s weird. I thought I had already closed it.

“Jeremy,” Killian calls me over. “Come and eat, beta.”

I leave the dirty kitchen, eager to sit with my three loving alphas, and our new, perfect omega.