Page 28 of The Comfort of Pain (The Black Market Omega #1)

Jeremy

Killian grips Beth’s hips, then lifts her, dragging her onto his lap. She’s limp, the first wave of her heat not even fully peaked. While betas have a pathetic sense of smell compared to alphas and omegas, there’s no mistaking the rising pheromones radiating off Beth’s slight body.

Beth grunts, then whines as Killian takes his time, positioning her. It’s clear she’s in pain, needing to be stuffed. Knotted. And that’s exactly what the alpha’s going to do. Killian’s fangs are already punched forward, ready to claim his mate. Our mate.

“I’ve got what you need,” Killian purrs as he slowly lays back, forcing Beth to straddle him. He lifts the delirious omega up, trying to line her up while holding her in place. “Put me inside you, omega,” Killian snarls, frustrated, but she’s clearly too far gone.

She can’t lift her hips properly and her hands shake. “I…I…” she stutters and her chin begins to quiver. She’s in too much pain.

“Let me help.” I crawl around Tristan and Basil. Neither one of them notice. Basil is too busy lapping the slick off Tristan’s cock, both of them lost in a sea of post-cum bliss to realize what else is going on.

Beth’s skin is searing hot to the touch, making me hiss as I lift her body. Killian reaches between her legs and grips his cock. The second he nods at me, I lower her, feeling the tension leave her body as she’s slowly impaled.

“Now, move,” Killian commands her.

The omega is timid at first, rolling her hips slowly, almost as if not sure what to do. But Killian lets her explore, giving her free rein to feel and bounce, figuring out what feels best.

It doesn’t take long, before Beth is grinding down, nails curled into Killian’s chest as she chases another orgasm. I watch her come again, back arching and body shaking violently. Slick slips out around Killian’s cock, pooling on his abs, before spilling over, down his sides. “Keep going.” Killian grabs her hips, forcing her to keep fucking him. “One more, omega,” he commands, “Come for me one more time.”

“Mine!” Tristan growls, and seconds later, someone grabs me by the ankle. I’m tugged back, my knees dragging over the blankets. Then without any warning, I’m pulled against a firm chest and Tristan’s big alpha cock is shoved inside me.

My legs jerk in the air, and I cry out as he sets a brutal pace, fucking up into me with everything he has. Without any lube. I’ve never had sex without lube before. But there’s so much slick and cum covering Tristan’s shaft, we don’t need lube. And the sensation is wild. It’s like his cock is coated in some kind of silky water, sliding and gliding without any resistance.

“Yes,” Basil snarls as he situates himself between my raised legs.

I squeeze my eyes shut tight as the alpha pushes his cock into me, right alongside Tristan. The pressure is insane, almost too much. We’ve only done this one other time, and I remember it hurting too much. But right now, it feels really good.

It must be the slick coupled with the pheromones. It makes me feel so light. So relaxed. So turned on.

Once Basil is fully seated, he and Tristan both begin to thrust. They take turns pulling out and slamming in, over and over again. My semi-hard cock slaps against my belly as both alphas use me for their pleasure.

“Give it to me, Beth,” Killian’s voice carries over the grunts and moans. “Come for me, sweetheart.” He cups her cheek, pulling her face down to his. I watch, breathlessly as he moves the braid off her shoulder, licking the spot right beneath her ear.

He’s going to do it. He’s going to make her ours.

Beth’s body tenses and her hips falter. Coming again, she screams out with pleasure, and Killian strikes. The movement is unbelievably fast, his teeth buried deep in her throat in the blink of an eye. My own mating bites tingle as I remember being mated by each one of my alphas. It was agony. One by one. So much pain, followed by the most amazing bliss of my life.

Holding Beth to his chest, Killian slowly sits, his fangs still latched on her throat. Then he carefully rolls them, so she’s beneath him. The second her head touches the nest, he releases her. From this angle, I can see his fat knot inflated, lodged inside her wet little pussy. She’s swollen and red, stretched impossibly wide around him.

The sight drives me wild and my cock begins leaking pre-cum all over my stomach.

“That’s right, beta,” Basil fucks me even harder. “Be a good boy and come for me.”

“Because once we’re done with you,” Tristan rumbles in my ear, “You’re going to clean our sweet omega’s pussy.”

Quickly reaching my end once more, I close my eyes, enjoying every wonderful sensation.

This is heaven.

I have no idea how much time has passed. It must be the next day. I think.

The last time I left the nest, it was still dark outside. But it has to be morning. Right?

Curious, I crawl toward the little landing, carrying the bowl of cold, dirty water with me. The rag fell in a few hours ago, but I couldn't be bothered to wring it out. There was no point in using it anymore. It’s too disgusting.

I set the bowl just outside the cove’s door, then glance out the window. It looks like it might be around mid-day. We’ve been fucking all night.

“You okay, beta?” Killian asks as Basil helps him slowly sit. The pack alpha passed out the last time he knotted Beth. Considering the number of times he’s rutted her, I’m amazed he’s still breathing.

“I’m okay.” I smile, but it’s weak. I’m so tired. We all are.

“I can’t believe he’s still hard.” Basil tilts his head down, staring between Tristan’s legs.

Tristan and Beth have been sound asleep for almost an hour. The burly alpha is flat on his back with Beth on his chest, and his knot still locked inside her. Tristan was the last to mark her, and his knot has lasted the longest.

“At what point should we call a doctor?” I ask, squinting at Beth's abused pussy. What I can see of Tristan’s dick is red and shiny.

“He’s fine,” Killian says confidently, before pointing at his own cock. The base is still slightly inflated and he’s also red. Raw. “Omegas make cocks do amazing things.”

Basil snorts in agreement, squeezing his own deflated knot. “Are we even sure that’s his knot? The bastard does have a very fat base.”

I nod, and my bottom clenches. Tristan is very thick. In fact, I’m sure I’m gaping, but I refuse to check. After having him and Basil inside me, I fear I’d be horrified by the mess they made of me.

“Should we move her?” I ask, worried about the cum and slick clinging to Beth’s folds. She needs to be cleaned. “Or roll them?”

“Nah,” Killian lets out a satisfied sigh. “Let them sleep.” He winces as he rubs the back of his neck. His hair sticks out in all directions, dried cum and slick clinging to the long tresses. “We should all sleep.”

“Agreed.” Basil lays back down next to Killian, settling in. “She’s about to flare up again.” He inhales deeply. “I can smell it.”

A sliver of worry grips me as I take in Beth’s already wrecked body. Her knees are pink and her wrists are bruised, but at least the bites on her neck are already healing. Just then, a faint whimper pulls from the omega’s throat and her hands twitch. I roll forward, ready to comfort her, but then Tristan begins to purr, and she settles.

“Is he purring in his sleep?” Killian asks in disbelief.

“Yup.” I try not to laugh when a snore jerks from Tristan’s mouth, interrupting the steady vibrations, but then they pick right back up.

“He just needed to relax.” Killian smiles, looking over his little pack. His eyes shimmer as he admires each one of us. “Come here, beta.” Killian pats the spot next to him.

I want to lay with him and snuggle, but I need to get some clean water. And not to mention I’m starving. Alphas and omegas don’t need to eat during a heat or rut. Their bodies are built to go days without proper nutrition. But betas aren't like that. We still need food and water.

“I need to wash her first,” I say as I slowly stand. “She’s got so much cum and slick stuck to her thighs, if I don’t wash it off soon, it’s going to harden into cement.”

Basil shifts onto his side, resting his hand on his hand. “Why do you keep wiping her down?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “I just feel like I have to. Like I need to make sure she’s clean and coming and hydrated.” I shrug, not sure how else to word it.

“It’s stupid that they don’t have a beta version of Omega Studies in high school,” Basil says. “Betas are as important to packs as anyone else.”

I can’t help but smile at his kind words. Betas are often treated like burdens in a pack. We’re seen as dispensable and unnecessary. But not my alphas. They always make me feel loved and important.

“I’ll be right back,” I say when my stomach growls again.

Leaning down, I step into the bedroom, then stretch my arms and back. The air is a good ten degrees cooler, and it smells cleaner. Less musky. But I prefer the sweaty scent of sex.

I pick up the dirty bowl, then make my way down to the kitchen. My hips and thighs ache with each step. I didn’t realize how cramped we were in the cove. When the three alphas sprawl out, it doesn’t leave much room for me and Beth. But right now, she needs to be squished. Her body craves it.

Working quickly, I make a simple sandwich of meat and bread, scarfing it down while I gather supplies. I grab a fresh container of strawberries and a few bottles of cool water. Then I wash the bowl, scrubbing the grime away. Once everything is clean, I put all my stuff into a shopping bag, then refill the bowl with warm, soapy water, and grab a clean hand towel.

“I think that’s everything,” I say to myself right as a loud moan drifts from upstairs. Basil was right. Beth’s next wave has already hit.

Eager to get back upstairs, I fling the bag over my shoulder, then carefully pick up the bowl, but right before I turn, movement outside catches my eye. I freeze, staring out the massive window, but nothing moves. Not even the wind rustles the leaves of the big oak tree.

Fear threads down my spine, and I force my feet to move. I make my way around the island and past the couch, keeping my eyes on the trees along the cliff. It was probably a deer, but Beth’s damn missing posters have me on edge. More so than Bosco showing up out of the blue. That alpha is up to something, but Killian will handle it. He always does.

It’s Beth’s family that really scares me. If her father is willing to hurt his daughter, then what would he do to me? To my alphas?

A shutter cuts through me and I tense.

“There’s nothing out there,” I mumble under my breath, staring at the still trees. “You’re being silly.” I force myself to turn, making my way back through the house.

The fact is, Bosco may be a real asshole, but he’s not dumb enough to attack our house. Not with my alphas here. And while the townsfolk love my pack, the other rough alphas out here know the truth. They know what kind of monster Tristan is, and how vicious Killian can be.

Even Basil commands their respect.

No. We’re perfectly safe.

No one is out there waiting to attack our little family.