Page 9 of The Comfort of Pain (The Black Market Omega #1)

Basil

I gather all the clothes, placing our omega’s at the top, before jogging up next to Killian and Tristan. The cave isn’t far from here.

While we’re all eager to get our girl home, we agreed it would be safer to travel with her during the day. The last thing we need is for someone to jump us while exhausted from walking all night.

Tristan ducks his head as he enters the cave first, followed by Killian. He holds our omega close as he makes his way down the steep incline. Tristan found this place on our way to the Morder. We dropped all our supplies off before walking the rest of the way. Honestly, it was an excellent idea.

The ceiling dips and I duck, before making it into the spacious cavern. The inside isn’t tall enough for Tristan to stand at full height, but Killian and I can.

Stepping around my pack alpha, I move to the small lantern in the center of the cave. It casts an orange light, making the shadows flicker and pulse. I find our bags, eager to charge my phone. We brought four power banks just in case.

“You did a good job,” Killian says to Tristan as he looks at the pallet of blankets. They’re spread out over the flattest part of the ground with a pair of little socks in the center. Jeremy insisted we bring wool socks for our new mate. He said omegas’ feet get cold and he didn’t trust the Morder to give her good socks. Turns out, he was right.

“Tired?” Killian looks over at Tristan. The big alpha is already lying down on the blankets, ready to fall asleep fully clothed.

“Yup?” Tristan lets out a sleepy sigh as he clasps his hands together and rests them on his chest.

The alpha is a creature of habit. He goes to sleep at the same time every day, wakes up at exactly six AM even without an alarm clock, and the man has eaten the same damn breakfast every day since I met him—a ham sandwich. So bizarre.

“Help me out before you drift off,” Killian says, and Tristan’s eyes snap back open.

“Whatcha need?” he asks through a mighty yawn.

“Keep her warm.” Killian places our omega next to him. Her eyes squeeze tight, almost as if scared to open them. “Her clothes?” Killian turns to me.

I hand over the oversized white T-shirt. Killian slips it over her head. Her eyes peek open, but she keeps her head down, staring at her lap.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Killian asks.

But she doesn’t answer.

I know she can speak. Hell, she even managed to yell “stop” when we were washing her, but maybe she can’t speak well? Or maybe she’s too scared. That would make sense.

“That’s okay.” Killian cups her cheek, forcing her to look at his face. “You don’t have to tell us right now.” His thumb caresses her cheekbone, moving over a sizable bruise around her eye. Her whole body is covered in the damn things. Her face, her hips, her knees, even her wrists.

Someone beat the hell out of this girl, and I’d love nothing more than to spend a few minutes with them to return the favor.

“Go to sleep, little one.” Killian kisses her forehead, before guiding her to lie against Tristan’s side.

The big alpha wraps one arm around her, forcing her to rest her head against his chest. Her whole body is tense, clearly scared. But I have a feeling she won’t be awake for long. The poor girl is exhausted.

“It’s okay, omega,” I purr as I grab the pair of blue socks. The rumbling sensation is foreign but good. It’s not something I’m used to doing. Purrs are made to soothe omegas, and our pack consists of only alphas and one beta. “Close those pretty eyes, omega.” I put the socks on one by one. Jeremy was right—her toes are like ice.

Once the sweet girl is settled, and Tristan is snoring, I walk back to our stuff and pull my phone out of my pants pocket. The screen flashes and Jeremy’s name shines up at me.

I can’t help but smile at his sweet message.

I hope everything is going okay.

Stay safe. I 3 you x3.

It’s something he says all the time. “ I love you times three .” It’s his way of saying that he loves all three of us, no matter who he’s talking to. I love it.

We made it to the cave.

Jeremy immediately responds.

Is she doing okay?

Has she started talking yet?

What’s her name?

The impatient beta has asked the same three questions multiple times since we left the Morder. But sadly, I don’t have anything to give him.

She’s medicated and tired.

I’m sure she’ll talk in the morning.

There’s a pause before three dots appear on the screen. I know Jeremy is disappointed, but he’ll have to wait to know more.

Text me when you wake up. Stay safe!

Will do. Love you, sweet boy.

I pull a power bank out of one of the bags and plug my phone in. It beeps once, and a soft snore hits my ears. Turning, I look at our omega, happy to see she’s passed out. Her face is relaxed, her lips parted slightly with her cheek smushed against Tristan’s firm chest. Her gentle breath mixes with his rumbling snores, and warmth fills my chest.

This is all we’ve ever wanted. Our family is finally complete.

“Get some sleep.” Killian pulls on a clean pair of boxers, then he lies down next to the omega. I notice that he keeps a little distance from her, not touching her. I know he wants to, but she needs to rest.

Giving into my exhaustion, I turn off the lantern and take my place next to Killian. I stare at his back, watching him slowly breathe in and out. The thin blankets beneath us don’t offer much padding against the hard ground, but it’s not unbearable. I can’t help but be impressed that our omega can sleep on them. Her kind needs lots of padding and comfort.

They need nests.

I think that’s the thing I’m looking forward to the most—watching our new little omega create her private space.

I’ve always dreamed of helping a pretty omega scent her nest. I imagine how she’ll nuzzle my face and rub against my chest, coating her face in my pheromones, before snuggling into a thick pile of pillows and blankets. I wonder if she’ll want us to fuck her in there too.

The thought of watching Killian and Tristan command her slight body has me completely spun. I want to watch her gasp and mewl as my mates give her unimaginable pleasure. Will she beg? Scream? Tremble? My cock plumps as my imagination begins to spiral.

But then Tristan’s breath catches in his throat, ripping me from my thoughts. Frustration cuts through me as my erection loses some of its might.

It’s probably for the best. It’s not like I can jack off in here. Not with our drugged omega only a few feet from me.

Restless, I roll away from Killian and stare at the dark stone wall.

“Basil?” My pack alpha whispers my name.

I shift, looking at him over my shoulder. “Yeah?” I mimic his tone, speaking as quietly as I can.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. I shake my head, but he gives me a firm look. “I can feel the tension radiating off of you.” He knows me too well.

“It’s nothing.” I pray he goes back to sleep. The last thing I want to admit is how badly I want to fuck our beaten and bruised omega.

“Talk to me.” He grabs my shoulder forcing me to roll. The second my back touches the cave floor, Killian’s dark eyes fall to my dick. His brows raise, and a playful smile slips across his face. “Basil,” he says my name with a throaty rasp. “Are you excited to have our new omega?” His fingers wrap around my cock, making me stifle a grunt.

“Don’t.” My body tenses when he squeezes me.

“Why not?” He moves a little closer, moving his hand up and down my shaft.

“I don’t want to wake them up.” I glance past him.

Killian’s smile grows and his eyes narrow. “The roof could cave in and Tristan wouldn’t move a muscle,” he says, his tone telling me that I already know this. “And she’s not only exhausted but still sedated.” He squeezes my cock again, and I bite back a moan.

“You are horrible,” I whisper harshly as he pulls me, forcing me to lie on my side and face him.

“How quiet can you be for me, alpha?” He angles his hips so they're right in front of mine. “Grab my cock.”

My hand flies to his waistband, pushing in and grabbing his beautiful dick. It throbs in my hold, hot and long.

“Fuck,” Killian hisses, straining to stay quiet. “Get me off,” he whispers. “Make a mess out of both of us.”

Excitement unfurls in my belly as I move my hand. His velvety skin slides across my palm as he does the same to me. We jerk each other, matching each other’s rhythm.

“Do you smell her sweet scent?” His lips ghost over mine. “Can you taste it in the air?”

I suck in a desperate breath, soaking in her sugary sweet aroma. “Yes,” I snarl as heat crawls up my spine.

“I can’t stop thinking about her pretty cunt wrapped around this big cock,” Killian’s words shoot straight to my dick. I’m leaking pre-cum everywhere, soaking his hand. “I want to watch you rut her raw and pump her full. I want to hear her beg for that big alpha dick.”

His dirty words wash over me, making me snarl and pant. “Killian.” I squeeze his cock, pumping harder and faster.

“Come here.” He pushes his hips forward. “I need to feel your dick against mine.” He wraps his hand around both of us, and I quickly do the same. “I want all that pretty white cum all over me.”

My jaw clenches as my balls pull tight against my body. I thrust up into Killian’s hand, rubbing my shaft against his. He squeezes, forcing us impossibly close.

“That’s it.” He growls softly. “Give me that fucking cum.”

The base of my cock pulses and heat erupts from the tip. I stifle a grunt as my balls empty. Killian doesn't last much longer. His hand tenses as he comes, splattering all over my chest and hips. Our fluids mix, swirling together as they drip onto the blanket beneath us.

“Goddamn.” Killian rests his forehead against mine. “I needed that.”

And something like relief washes over me. It’s good to know he was needy too.

Sometimes I feel so weak compared to my mates. I frequently feel needy or emotional. Alphas aren’t supposed to be like that. We’re supposed to be stoic and unyielding. But I’ve never been like that.

My alpha father used to berate me, calling me a pussy every time I showed any kind of empathy or kindness. I still try to hide it, but Killian says I need to learn to accept that part of me. He says my tender emotions make me a good and passionate mate, but I can’t help but feel weak compared to him and Tristan. They’re both so strong and controlled, hiding their feelings so much easier than I can.

“Stop it,” Killian warns softly, cutting into my thoughts.

“What?” I whisper, looking deep into his eyes. Even in the dark, I can see the faint golden ring around the center of his blue irises.

“I can feel you overthinking.” He releases my cock, gripping my hip. He pulls my body to him, squishing the mess between us. It feels good. “Just relax, alpha. Give that brain a break.”

Closing my eyes, I let out a long breath, allowing my mind to settle.

The cave is quiet. Leaves outside rustle and the stream in the distance trickles. Drops of water tap somewhere in the distance, and our sweet omega’s breath comes out soft and even. But I don’t hear Tristan snoring anymore…

I open my eyes, looking up at Killian. He smiles, realizing the same thing.

“Tristan?” Killian whispers the alpha’s name as quietly as he can. “Are you awake?”

Tristan lets out deep chuckles, then says, “And you two say I’m uncivilized.”