Page 47 of The Forgotten

I’m deeply horrified by the thought as I give into my intrusive thoughts and nose dive into Olivia’s pussy.

“Ugh,” she moans, her hips moving up to gain traction. “Fuck, you need to get away from me. Off!”

Olivia shoves at my head and I suck on the slick dampening her panties before resting my chin on her pelvis. Her slick pushed past the flimsy barrier of cotton, and is now staining my skin. I want it all over me immediately.

“You’re going into heat,” I say slowly, watching as Maddox releases her arm as if it’s on fire. His hand touches her forehead before his gaze meets mine over Olivia’s body. Her skin is getting warmer by the second, and she’s going to be very unhappy, very soon. “Just because we rejected you, doesn’t mean it won’t still hurt to ride this out alone.”

My hands grip her ass, taking my sweet time running my nose up her soaked scrap of cotton covering her pussy.

“Olivia,” Maddox says, moving so that he can lean over her. “Hate fuck us if that’s what it takes, but you can’t do this alone.”

“When is Gareth coming back?” she gasps, struggling to find another solution as she begins to writhe in pain. The cock ring with a knot came in the mail this morning, and it’s on the table.

However, my brother isn’t coming home for a while and his phone isn’t with him. He knows that we track his ass whenever possible. Maybe that under the skin tracker is a better idea, but the crazy fucker would just dig it out.

“No time soon,” I mutter. “Ride my face and squeeze my head between your thighs like your own personal watermelon.”

“That was oddly specific,” Maddox snorts. “What do you say, Olivia?”

“Whatever you decide goes, as long as it doesn’t affect your wellbeing,” I add. “Hitting is on the table, choking?—”

Olivia shoves my head down, and I take that as permission to tear off her panties and shove my tongue inside her slick pussy. Her arousal slides toward her asshole, and I push my fingers deep inside that hole as well.

I want to give her everything, even if this is just a marathon of hate fucking for her.

“Fuck, just don’t fucking talk,” she wails as I glide my tongue over her arousal next and then suck hard on her clit. “I need a dick inside of me right this second.”

Moving quickly, I strip out of my clothes. Maddox is already sending out a text, causing me to raise my brow at him. His glance tells me that he’s making sure no one sees Olivia like this who shouldn’t. It’s really for their own protection, because they won’t live to see another minute after entering the house.

We’ve always been good at communicating through glances and without words, and this is no different.

Olivia deserves to feel safe, and she’s pushing out clouds of angel cake scented pheromones right now.

Maddox has a gun on him, though I don’t since my sweatsuit is now on the ground. Lifting Olivia as I return to eating her out,I let her slide down my body until the tip of my cock is nestled against her pussy lips.

“Now isn’t the time to be a gentleman,” she mutters, reaching between us to line my crown up with her entrance. Slamming her down on my cock, I enjoy her scream of pleasure.

“Consent is going to be the only way you get dick here,” I growl, grinning as I begin walking toward the living room. I continue to drag her up and down my shaft as I fuck her, blindly following a well known path. It would really suck to stub my toe while trying to give my omega an orgasm.

I don’t fucking care what she has to say about the fact that I consider her mine. I’ll rescind my rejection when I know she’ll actually believe me and wants me back.

Maddox follows quickly, discarding his clothing as we walk. He throws pillows and blankets all over the floor around us once we get there. Thankfully, it’s all drowning in our scents since this is where we tend to hang out together.

“Go grab all the clothing we just took off,” I instruct Maddox, my lip curling as Olivia slaps me.

“You’re not my alphas,” she rasps.

Maddox drops to his knees, his cock bouncing near her lips as I fuck her.

“I beg to differ. I am your alpha, and I rescind my rejection,” he rumbles.

My knot grinds against her clit as I flip onto my back, and Maddox’s fingers move to squeeze her breast hard. She moans as he gives her what she wants, leaning into the pain kink she has when she doesn’t feel unsafe.

I meant what I said. She pulls the strings and we’ll dance for her.

“Fuck you,” Olivia says, whining as I fuck up into her.

“I am,” I say smugly. “Don’t protest too much, Hellcat. You know your pussy is begging for my knot.”