Page 18 of The Night Movers: Season One

Ridley couldn’t fathom how people believed omegas were weak.

Standing there, almost naked, surrounded by six hungry alphas, Ridley had never felt more powerful.

They wanted to devour him. They wanted to push him to the ground and breed him.

Ridley wanted it, too—more than he’d ever wanted anything.

So much so, it blocked out any sense of shame, any sense of self-preservation.

He might literally let these men fuck him to death if it meant being the center of their attention, the sole object of all their desires.

He was high off the perfume of their need, their sweat, their pheromones.

He was dizzy from it. A pathetic whine came from his chest as he stared out at the five alphas crowded around him.

It was a testament to Titus’s command of his pack that the only thing keeping them in check was a steely stare Ridley could just barely make out whenever he turned his head.

They were all breathing hard, shaking, muscles straining.

The combined scent of their arousal had Ridley’s core melting and his knees weak, slick running down his legs like tears.

The only thing keeping Ridley from sinking to the floor was the steel bar that was Titus’s arm across his waist, holding him against him like a shield.

“Titus…” Steele growled. “Let us have him.”

“No!” Titus snapped back.

“Please,” Ridley heard himself plead. “Let them have me.”

Titus snapped his teeth so close to Ridley’s ear he flinched. “You’re not on birth control.” To the others, he said, “He’s not on birth control.”

Ridley shivered as Sugar raked his gaze over Ridley’s bare legs, nostrils flaring as he said, “So what? There are pills for that. We can make sure any pregnancy doesn’t take.”

Titus snarled another low warning. “That’s not a sure thing. He’s already clouding your judgment.”

Diesel crowded in closer until Ridley was crushed between them. “Not mine.”

Ridley’s lashes fluttered as he stared up at the stocky alpha. He could feel the hard press of his huge cock against him. He studied Ridley’s face. “Tell him how badly you want it, Strawberry.”

“So badly,” Ridley gasped. “Please,” he said again.

“Such a polite little thing,” Diesel said, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black.

Ridley’s lips parted and he was unable to stop the shaky breath that escaped. He reached up and cupped Diesel’s face, drawing him in until their lips met.

While Titus’s kisses had been greedy, possessive, almost punishing, Diesel’s kiss was filthy, all tongue and spit, making Ridley whine and cling to him even as Titus made a noise of frustration behind him.

When Diesel broke the kiss, his lips were wet and swollen. His look went from determined to downright confrontational as his eyes met Titus’s. “He’s our omega and he’s in heat,” Diesel said. “I know you can smell how much he wants it. You can’t expect us to leave him wet and empty.”

The others made noises of agreement, the air so charged Ridley felt like he could hear it crackling.

Titus and Diesel stared each other down for so long Ridley whimpered. The leader broke his face-off to shoot nasty looks at Steele and Sugar. “Now, you two are on board with claiming him, too? Just like that?” he said, disgusted, before muttering a barely audible, “Unbelievable.”

Ridley leaned back against the alpha, his ass pressing to his sweatpants, grinding against him.

“Don’t say you don’t want it, too,” he said, heat thrumming through his veins.

“I can feel how hard you are.” He rolled his hips again, giving a debauched moan as Titus’s clothed cock slotted between his cheeks.

He tipped his head back to look at him over his shoulder. “You wanted it. Back in your bedroom. I know you did.”

Titus’s hands gripped his hips, digging in. “Stop.”

Ridley didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t stop until one of them fucked him full, put him on all fours and used him the way he needed, the way he deserved.

“If I can just take a pill to keep from getting knocked up, what do you care? You get to fuck me, knot me, breed me…you don’t have to actually put a baby in me to pretend. ”

Titus spun him around, his face contorted with restrained rage.

He looked like he wanted to rip him apart.

That didn’t stop Ridley from wrapping his arms around his neck.

He hissed as the cold air hit his wet ass and thighs, his shirt shifting upwards, baring his lower half to the others.

Their ragged breathing intensified, their arousal so thick in the air Ridley was choking on it.

Ridley met Titus’s gaze, letting his instincts tell him how to get what he wanted. He widened his eyes, his lips forming a pout. “Please, Alpha? I need it. Just feel how wet I am.”

Ridley sucked in a startled breath as Diesel’s lips found his neck, sucking the skin just below his ear, his hands curved around his hips.

He tipped his head, giving the alpha more access while he continued to blink wide eyes at their leader.

He reached behind him, petting his fingers through Diesel’s hair, holding his mouth against his throat. “Feels so good.”

Diesel made a low rumble, rutting his cock against Ridley’s ass.

Titus gripped his face hard, forcing him to look at him once more. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he rasped. “You’ve never had one alpha, much less six.”

Ridley was wearing the alpha down. He came up on his tiptoes to bite down on Titus’s plush lower lip, taking it with him as he pulled back, letting it go with a wet pop.

“Then teach me, show me. The others already said it was your right to take me first. So, do it. Take me. Knot me. Let them watch. Let them play with me. Whatever you want, just don’t leave me like this. It hurts.”

He knew he sounded desperate, whiny, pathetic.

He didn’t care. He’d be all those things for them if it meant they’d claim him.

He’d let them think they controlled him when it came to this one thing as long he was in charge everywhere else.

Sure, it seemed a bit deceitful given he’d told Titus just the opposite.

That Ridley controlled who he fucked but Titus controlled everything else.

But Ridley had to do whatever it took to survive, at least long enough to save his sister.

And he wasn’t lying. He did need them. He’d never understood what others meant when they said heat made you lose yourself.

But he got it now. Ridley had never been this delicate, submissive creature.

But, right now, all he wanted was to lie back and be taken…

to be used up until he was this quivering, boneless puddle of satisfaction.

Diesel stepped back, but Ridley couldn’t tear his gaze away from Titus, who was staring at him with fury.

The alpha’s hands dropped, both landing hard on Ridley’s ass with a wet slap that stung hard enough to bring tears to his eyes.

His lips parted in a shocked gasp, eyes widening, as fingers teased between his cheeks and the alpha grunted at the wetness he found.

Titus’s fingers pinched into his skin, gripping hard enough to bruise as he spread him open, exposing his dripping hole to the others. The snarls he heard in response made him lightheaded, his cock throbbing.

Diesel fell to his knees behind him. Before Ridley could even fathom his plan, the broad sweep of the alpha’s soft tongue across his rim pulled a whine from him, his whole body trembling. How did anything feel that good?

“He tastes so fucking sweet,” Diesel groaned, closing his mouth over his hole and sucking like he wouldn’t be satisfied until he was drowning in his slick.

Ridley’s knees did give out then. Titus gripped him harder, holding him in place, letting Diesel lick over him again and again until Ridley thought he might come from that alone.

“This what you wanted?” Titus spit. “An audience?”

Ridley tried to speak but the sound he made wasn’t a word, it was barely a sound.

Titus narrowed his sharp sea glass eyes at Ridley, nostrils flaring. “If you don’t stop this…if you don’t say no right now and run and lock yourself up in my room, I won’t be held responsible for what we do to you. Once we start, there’s no changing your mind.”

A shiver ran through Ridley. Not from fear, but anticipation. His stomach swooped, eyes rolling as Diesel’s tongue probed at his tight hole, trying to force his tongue past the tight muscle.

He could barely think. There was a little anxiety that came from the unknown.

Titus was right. Ridley had no idea what it was like to have a knot swelling inside him, he had no idea what it was like to have six greedy alphas using him any way they liked.

His heart raced, adrenaline making him feel intoxicated, the blood rushing in his ears almost drowning out the wet sounds of Diesel’s mouth on him.

Ridley couldn’t say no—he wouldn’t; the emptiness between his hip bones scared him far more than what these six men might do to him. Maybe that was just his heat talking, maybe his horny omega brain was lying to him. He didn’t really care. He only cared about being full, being used, being bred.

The Ridley from earlier was gone, replaced by this needy, wanton creature whose only goal was a knot.

The longer this teasing went on, the more determined his omega grew, whispering at Ridley to do whatever it took— to say whatever it took—to get a baby in him.

If he came away from the encounter with scars… so be it.

“I’m not afraid,” Ridley managed.

“You’re a fucking liar,” Titus said through gritted teeth. “I can hear the way your heart is racing.”

“There’s an alpha’s tongue inside me,” Ridley countered. “Wouldn’t that make your heart race?”

Titus scoffed like he expected better from Ridley. “Suit yourself, Omega.” Ridley thought he was going to just turn and go, leaving him to the other wolves. Instead, he said, “He’s mine first. After that, I don’t care what you do with him.”