Page 20 of The Night Movers: Season One

Ridley thought once the mind-numbing bliss of his first orgasm wore off, it would have quelled some of that gnawing hunger deep inside.

But it only made it worse. It was maddening, like an itch he couldn’t scratch, the spot just out of reach no matter how he tried to get at it.

Titus’s clever fingers were no longer enough.

Maybe they’d never been enough. He didn’t know.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t think about anything but being fucked, being filled.

They all smelled so good. Their combined scents should have been overwhelming, and they were, but in the best possible way.

He could smell their arousal, he could smell how hard they were for him, how badly they coveted him.

They were jealous of the two alphas currently sharing him.

Their desire was like a drug to him. He wanted to bathe in their need, he wanted to bathe in their cum, wanted them to rub it into his skin so anyone who came near knew who he belonged to.

He wanted to be marked and used and treated like a whore, like he only existed for their pleasure.

Was this what people talked about when they said heat made omegas crazy?

He felt crazy. He felt like this clawing need inside him had taken over his brain like a parasite and the only thing that would fix him was Titus painting his insides white, his knot locking his seed inside, giving Ridley’s omega what he truly wanted. Pups.

His omega was usually quiet, but the longer this went on, the more he lost himself to that part of himself.

While Ridley was proud, strong, independent, his omega was desperate, needy, wanton.

His omega was willing to beg, was willing to stretch like a cat and present himself to the pack.

His omega wanted them to take turns breeding him until he was so full it spilled out of him.

Another gush of slick left him at the thought, and he pushed his hips back on Titus’s fingers with a frustrated whine.

Titus’s free hand came down hard on his ass, dragging a low moan from him, precum drooling onto the sofa beneath him. He was desperate for relief.

“Take what you’re given,” Titus muttered, even as he twisted his fingers inside him, making Ridley’s knees weak.

“I don’t think spanking him is helping your cause,” Steele observed. “The little slut loves it.”

Ridley mewled, rubbing his face against Diesel’s still hard cock, sweeping his tongue over the shaft again and again, cleaning him as he’d demanded. Maybe then he’d make good on his promise of Titus giving him what he needed.

Diesel’s knuckles swept along his cheek, two fingers slipping into Ridley’s mouth. He sucked those, too, eyes locked on the stockier alpha and his pretty lips.

“Is that true, Strawberry?” Diesel asked. “You like getting spanked?” Ridley’s omega nodded eagerly, long past embarrassment. “Of course, you do. Filthy thing.”

He forced his fingers to the back of his throat, making him gag, pressing down on his tongue until saliva poured from his mouth down Diesel’s hand. “You like this, too, don’t you?”

Ridley nodded frantically, moaning when Diesel hooked his fingers behind his teeth, tugging him forward by his jaw. “You won’t be satisfied until every hole is filled, will you? ”

Ridley whined as Diesel used the fingers in his mouth to shake his head no. “That’s alright. We’re gonna keep you nice and full, princess. Pass you around like a party favor. Fuck you until you black out from pleasure.”

Ridley’s eyes filled with tears. He hated the thought of them ever stopping.

Diesel smirked. “Oh, yeah. Our alpha’s right. You are insatiable. Want us to fuck you in your sleep, too, Strawberry? Want to wake up hanging off a knot?”

Ridley’s whole body convulsed as he came again, his cock spurting onto the now definitely ruined sofa. He would have collapsed if not for Diesel’s fingers in his mouth.

“Holy fuck,” Ryker muttered. “Did he fucking come untouched again?”

Ridley was exhausted but his orgasm faded even quicker this time, his cock still hard, that ache inside him growing, overshadowing everything else.

“Oh, yeah,” Diesel said with a grin. “He’s so fucking gone. His skin’s on fire. He’s definitely in full-blown heat. The kid we met five hours ago would have clawed my face off if I talked to him like this.”

Sugar snorted. “Well, you better hope he doesn’t remember when his heat is over, or he still might.”

“That was fast. His heat, I mean,” Jensen said. “Is that…normal?”

Ryker shrugged. “He’s not on suppressants. He’s newly presented. He’s surrounded by six alphas who want to absolutely ruin him… I’m gonna say yeah, probably pretty normal.”

Was that all this was? His heat talking?

Part of him was relieved. He could blame every embarrassing thing he’d said and done on that.

He could pretend he had no memory of how truly desperate he’d been.

He could say he’d been out of his mind when he was letting them do this to him.

He wouldn’t have to admit how much he liked it, liked this.

Did that make him a bad omega or a good one?

Titus’s fingers slipped free, and even more slick coated Ridley’s thighs, the sweet scent making the alphas restless.

“He’s like a fucking faucet,” Steele muttered. “I’ve never seen anyone get that wet before.”

Ridley clenched around nothing, emptier than when he’d started.

Why were they doing this to him? Why were they torturing him?

He canted his hips, swaying his ass. He wanted to look behind him, wanted to know what Titus was doing back there, but Diesel wouldn’t allow it.

He licked a broad stripe up Ridley’s cheek.

Diesel’s words were cruel but his look was reverent, like Ridley was a gift sent straight from heaven.

“You belong to us.” Ridley nodded as best he could, tears welling in his eyes.

“You’re gonna be such a good boy for us, aren’t you?

” Ridley sobbed, nodding again. Diesel pulled Ridley in, then spit in his open mouth. “Our perfect little slut.”

His tears spilled over. Diesel released him and Ridley’s cheek dropped to the alpha’s muscular thigh, nursing on the head of his cock like it was a pacifier.

“Fucking hell,” Diesel muttered, petting his fingers through Ridley’s snarled hair, adjusting him so he was more comfortable while he sucked him greedily.

Ridley needed a distraction from the pain. Titus had dulled the cramps that had ripped through them earlier, but he could feel them like an actor off-stage. They were just waiting for their cue and then they’d be tearing his insides to shreds once again. He needed a knot, any knot.

Now.

“What are you waiting for?” Steel snapped. “Fuck him or step aside so we can have him.”

Titus snarled possessively like a dog guarding his food dish. “Not here.”

Ridley’s omega made a distressed sound as he was yanked away from Diesel, then lifted into the air. Panic rocketed through him. Had he fucked up? Did Titus not want this anymore? Were they getting rid of him? Tossing him into the street like garbage?

Ridley’s eyes fell shut, defeated, as he tried to chase his omega’s irrational panic from his mind.

Light and shadow played across his closed lids, but he refused to open them.

He was somehow terrified of what he might see when he did.

He could hear Titus’s footsteps echoing in the mezzanine but they didn’t head downstairs to his room. Where were they taking him?

They didn’t travel far. Ridley heard the flick of a switch, then a warm amber light filtered through his eyelids.

He tried to force his eyes open, but his fear kept them tightly shut, his body completely limp in Titus’s arms. He contented himself listening to the thud of the alpha’s heart beneath his ear, all other noises fading in the background.

Clothes rustled and low voices murmured around him, but nobody spoke directly to him. He just picked up scraps of their conversation.

“You’re scaring him to death. I can smell his fear.”

“He’s never done this. Of course, he’s scared. That’s normal.”

“He likes the way we play with him. This is just normal jitters.”

“He’ll be happy once you breed him.”

“But you can’t keep him all to yourself.”

“He’s ours.”

“All of ours.”

The words made a delicious heat bloom in his belly that rolled outward over his limbs like warm water.

They wanted him. They weren’t getting rid of him.

Knowing that gave him the strength to open his eyes.

They were in a bedroom. No, a hotel room.

Ridley’s heart rate skyrocketed, a metallic taste flooding his tongue.

He knew this room.

It was the room from his vision, the room where they’d claimed him.

Unlike Titus’s room, which looked very much lived in, this one was cold, nondescript, just as it was in his vision.

There was something so…impersonal about it, letting Ridley know it was never used.

A large mattress sat against the wall, covered in a plain white sheet.

Two bare pillows graced the top by the nondescript walnut headboard.

Heavy cloth-covered mountains lined the room.

Furniture most likely, as if someone had started renovating, then just gave up.

Ridley was dumped unceremoniously onto the center of the mattress, Titus following him down, using his thighs to push Ridley’s legs apart so he could kneel between them.

Ridley’s mouth went dry as Titus peeled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

Ridley’s t-shirt didn’t get the same treatment.

Titus gripped the collar, the well-worn fabric tearing in his hands like paper, falling to the side, leaving him exposed once more.

Titus surged forward, taking his lips in another punishing kiss, tongue mapping every part of his mouth.

Ridley lay pliant beneath him, letting him take what he wanted, do what he wanted.

Large, rough hands skimmed Ridley’s chest like sandpaper, tugging at his nipples until he gasped into Titus’s open mouth.

It felt like he was everywhere. Fingers in his hair, his lips on his jaw, his neck, biting his shoulder until Ridley yelped in pain, licking over the indentations almost like an apology.

Titus’s thigh pressed against Ridley’s cock, causing him to leak even more from both sides.

He could barely move beneath the alpha’s weight but that didn’t stop him from grinding against it, moaning like he was in pain.

Ridley tried to drink it all in—Titus’s intoxicating scent, the heat of his skin pressing into his, every ragged inhalation against the shell of his ear. Maybe it was all his blood pooling in his groin or maybe two orgasms had ruined him. Whatever it was, he was dizzy from it.

The bed dipped and Titus sat back on his knees again.

They were all naked. Their scents flooded his nose.

Ryker picked Ridley’s head up and set it in his lap.

Diesel and Jensen settled side by side on his left, Sugar and Steele on his right.

Were they just going to watch Titus breed him?

His stomach swooped at the thought, his whole body trembling.

Ridley’s question was answered when Steele’s and Jensen’s hands slid down his thighs, running their fingers through the rivulets of slick gathered there, bringing it to their lips, letting it drip from their fingertips onto their tongues like honey.

Steele’s eyes fell shut like he was taking a sacrament. “Fucking hell.”

Jensen lifted Ridley’s leg, moving until he could lick over Ridley’s thigh. “He tastes like fucking candy.”

Ridley screamed as Jensen’s teeth sank into the meat there, his startled gaze meeting his unapologetic one.

Jensen kept eye contact, his hand moving from his thigh to his ass, fingers dipping into his crease.

Ridley’s teeth clamped down on his lower lip as two fingers teased at his hole again.

He rocked his hips down, encouraging him.

He needed something inside him—anything—but they disappeared just as quickly, making him huff.

Diesel leaned down until he hovered just above his lips.

“What’s wrong, Strawberry? That tight little cunt empty?

” Ridley nodded, too far gone to be embarrassed by his desperation.

Diesel’s hand slid down, down, down Ridley’s body, over his stomach, past his leaking cock.

Ridley’s breath punched from him as Diesel pushed three fingers inside without warning.

“Mm. Fuck. You are so fucking tight. I cannot wait to have you bouncing on my cock. I bet you’ll look so good riding me. ”

Diesel chuckled as slick poured out over his thrusting fingers, earning a pained groan from one of them.

“That’s it, Strawberry,” he taunted, fucking his fingers in and out, deliberately keeping them curled so they dragged against his inner walls.

“Get sloppy for us.” He increased his speed, the wet squelch of his fingers fucking in and out, making Ridley flush until his ears felt hot. “Do you hear how wet you are?”

Ryker stroked his cheek, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “I bet you’re so empty it hurts, huh?”

“You need someone to fill you up?” Steele crooned, rough fingers ghosting along his belly. “Put a baby in you?”

The sound that escaped Ridley at those words set them all off, making them snarl and paw at him. He threw his head back, meeting Ryker’s dark eyes. His gaze drank Ridley in like water. “Please.”

“We’ll get there,” Titus said, his harsh voice sending shockwaves through Ridley’s core. “But we need a little more from you first.”