Page 55 of The Night Movers: Season One

Ridley’s heart raced as he took in Steele’s bored expression. There was something about the hard glint in his eyes. It wasn’t just the light from the projector making him look harsh. It was a challenge. A dare. Hell, maybe a warning.

Steele’s brow went up, his jaw thrusting forward as they sized each other up.

Yeah, it was definitely a warning.

“If you want me to treat you like the others do, you should go,” Steele said. “I’ll do what I want with you, and I won’t ask for your permission or your input.”

Ridley shivered. Yes, please.

He’d known Steele wouldn’t baby him like Diesel or lose his mind over him like Titus.

The others were wary of Ridley, but they at least seemed to enjoy his company.

Steele didn’t like Ridley, and he didn’t trust him either.

But the alpha definitely wanted to fuck him.

Ridley wanted him, too, even if it meant doing it on Steele’s terms.

It was clear the alpha was pushing him away, trying to make him so uncomfortable he would leave.

But he couldn’t do it. Ridley’s omega was foaming at the mouth at the thought of letting Steele breed him.

He had to fight the urge to present every time the alpha gave him that dismissive once-over.

He wanted to show him he could be good for him, that he could be whatever the alpha needed.

The longer Steele sat there with that condescending look on his face, the more Ridley squirmed, anticipation and desire building within him until the urge to beg was a living, breathing thing inside him.

He rubbed his ass against Steele’s cock again, biting his own lip to keep from moaning loudly at the delicious pressure. “Do what you want with me.”

Steele’s half smile set Ridley’s nerves on fire. “Whatever I want, huh?” He slid his hand up, up, up to tangle in Ridley’s hair. He hissed as Steele’s fingers gripped him tight. “You can’t imagine the things I fantasize about doing to you.”

Ridley cried out softly at the pain in his roots.

“Like what?” he managed.

Steele dragged him in by his hair, dropping his voice as he pressed his words against his ear. “I want to make you crawl for me. I want to make you beg. I want to hurt your feelings, then fuck you while you cry, and then I want to punish you for crying.”

Ridley salivated at the alpha’s words, slick gushing from his hole, soaking into the fabric of Steele’s sweatpants. He swallowed audibly, cheeks flushing.

Steele smirked up at him. “Yeah, you like that, huh? So mouthy out there, but as soon as we’re behind closed doors, you’re begging to be used.”

Pain lanced through him at the alpha’s cold assessment. “Pack omegas are supposed to be easy for their alphas,” Ridley said, stubbornness leaching into his tone. “We’re bred that way.”

“You’re not just easy, Strawberry; you’re fucking insatiable. How many knots have you had since you got here? Hell, how many times did you get fucked before we left? Yet, you were practically begging Titus to let us fuck you right beside Rurik’s still warm body.”

“Shut up,” Ridley muttered, heat prickling along his skin even with the frigid wind blowing around the large space.

“Why? The truth hurt?”

Ridley could feel himself sulking. “The truth?”

“Yeah, the truth,” Steele taunted. “You love the attention. You were dripping slick from all that alpha attention. Every alpha in that place could smell how disappointed you were when Titus wouldn’t let us put you on all fours and breed you while they all watched.”

Ridley opened his mouth to protest, shaking his head, but Steele tightened his fingers in his hair once more.

“Don’t fucking lie to me. Even now, you’re gushing slick at the thought of it.

You would have loved public breedings back in the day, huh?

Letting us run you down then bend you over in front of the whole town? ”

“Shut up,” Ridley whispered again, mostly because there was no hiding his body’s response.

“I won’t,” Steele murmured. “It’s only the truth.

During your heat, even the six of us weren’t enough for a greedy slut like you.

The minute one pulled out, you were on your knees for another, begging for another knot.

Even when you lost consciousness, you whined every time your ass or mouth were empty. ”

Almost like his omega wanted to prove Steele’s point, Ridley heard himself whimper, unable to stop himself from grinding down on the thick cock pressed against his wet ass.

Steele released Ridley’s hair, then gave him a disappointed look that made his insides melt like a marshmallow in the summer sun. “You’re making such a fucking mess right now,” he chided. “And I’m not even doing anything to you.”

Ridley couldn’t take Steele’s derision anymore. He dipped his head to find the alpha’s lips, but he ducked away, gripping Ridley’s jaw with his hand. He dug his fingers into his cheeks, tipping his head to the side with slow deliberation.

Ridley yelped as Steele’s sharp teeth sank into his throat, piercing the skin.

“No kissing,” the alpha rasped, lapping at the blood dripping from Ridley’s wound.

Rejection knifed through his ribs, sharp and exacting. “What?” he said, voice thick.

Frustration swelled in his chest as Steele moved lower, sinking his teeth into Ridley’s throat once more until he cried out. Steele soothed the marks with his warm, wet tongue, pulling another desperate moan from Ridley.

“Oh, don’t pout,” Steele crooned, dragging his lips over Ridley’s Adam’s apple before he dipped his tongue into the hollow of his throat. “You haven’t earned it yet. Be a good boy for me, and maybe I’ll let you have what you want.”

Let you.

Ridley’s thoughts grew foggy, his cock throbbing at Steele’s display of dominance. He tried to blame his biology. Omegas were hard-wired to submit to alphas. That was all this was. Steele was just better at pulling Ridley’s strings than the others. That was why he was on fire. No other reason.

Even as he tried to rationalize his body’s response, he tried to rock himself against the alpha, desperate for some much-needed friction. He whimpered as his hard length dragged against Ridley’s much smaller cock.

“Greedy, greedy,” Steele said, shaking his head, biting Ridley’s chin.

“But…you kissed me earlier,” he said faintly.

Steele scoffed at that. “You didn’t leave me much choice, did you?” Steele said, like he was talking to a child. “I couldn’t spoil the illusion for our toy’s new broken pet. Your recklessness has already put us in too much danger.”

Another sharp pain lanced through him at Steele’s casual jab. Was that why Steele didn’t like him? Because he thought Ridley was putting everything they worked for in jeopardy? Was he wrong? He’d barely been there a week, and he had already turned their lives upside down.

Was Rain truly the only reason Steele had kissed him?

Because he’d put him on the spot? Something dark and bitter coiled inside him.

In the beginning, Steele’s barbs had felt like banter, nothing the others hadn’t teased him over during his heat.

But now, it felt like a deep-seated hostility, one he was barely containing.

“You kissed me when I was in heat, too,” Ridley pushed, desperate to prove himself wrong.

“No alpha can resist an omega in heat,” he said, sliding his hands up under Ridley’s shirt.

His lids fluttered as warm, rough hands skimmed his belly up to his chest. “Especially one as inexperienced as you. You were such a needy little thing, crying and begging for a knot, slicking all over the place, looking up at us with those big doe eyes while we defiled you in every conceivable way.”

The hard edge to his voice made Ridley lightheaded, a fresh wave of slick releasing between them, the frigid air on his wet skin making him shiver. There was no way Steele didn’t feel the effect he had on him.

“I thought it was your heat that made you this pathetic, but look at you,” Steele taunted, thumbs teasing his nipples until he whimpered.

“Sitting here grinding on my cock like a little whore.” He pinched the taut peaks meanly, twisting until Ridley gave another pained cry.

“Do you just need to be hanging off a knot twenty-four seven?”

Tears pricked at Ridley’s eyes, even as he rocked against him, each roll of his hips shooting pulses of electricity through his bloodstream.

For all Steele’s vitriol, he was rock hard beneath Ridley, his pupils practically black in the dim light of the projector.

He studied Ridley with a barely restrained hunger that made him clench down on nothing.

He was so empty. Steele was right. He hated the feeling.

Nothing felt better than when he was fucked full, belly swollen with their seed, an alpha knot buried inside him.

Tears pricked at his eyes.

“Aw, you gonna cry for me, Strawberry?” Steele crooned, soothing over Ridley’s swollen nipples. “Do it. Maybe if I see tears, I’ll take pity on you and bend you over the back of the sofa, give you what you’re so clearly desperate for.”

“Fuck you,” Ridley snapped.

Steele tsked, leaning forward enough to run his tongue along Ridley’s bottom lip, retreating when he tried to kiss him.

“You haven’t earned that yet either,” he chided.

When Ridley made a noise of frustration, Steele gave him that same unbothered look, but this time, it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Take what you’re given or find someone else to play with. Makes no difference to me.”

Ridley had never felt so small, so dirty; it made his whole body throb. He wanted him so badly. He’d beg if Steele demanded it. He’d do anything if it meant getting what he wanted. “Why are you being so mean?” he asked, words clotting in his throat as his tears welled.