Page 21 of The Violence of Love (The Black Market Omega #2)

Autry

When I blink awake, the first thing I register is warmth—solid and steady beneath my cheek. A heartbeat. A slow, comforting rhythm that lulls me halfway back to sleep until I realize I’m draped across someone’s chest. It’s firm and lean. Definitely Myrick.

I squish my face up as I roll away from him, then I rub my eyes and mouth. Embarrassment overtakes me as I wipe a mess of drool off my chin with the heel of my hand.

No!

A narrow beam of sunlight slips through the curtains, and in that soft morning light, I spot it—the patch. There, on Myrick’s pajama top, is a dark, wet smear where my face had been.

Seriously? I drooled on him?

The first night with my new pack, and I’ve already ruined everything. They didn’t want to claim me last night—and now I’ve left spit all over Myrick like some kind of unhousebroken puppy. Before I can spiral further, Rhett’s low voice cuts through the air.

“Omega?”

I jump, heart lurching as I turn toward him.

His dark eyes are half-lidded with sleep, hair mussed, his voice rough enough to scrape against my nerves in the best possible way. He reaches out, his big hand finding my belly like it belongs there—broad, warm, possessive.

The weight of it sends a jolt through me.

It feels wildly intimate for some reason.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I manage, offering a shy smile. “I’m okay.”

It’s weird waking up next to a man who rejected me…at least I think he rejected me. Although now that my mind is a little clearer, I’m not really sure what happened last night. It’s possible I overreacted—and Rhett was simply exhausted—but I’m not willing to admit that just yet.

“Good morning,” Myrick says beside me, voice soft and sweet. When I glance over, his dreamy smile nearly undoes me. Blond hair sticks out at odd angles, his face still puffy with sleep, eyes blinking like he’s still not fully awake. He’s beautiful in a boyish, vulnerable way.

“Are you hungry?” he adds. “I can make you whatever you want.” He sounds so eager to take care of me. To make this morning feel… normal.

“Scones sound good,” I say, still lying frozen between them. “I’d love some tea.”

I want to sit up, but something stops me. I shouldn’t move first. Let your alpha set the pace, my instructors always said. Always follow his lead.

“What do you think, alpha?” Myrick asks Rhett, sitting up straighter. “Tea and scones?”

Rhett’s chest expands on a long inhale, and when his gaze finds mine, it’s no longer sleepy. It’s dark . Focused. “I think,” he says slowly, “I didn’t get to kiss this beautiful omega yesterday.”

Everything in me goes still.

Heat crawls up my throat, and I stare at him, wide-eyed. His pupils are blown with lust, making his eyes look black. He takes his time, drinking in every detail of my face like I’m a dish he’s finally allowed to savor.

My stomach flips.

“You haven’t kissed her yet?” Myrick says, shocked.

“Nope,” Rhett murmurs, voice thick and low, as he moves—shifting, rising, caging me in . His arm brushes Myrick’s hip, but his attention is locked on me. He hovers above, his presence like a second gravity.

I don't know where to put my hands. I curl them against my chest, trying to still my breathing. I’m nervous. Shaking. But I want this.

“Why didn’t you kiss her?” Myrick asks, quieter this time.

“It didn’t feel right.” Rhett shifts his hips so he’s practically on top of me. “But I like the way you feel now.” He leans down, and the unmistakable press of his cock nudges my hip. It’s much bigger than the lover I’ve had before.

It's not surprising. He was an omega, but still.

“You feel perfect.” Rhett strokes his fingers down the side of my face, slow and reverent. It’s not just a touch—it’s claiming. “Do you want me to kiss you, little omega?”

I nod, too nervous to speak.

“Words, gorgeous,” he practically purrs. “Tell me exactly how much you want me.”

Excitement pulls deep within me, making my heart pound and my hands tremble. “I want you to, to kiss me.” By the time I get the whole sentence out, my voice is barely a whisper. I’m usually more confident than this. But being this close to an alpha has me so flustered.

“Say it again,” Rhett whispers, brushing the tip of his nose against mine. “Tell me you want me.”

I swallow hard, skin tingling everywhere his hand travels—down my jaw, tracing the line of my throat, pausing over my scent gland. “I want you.”

His eyes sparkle at my words, and he slowly smiles. “Open for me. Let me taste those lips.” His breath is so warm, and his scent is thick as he brings his mouth to mine.

And he kisses me.

It’s gentle at first. A simple brushing of our lips together, but then his lips grow firmer, deepening the kiss with his tongue and hands.

He grips my hip, then my thigh, tugging me closer as he tastes my mouth.

I feel like I’m being consumed, both by the alpha on top of me and also by the lust swirling inside me.

My skin flashes hot, and nipples pull impossibly tight as Rhett’s lips move against mine, kissing me until I’m gasping for breath.

I’ve dreamed many times of being kissed like this.

The passion. The fire. The slick.

My breath comes in gasps between kisses, every nerve lit up like lightning. My nipples tighten beneath the oversized shirt, and slick pools between my thighs as my body responds on instinct.

Yes , my mind thrums. Yours .

“Fuck.” Rhett breaks the kiss, then inhales deeply. His eyes float closed, and Myrick lets out a breathy sigh. Glancing at the beta, he looks lost in a trance, watching Rhett kiss down my jaw and neck. He sucks especially hard right beneath my ear, and my back instinctively arches.

“Keep going,” Myrick encourages him. “She likes it.” The beta smiles down at me as he scratches softly at my scalp. “Make our girl feel good, alpha.”

Our girl.

The simple words affect me deeper than I expected, making me preen as Rhett crawls down my body. He tugs gently at my shirt, exposing my stomach as he bunches the fabric up under my breasts. My pulse begins to race as he moves lower, pressing gentle kisses around my belly button, then over my hip.

Is he going to lick me? I’ve never had a man do that before. “What…” I trail off when Rhett pauses at my panties.

“You look stunning in red.” He slips his fingers over the wet fabric, playing with my quickly growing mess. “I need to taste you.” He hooks a finger in the edge of my panties, then tugs them all the way down my legs and off my feet.

My thighs instinctively press together as my nerves flare.

“It’s okay,” Myrick says gently, scooting a little closer. “He won’t hurt you.” The beta’s fingers trail softly over my exposed belly. “Is this alright?” he asks, and I nod, needing the comfort of his touch—needing him to calm the swirling nerves inside me.

This would be the perfect moment to say something sexy, something bold… but I can’t find the words. I’m too overwhelmed by the alpha staring at my bare sex. I hate that I’m embarrassed.

I’m a grown woman. I’ve had sex before. A man has seen me naked.

In fact, several men have seen me naked if you count doctors.

But lying between these two painfully handsome, rich men, I can’t help the creeping thought that maybe I don’t belong here.

I feel inadequate. Like they could have done so much better than me .

“Autry,” Myrick whispers my name. When I look up into his blue eyes, he smiles. The corners of his eyes crinkle, and a sense of calm settles over me. “That’s a good girl.” He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear before cupping my face. “Just breathe. Let us tend to you.”

I nod, then push out a heavy breath, trying to shake off the last of my nerves. They manage to cling to me, but at least the tense feeling in my gut is gone, despite the alpha still posed directly in front of my pussy.

“You are stunning,” Rhett whispers as he leans down and presses his nose to the hood of my slit. His hot breath fans across my sensitive skin, making me gasp. Hitching one hand under my knee, he pries my thighs apart, lifting one up to my chest.

“Let me help.” Myrick’s long fingers curl around my other leg, then he gently lifts, spreading me wide for our alpha. His blue eyes sparkle as he admires my sex. “So pretty and pink.” But he doesn’t touch me there. He lets Rhett handle my pleasure.

Slowly, Rhett rubs his cheek against my inner thigh, making my eyes flutter and my pulse quicken. He’s coating himself in my scent . A thrill pulls from my chest, and excitement flashes in Myrick’s eyes. The beta looks like he wants this more than anyone else.

Rhett’s nose brushes up against the seam of my sex. Then his tongue flicks out, and he licks me in one long strip.

I gasp and my back arches as he does it again. It feels weird but good. Very good.

“So fucking soft,” he hums as if savoring me.

More slick gathers in my folds as he laps and sucks. His tongue is so warm and wet as it explores every inch of me. This is nothing like a vibrator or a cock. It’s a completely different sensation, and I’m sad I’ve never experienced it before.

A swift, building ache pulls deep inside me, making me squirm and whine. “Please,” I mewl, not really sure what I’m asking for. “Alpha.” My fingers curl in his short hair, pulling him closer to my sex. My hips buck when he finds my clit, and my head falls back.

“Right here, Rhett.” Myrick cups my face, forcing me to look right at him. “Is our alpha making you feel good?”

I’m shocked by his confident question. The shy, sweet beta is gone, replaced by someone a little more sure of himself. Someone a little more commanding.

“Do you want him to keep going?”

I try to nod or speak, but I’m not able to do either with Rhett sucking wildly at my clit. All I can do is moan and squirm.