Page 22 of The Violence of Love (The Black Market Omega #2)

“You’re such a good omega,” Myrick praises me sweetly.

“Letting Rhett taste your pussy like this. Such a good little mate.” His sweet words fill me with pride, making my heart swell.

The look on my face makes Myrick smile too, and he lets out a little laugh.

“Oh, our omega likes to be praised. Don’t you, pretty girl?

” He nods, encouraging me to do the same.

“Yuh, yes.” I moan when Rhett growls, sending the vibrations straight through to my core. His tongue pushes into my entrance, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. His alpha tongue is broad and long, filling me shockingly deep. There’s no stretch of a cock, but it eases the ache inside.

Rhett’s nose bumps my clit as he spears me over and over with his tongue. He dips lower a few times, tonguing my ass before moving back up to my clit all over again.

My core tightens and my thighs tense as his tongue works in deeper, flicking faster.

My hands flail in the air, trying to find something to hold on to.

My fingers brush against Myrick’s hip, then trail down, teasing the tip of his hard cock through his pajama pants.

I reach out, wanting to make him feel good too, but the beta grabs my hand, pulling it away before I can get a real feel of him.

“Come for your alpha, Autry,” Myrick urges me. “Cover his face in your slick.”

Everything else falls away—Myrick’s soft compliments and Rhett’s muffled growls—and I focus entirely on the pleasure building inside me.

“Come!” Rhett commands as his fingers dig into my hips. The barking command coupled with the slight biting pain sends me over the edge.

A ragged moan erupts from my throat as pleasure sucks me under. I’m instantly embarrassed at making such a savage sound, but I also can’t stop as my pussy continues to flutter on Rhett’s tongue. He keeps moving, letting me feel every wonderful wave of my orgasm.

Once my body settles, Rhett finally slides his tongue out of me. He laps at my sex, cleaning all the slick off my inner thighs and swollen folds. When he licks the edges of my butt cheeks, I let out a little squeak.

“How does she taste?” Myrick asks when Rhett sits up.

“Like heaven.” The alpha plants his hand next to my hip, then leans forward, reaching for Myrick. He curls his big hand around the back of Myrick’s neck, then pulls the beta to him, kissing him forcefully. I can see Rhett’s tongue push deep into Myrick’s mouth, forcing him to taste me.

It’s insanely hot.

My gaze drops to the front of Rhett’s briefs. The fabric is tented, giving me a lovely view of how long he is. I want him inside me .

I want to feel the bite and sting of being rutted by an alpha. My alpha.

“Rhett?” I whimper as I lift my hips, hoping to tempt him. “Please.”

Rhett breaks the kiss with Myrick, and for a moment, they both look down at me—like I’m something precious, something worth savoring.

Rhett looms above, all power and heat, his broad chest rising with each slow breath.

His arms flex as he shifts, thick with muscle and traced with soft, winding veins.

Why is that so hot? There’s something primal about it—like proof of his strength, his control.

And Myrick… he watches with a sexy, lopsided grin, eyes gleaming with anticipation. There’s a wickedness in his gaze, a kind of teasing excitement, like he’s waiting to see what Rhett does next—and loving every second of it.

“Does our girl need to be filled?” Rhett murmurs, his voice like gravel and smoke as he nudges his nose against mine, making my lips twitch into a shy smile.

“Yes, please,” I whisper, my voice soft and a little shaky. I really want to demand that he claim me, to push his mark deep into my skin and soul. Take me. Own me. Tie us together so no one will ever be able to separate us. But I don’t say that. I can’t.

Omegas don’t demand things from their alphas. That’s the golden rule. We wait. We submit. We earn what we’re given.

“How about we start by removing this?” Rhett’s hand drifts up my ribcage, pushing the gray t-shirt a little higher. He cups the underside of one breast, and my nipples turn into stiff peaks, eager to be sucked.

But right as Rhett moves to lift my shirt, something buzzes, then rings loudly.

Myrick jumps slightly, startled by the buzz of Rhett’s phone, and in a flash, the alpha is off me—his weight gone, heat vanishing—leaving my skin cold and my thighs still parted, slick and throbbing. He snatches the device from the bedside table, his expression hardening.

I try not to frown, but disappointment tugs at my features before I can stop it. Who gets up in the middle of this to answer a phone?

“Is everything okay?” Myrick asks, his voice low and serious, like he already senses something important. My irritation melts into concern, and I press my knees together, worried for my alpha.

“It’s Jannis,” Rhett says, eyes still locked on the screen.

Myrick straightens. “Yeah?” His tone lifts as if hopeful.

“He’s a few blocks south,” Rhett says, glancing at the beta. “He wants to stop by. Says he’ll be here in thirty.” And then, without another word, Rhett disappears into the bathroom.

My core still pulses. My skin still aches. I blink, stunned by how quickly the moment flipped from intimate to business.

“Is everything okay?” I ask Myrick, trying to ground myself.

His smile is sweet, a complete contrast to the hungry expression he wore a moment ago. “Rhett’s trying to sell his family’s business to Cooper Jannis,” he explains, gently brushing a few strands of hair off my cheek. “It’s been this long, frustrating dance. Mr. Jannis has been…non-committal.”

“He’s been dragging his fucking feet,” Rhett barks, as he emerges from the bathroom fully dressed—slacks, polo, styled hair.

It's like he transformed in seconds. I blink at him, a little impressed. And a little hurt. “We’ve been in talks for months, but the old man refuses to draft anything binding,” Rhett adds, checking his phone again.

“Maybe he’s ready to move forward?” Myrick says in a hushed tone. He speaks like this is all one big secret. I feel so privileged that they’re sharing it with me. I understand that I’m technically a member of their pack, but I’m still basically a stranger.

“I’m not going to hold my breath.” Rhett lifts the phone to his ear. “Shannon? I need the projections for next quarter. Yes. The revised ones. And the growth metrics from the Cooper proposal, too.” His voice is sharp, all business now.

“Come on.” Myrick touches my knee, his tone instantly warm again. “Why don’t you wash up? I’ll make your tea.”

A shower and something fresh from the oven does sound heavenly, especially with my nerves still tangled up in last night and this morning. “Okay,” I whisper, tugging down the hem of my shirt as I inch toward the edge of the bed.

Rhett’s eyes flicker to me, then back to the wall, his phone still pressed to his ear.

“Take your time,” Myrick says from the doorway, pausing to give me a look so tender it makes my heart skip. Like I’m not just wanted—but treasured. “I’ll have everything ready when you’re out.”

Rhett ends the call and crosses the room again, this time without the tension he carried before. “Come on,” he murmurs, threading his fingers through mine. “I’ll start the shower for you.”

Something blooms inside me—warm and fluttering. So this is what it’s like to be taken care of.

At the threshold of the bathroom, he turns, leaning in close.

His voice drops to a rumble meant only for me.

“I’m sorry I left you like that, sweetheart.

This meeting’s important, but I swear—I’m going to make it up to you.

” He brushes his knuckles over my cheek.

“Once I get back from the office tonight, I’m going to own every inch of you. ”

A fresh rush of heat moves through me, and I nod, unsure if I can speak.

They want me, I repeat in my mind as Rhett twists the knobs and steam begins to rise. They want me. They want me.

The fear from last night hasn’t disappeared entirely—but in this moment, it feels a little farther away.