Page 35 of The Violence of Love (The Black Market Omega #2)

Autry

The morning light filters softly through the gauzy curtains.

It casts a golden haze over the entire living room.

I’m curled up on the curved, plush sectional, legs tucked beneath me, an old, dog-eared paperback open in my lap.

The house is mostly quiet. I can hear the faint hum of the lights, Dolly’s faint snores from under the coffee table, and the occasional whirl of a drill.

Rhett’s putting together my new nest. It was delivered yesterday. The alpha stayed up almost all night, clearing out the guest room next to the primary. I know he needs to go into the office, but it means so much to me that he’s here, making sure I have everything I need.

I hear the shuffle of bare feet on hardwood before I see him.

Charlie stumbles in, hair a complete mess, and his oversized t-shirt hanging loose on his shoulders. He blinks at me, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Without a word, he flops down onto the couch beside me .

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I smile, closing my book halfway. “You look like you lost a fight with your pillow.”

Charlie groans as he rubs the back of his neck. “I think I did.”

I grin and tug gently at his arm. “Come closer. Keep me warm.”

He hesitates, eyes flicking toward the hallway.

It’s obvious he’s still worried about Rhett.

Like he’s waiting for the alpha to burst in here and throw him across the room for looking at me.

I want to remind him that Rhett gave me permission to touch and kiss him, but every time I do, Charlie shakes his head and says he doesn’t want to push it.

“Please.” I shimmy a teeny bit closer to the beta. “I promise to behave.”

Charlie gives me a pointed look, telling me he doesn't believe that for a second. “Really?”

“I just like you,” I say honestly. “I like it when you’re close.”

Charlie’s smile shifts, growing warmer. Obviously touched.

Finally, he lets out a heavy sigh as if he’s been defeated, then he scoots over until our sides press together.

His body radiates heat, so warm and cozy.

I rest my head on his shoulder and breathe him in.

He smells like buttery, warm sugar. The scent that makes my stomach flutter.

“You smell good,” I hum.

“Thanks.” Charlie chuckles softly, his hand resting on my knee. His fingers slip over the silk pink fabric of my pajamas. “I probably smell like sleep and sweat.”

“Nope,” I say, closing my eyes for a second. “You smell like home.”

He goes quiet, and I feel the tension in his body melt a little. In a gentle whisper, he says, “How are you feeling this morning?” His gaze drops to my lap, and my cheeks flame red hot.

I know what he’s actually asking—he wants to know about my bleeding, but I'm still too humiliated to talk about it. Rhett completely overreacted. In fact, he’s still overreacting about the whole thing.

He hasn’t rutted me once all week. He and Myrick have still taken turns licking me and making sure I come every night, but it’s not the same.

I need to be taken.

Filled.

Stretched .

I need to feel the weight of a man on top of me.

It’s crazy how fast my body has grown attached to Rhett and Myrick. Lying in bed with them, touching them while we sleep, feeling their breath in the air. It’s done something to me.

It’s made me almost feral to be with them. Under them. Pressed between them. Consumed by them.

My thoughts twist and heat, until I’m filled with fantasies of the two sexy men, taking turns fucking my weeping hole. Hot. Sexy. Wild. Rough.

And Charlie.

I want Charlie to be there too. Feeding me his cock and petting my hair, telling me what a good girl I am.

Shit .

I jerk at the lurid images dancing in my mind. I feel like a sex-crazed maniac, but I kind of am. My heat is quickly approaching. I can feel it in the tingle of my skin. I probably only have a few days until it hits… I hope .

“Autry?” Charlie’s soft voice pulls me back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” I say, tilting my face up to the beta. Flushed and needy, I let my nose skim along his jaw. “Especially now that you’re here.”

Charlie’s pretty brown eyes soften, and I can see the moment his breath catches. His lips part ever so slightly, and my heart thuds in my chest.

We’ve stolen a few kisses the past few days—quiet, secret moments behind closed doors—and every time, it feels like the first. Like something forbidden and thrilling. Like we might get caught, even though we’re allowed to kiss. But I like sneaking around.

It feels dangerous.

I lift my hand to Charlie’s face, my thumb brushing along the edge of his cheek. He feels freshly shaven, smooth, and soft. Leaning in slowly, I hover my mouth just above his, close enough to feel the warmth of his minty breath. “Your skin is soft,” I whisper, my voice a throaty purr.

Charlie swallows hard, his eyes flicking between my eyes and my mouth. His fingers twitch in his lap like he’s not sure what to do with them.

“Are you okay, beta?” I whisper as I tilt my head slightly and brush my nose against his again.

He shivers. Then nods once. “Yeah. I—” His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, still staring at my mouth. “I…”

Tentative fingers brush against my waist, his palm finding the curve of my hip, then he pulls me toward him. I lean in again, slower this time, lips just grazing his. Teasing him. His lips part in anticipation, and my stomach flips when our mouths finally touch.

The sexy beta immediately takes control. He cups the back of my head with one hand and pulls me closer with the other. My fingers twist in his t-shirt as he grabs a handful of my hair, then jerks, forcing my head back.

“Autry,” he groans against my tongue, and my book falls from my lap, hitting the floor with a smack. “You’re so pretty.”

My body tingles as my folds grow slippery. I shift, trying to get closer. “Charlie.” My hand slips up his thigh, resting on his cock. It feels so good against my palm. Hard and thick. I need it. Unable to stop myself, I stroke him through his shorts, squeezing every beautiful inch.

The floor creaks.

We both freeze.

Charlie pulls back instantly, guilt flashing across his face. His cheeks go crimson as he straightens like he’s just been caught red-handed.

Rhett steps into the room.

He’s shirtless, skin glistening with sweat, chest rising and falling from all the work he’s been putting into my nest. His silver hair is damp and messy, jaw clenched with a small towel flung over his shoulder.

He doesn’t speak.

Charlie practically recoils beside me, like he’s waiting to be ripped limb from limb. But Rhett simply lifts this towel and wipes his face. He doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t narrow his eyes. Doesn’t even stop walking.

“Morning,” he says, casual and calm. Too calm.

Charlie stares at the alpha, breath shallow, heart pounding loud enough that I can feel it in the air between us.

“Don’t let me interrupt.” Rhett steps around the curved sectional, then sits at the far end like he’s settling in for a show. His body is relaxed, but his eyes are intense. Filled with fire. “Please,” he says, gaze fixed on Charlie, “continue.”

The sound of the coffee maker gurgling kicks on in the background, and the air conditioning begins to blow .

Charlie stiffens beside me, his breath hitching somewhere between panic and desire. “Really?” he says to the alpha, eyebrows drawing together. Disbelieving. “You’re... actually okay with this?”

“Yes,” Rhett says, voice low and sure as he leans back, slinging one arm along the back of the couch, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Kiss her,” he commands.

Charlie’s body jerks like he’s just been hit with a live wire. He doesn’t look at Rhett again—he looks at me. Eyes wide. Searching.

My heart races under his gaze, and I give him the smallest nod. A whisper of permission.

And that’s all it takes.

Charlie leans in, slow but hungry, and presses his lips to mine like he’s starved for it.

Like he’s been holding back for days and finally got the green light to let go.

His hand slides into my hair again, fingers curling possessively as he deepens the kiss.

It’s messy and full of want—eager, desperate, sweet.

A low, content hum drifts from the hallway.

Myrick appears, tugging a cashmere sweater over his head, his blonde hair mussed from sleep. He pauses in the archway, eyes landing on the scene unfolding before him.

“Oh,” he says with a very pleased smile. “This is nice.”

“Myrick,” Charlie starts, pulling back like he’s going to flee again. But he’s panicking for no reason.

Myrick doesn’t look fussed at all. He just steps further into the room, voice low and warm.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He plucks a blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it around his shoulders like a cape, then he settles in Rhett’s lap.

“I was wondering when the two of you were going to stop sneaking around,” he adds with a little hum, like he’s watching the sunrise and not the slow unraveling of restraint on the couch.

Charlie, on the other hand, looks overwhelmed, torn between embarrassment and raw, building need. His eyes keep snapping between me and Rhett, chest rising and falling like he’s not sure which way is up.

“Autry,” Rhett’s voice is a low, gruff purr. “Help Charlie relax.” He smirks, making his meaning crystal clear.

My pulse skips at the thought of being watched, but I stifle the thrill. Charlie’s nervous—he needs to be soothed. Not riled up by my giddy excitement.

“It’s okay.” I reach for my sweet beta’s hand, threading my fingers through his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “There’s no need to worry,” I whisper, leaning in close. “We’re a pack. This is normal.”

Charlie stares at me like he wants to believe it—but doubt lingers in his eyes. I know why. Rhett scared the hell out of him that first day. The no-touching rules, the tight boundaries…they were real. And maybe a little harsh.

But they were also temporary.

They had to be.

And now, they’re gone.