Page 36 of The Violence of Love (The Black Market Omega #2)

“Close your eyes,” I whisper, brushing a soft kiss against the corner of Charlie's mouth. “Lie back and let me feel you.”

He nods, his throat working as he swallows hard, then tips his head back, eyes finally shut.

I glance over at Rhett. He’s watching, calm and confident, a slow, sexy smile playing on his lips before he gives me a wink that sends a jolt straight through me.

This new freedom is intoxicating .

It has my body buzzing with a warm, electric thrill that curls low in my belly and spreads through my limbs. My heart races, not from nerves, and I slide off the couch, tucking myself between Charlie’s legs.

“Is this okay?” I slip my hands up his thighs, pushing his thin gym shorts up a tiny bit. My nails dance over his exposed skin, and a slight tremor works through him.

“Yeah.” He already sounds breathless. His gaze sweeps over to Rhett, but I don’t follow it—I stay focused on him, waiting.

Watching. Whatever Rhett does, it works.

I see the tension ease from Charlie’s shoulders as his expression softens.

Then his dark brown eyes meet mine. “Okay,” he says, voice steadier now—low, a little husky. “I’m good.”

I nod and rise up onto my knees. “Let me know if you want me to stop.”

“Okay.”

I smile sweetly, trying to settle the last of his nerves. “You feel very good.” I push my hands over his very hard dick, and my mouth waters. “Hmmm,” I hum, squeezing his shaft. “I can feel the veins on your cock.” I lean in, hovering my hips over his. “Can I lick them?”

Charlie gives me an eager nod, and his chest rises and falls fast. “Please.”

Moving slowly, I press my lips to his, kissing him softly as I curl my fingers into his waistband. Then I tug. He shifts, letting me drag his shorts down his thighs and over his knees.

“That’s a good boy,” I whisper, praising him the same way I like. I’m not sure if Charlie’s into that kind of thing, but the rosy flush in his cheeks tells me he likes it. “Oh, my.” I gasp when I lean back, finally looking at him.

His cock is perfect.

Not too big or small. Not too thick or thin.

It’s a perfect handful that fills the palm of my hand.

Not able to hold back any longer, I open my mouth wide, then pull him into my mouth.

The second he slides across my tongue, I realize I’ve only done this one other time.

And it was in the middle of my heat. I’m nervous I won’t do it right, but based on the deep moan pulling from Charlie’s chest, I’m doing okay.

I let instinct take over, eager to please both of my betas and my alpha. I want to give them a good show.

My tongue glides over Charlie’s shaft, gliding toward the base, then all the way back up again. I suck him down until he hits the back of my tongue. I pause long enough to fill my lungs, then I force my head lower so he hits my throat. I gag then choke, splattering spit all over Charlie’s shaft.

Embarrassment makes my face flush hot, but Myrick sucks in a sharp breath, telling me he liked it.

“Fuck,” Rhett growls like it’s the greatest sound he’s ever heard. “Don’t stop, beautiful. Make him come.” His encouragement grips me, and I start sucking again. I hollow my cheeks, bobbing my head up and down over and over again.

Charlie’s hands skim over my shirt, palming my breasts through the fabric. “Autry.” His head falls back onto the couch, his face scrunching up with pleasure. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Good.” Rhett’s deep voice is right behind me. “Fill her mouth, beta.” There’s movement above me, and I glance up, cock still stuffed in my throat.

Rhett tugs Charlie’s shirt off, revealing the beta’s bare body to all of us.

He’s not built like Rhett—no thick ropes of muscle or broad, intimidating lines. Charlie’s frame is smaller, more delicate, but still strong in its own way. His chest is smooth and firm, lean without being hard, and his stomach is trim with the softest curve that makes my mouth water.

He’s beautiful.

And he’s mine.

Ours .

My gaze lands on the faint scar, curling around the beta’s hip, catching the light like a silver thread. I reach for it, fingers brushing the puffy line as I lower my mouth to him, and suck.

His words from the boarding house echo in my mind: Alphas love scars. They tell the world you're a badass.

I hope he’s right.

I want Rhett to see this scar and think the same thing I do—that Charlie is strong and brave, and worthy . I want Rhett and Myrick to fall in love with every part of this beta the way I already have. Every mark. Every soft edge. Every piece of him deserves to be cherished.

“Autry,” Charlie hisses my name when I swallow, sucking especially hard. “I’m close.” His face scrunches up like it’s painful to hold on.

“That’s right.” Rhett sits next to Charlie, watching us with lust-filled eyes. He’s loving this. “Be a good boy. Make our omega swallow you up.”

“Yes…I…Nnnghh!” Charlie moans loudly as his cock twitches against my tongue. His body tenses, fingers channeling tightly through my hair.

Then heat floods my mouth, and I hum.