Page 47 of The Violence of Love (The Black Market Omega #2)

Myrick

I don’t know what to do first—check on Rhett and Oli or Autry and Charlie. I won’t be much help in controlling a feral alpha, but I can’t leave Rhett to take care of it all by himself. Then a deafening roar cuts through the house.

“Nope.” I pivot and step into Charlie’s room, heart hammering, not sure what I’m about to walk into.

Autry’s sitting next to Charlie on the bed, touching his face like he’s made of glass. Her other hand hovers near his neck, not quite touching his skin. It’s red.

Blood .

He’s been bitten.

Shock slams into me, and I stagger backwards. Autry’s expression is twisted like mine—filled with shock, fear, something close to grief. Like something she never believed could happen, just did.

And I have to agree.

It doesn’t make sense. Alphas don’t crave betas with this kind of desperation.

And even if they did, a beta can walk away from an alpha even after being mated.

There’s no intense biological bond or physical side effects for us.

Charlie could kick Oli out of his life, and nothing would change.

It’s simply not worth it for alphas to force a mating on our kind.

“Autry?” I take a deep breath as I step closer, and a wall of scent slams into me.

Sweet.

Thick.

Wrong .

I swallow hard, confused by how strong it is.

As a beta, I’m not wired to pick up scent the way alphas or omegas are.

But this? It's overwhelming. I look at Charlie again—sweating, pale, trembling while his cock leaks all over the place. And there’s so much fluid soaked into the sheets beneath him. What is that?

—and suddenly it hits me.

I take a slow, stunned breath. “He’s an omega.”

Autry doesn’t look up. “Don’t say that,” she snaps, like I’m making a bad joke.

“I’m serious. You have to smell it.” I gesture at the room, the bed, Charlie.

“It’s slick.” My gaze falls to the damp sheets under him—dark and spreading.

Slick is everywhere—his thighs and hips, gushing from his abused ass like a fucking river.

“He’s going into heat…or he’s already in it?

” I shake my head, my words barely making sense even as I say them.

“That’s what’s been happening to him,” I whisper, shocked.

“Charlie is a beta ,” Autry snaps. “He’s always been a beta. He’s twenty-five freaking years old, Myrick! Who the hell transitions that late?” She sounds so angry.

“I know,” I say quietly, trying to calm her.

Reaching out, I place my hand on her shoulder and she finally turns to me.

Her hazel eyes are wild, brimming with so much fear.

“No one transitions this late,” she says again, voice shaking.

“It doesn’t…It can’t—” She lets out a frustrated little growl, unable to finish the thought. “It doesn’t happen .”

I move carefully as I sit next to her, like I’m approaching a wounded animal. “Maybe it does,” I say softly. “Maybe it’s rare. But Autry… look at him. Listen to him. You think any beta smells like that?”

She doesn’t answer.

Charlie stirs on the bed, moaning softly. His hands curl into the sheets and his scent spikes again. We both go still.

Autry covers her mouth with one hand, like she’s about to cry. Or scream.

And all I can think is: We were too late to stop this.

Oli mated him.

And now we have to figure out what the hell we’re going to do next.

“Hurts,” Charlie’s chin quivers as he begs. “Puh—” His back bows, lifting clear off the mattress as he lets out a horrible scream. It makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise and my throat squeezes tight.

“He needs help.” Autry seems to snap out of it. “He’s in pain.” She tugs her nightgown off in one swift motion, baring her whole body.

I hesitate, not sure how to help. Omegas in heat need knots. Not betas.

“Don’t be scared, Charlie,” Autry says softly as she lifts one leg and straddles his flushed, trembling body. “I’m going to help.” She reaches between them, grabbing his shaft, then she sinks down, sucking his raw cock deep inside her.

Charlie winces, a choked sound escaping his throat—but then the tension in his body starts to ease. It’s like magic. Her pussy instantly relieving something primal.

“That’s right,” Autry purrs, and her eyes float closed. “Such a good omega,” she moans, then moves.

I’m transfixed, watching Autry’s plush curves sway and bounce as she eases Charlie’s pain. She’s gorgeous and so calm, letting her instincts guide her.

And I—I’m standing here, second-guessing everything. Afraid that one wrong move from me could make everything worse. I want to help, but I don’t know how .

What if I touch either one of them wrong?

Or say the wrong thing and send both omegas in a spiral of fear and distress?

I glance toward the hallway. Rhett’s still dealing with Oli. I want to wait for him—to let him take control like always. But he’s not here. And Charlie needs relief now .

“Rick…”

My name comes out of Charlie in a broken whisper.

I turn toward him, and his eyes lock onto mine—wide, glassy, full of fear. He reaches for me with one shaking hand, his fingers barely steady enough to hold themselves up.

“I need—” Charlie’s breath catches again, shallow and sharp “—You. Please,” he whines high in his throat, and my heart stumbles in my chest.

He's not asking for Rhett or Oli. Not Autry. But me .

“Myrick!” Autry yells, and I flinch at the sound of her voice. “Help me.” She bounces harder, faster, grinding down on Charlie in a way that has my cock leaking inside my briefs. But her movements aren’t settling Charlie anymore. He lets out a painful grunt, and more tears leak from his eyes .

“Get naked!” Autry screams at me, but all I can do is blink at her, frozen.

“What?”

“Charlie needs more than just me,” Autry says, her voice low and tense. She doesn’t look at me as she leans forward, bracing her hands gently on Charlie’s chest to steady herself. “He’s scared, Myrick. And I… I’ve never done this with a male without a vibrator or a knotting simulator.”

“Okay.” I nod, even though my chest is tightening with nerves.

My fingers fumble at the hem of my pajama shirt. I tug it over my head, my hands shaking as I let it fall to the floor. The air is cold against my skin, and I hesitate again when I reach for the waistband of my pants. But Charlie whimpers softly, curling in on himself, and that’s all it takes.

I strip down completely naked, then I take a slow breath, trying to quiet the storm in my own head. This isn’t about me. It’s not about being confident or knowing what to do.

It’s about tending to my omegas. Both of them.

Fuck! How did this happen?

“I’m here,” I whisper, placing one knee on the bed. I crawl up beside Charlie’s head, careful and slow. His eyes flutter open again, and he looks at me like he’s not sure if I’m real. “It’s okay,” I tell him, pressing my palm to his chest. “Just breathe.”

Not sure what to do, I decide to do what I like.

Gently, I reach down between him and Autry and wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock.

His skin is hot. Wet with precum and his and Autry’s slick.

He shakes against me for a few seconds, his whole frame drawn tight like a bowstring.

But then, bit by bit, I feel him start to ease as I begin to squeeze the bottom of his shaft.

I don’t know if this is what he needs, but it seems to help.

“Keep going.” Autry smiles sweetly at me, her eyes half-hooded with lust as she rocks against my hand. She grinds down, rubbing her clit against the back of my hand. She looks as wound up as Charlie, her face flushed and her toes curling.

Charlie’s breathing evens out, and he begins to moan.

For a moment, I think he’s finally getting what he needs—his body softening, his face no longer pinched in pain. But then his hand twitches against my leg, and suddenly he’s reaching.

Fingers—shaky but insistent—curl around my waist, tugging me closer. There’s a quiet desperation in his movements that steals the air from my lungs. It’s not panic. It’s need. Urgent and real.

My heart stutters as I shift toward him, letting him pull me closer. Then his mouth opens, and before I can stop him, Charlie sucks my cock right into his mouth.

The flustered omega hums with pleasure as he sucks me to the back of his throat. His tongue laps at my shaft, pulling at my hips with a neediness I’ve never felt before.

And fear grips me.

My body goes stiff, for a moment. My brain doesn’t mean to panic—but it does, a reflex carved deep from things I’d rather not remember. Too many nights where pleasure was a trap, and where soft touches came with sharp words and sharper consequences.

But this…this doesn’t feel dangerous.

It feels good.

I like it .

And that’s what makes it terrifying.

Do it for Charlie , I tell myself despite the shame pulsing in my veins. Not wanting to fall over, I pull my hand free, then place it next to Charlie’s head, holding myself steady while he works so hard to make me feel good, but I suddenly feel like a fraud.

I don’t deserve this. His comfort. His trust. His hands on my skin like I’m something worth savoring.

And then more guilt hits me as I realize I’ve never even let Autry touch me like this.

She’s asked so many times to suck me or ride me, but I always pull away.

I insist on going down on her, or watching Rhett rut her.

Because I don’t deserve her. She’s too perfect.

And she has spent weeks trying to reach me, but I’ve kept her at arm’s length.

And now here I am, letting Charlie drink me down like it’s nothing. Like I deserve it.

Instant regret twists in my gut, hot and fast, making the back of my eyes sting. Ashamed, I glance over at Autry, expecting to see betrayal—or worse, hurt.

But the pretty omega is smiling.

Soft and full and real. Her eyes glisten, but not with jealousy. She’s watching us with this quiet kind of pride, like we’re something beautiful she’s grateful to witness.

She loves this.

She loves me , even now as she rides our sweet omega.

But somehow…that makes it worse.

I look away, heart hammering as I hang my head. I don’t deserve this. Any of it. I want to run from this room and never look back, but I can’t. Not now. Not when Charlie’s touching me like I’m keeping him alive.

Not when Autry’s working so selflessly to ease Charlie's pain.

I can’t leave, and I won’t .

“Myrick.” Autry cups my cheek, forcing me to look at her. “Beta,” her voice is sweet but throaty, laced with something almost dominant. “Come for me. Now .” Her voice drops as she says the last word, just like Rhett’s does, and my body instantly obeys.

My hips buck forward, pushing deep into Charlie's throat. He sputters, then sucks right as I break apart. I grunt as my orgasm fills Charlie's mouth, dripping from the corners of his lips as he struggles to swallow all of it.

It’s wild and messy and so very sinful.

A muffled noise breaks free from my throat as I slowly lift up, pulling my already softening cock from Charlie’s mouth. The male omega looks blissed out, belly full as Autry keeps rolling her hips.

“Open, for your beta.” Autry tugs Charlie's jaw down, forcing him to show me his empty mouth. “He swallowed every drop.” She smiles like she’s proud. “Tell Charlie what a good boy he is, Myrick.”

I nod and swallow hard, trying to force down the lump in my throat. “Such a good boy.” My voice is hoarse.

“Myrick?” Rhett’s deep voice is right in my ear, his big body curling around mine. “Did he suck you off?” He sounds hopeful. Maybe even thrilled.

I nod again, too emotional to say the words out loud.

“Looks like we have two good boys.” Rhett kisses the side of my neck, nuzzling our mating bite, then he reaches forward, tapping Charlie’s lips.

The omega opens eagerly, and Rhett strokes his tongue, petting him.

“Autry?” Rhett’s commanding tone makes her freeze in place.

“Sit on Charlie’s face while I fuck him raw.

Myrick?” My sexy, strong alpha looks at me.

“Do you want to watch, my love? Or do you want to jerk Charlie off?”

My heart blooms, relief and gratitude washing over me .

“Oh yes.” Autry’s head falls back as she straddles Charlie’s head. I can already see his tongue at work.

“I’ll help.” I reach down and grab Charlie's shaft as Rhett takes his place between the omega’s legs.

But right before he thrusts into the delirious omega, Rhett captures my chin and brings his face closer.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, then he kisses me softly.