Page 56 of The Violence of Love (The Black Market Omega #2)

Then we’re through the living room, and finally down the familiar hallway to my nesting room. All I can feel is the buzz of Oli’s presence beside me. His energy hums in the space between us—nervous, eager, horny .

I’m sure Charlie can feel his mate’s excitement flitting through him, especially if it’s anything like mine.

I’ve been looking forward to connecting with Oli since that moment in the airport when he protected me.

He was so strong and commanding, using his body like a shield against the threat that dared to come near.

Between him and Rhett, I feel almost invincible.

Oli hesitates in the doorway of my nesting room, almost as if he’s scared to enter. “Are you sure?”

I look up at him, and my heart nearly bursts. Deep concern is etched between his brows as his eyes flicker from me to my carefully crafted nest. “Of course, I’m sure.” I tug on his hand, but he doesn’t move.

“I don’t want to ruin it,” he whispers. “You and Charlie put so much work into it.” His deep respect for our nest makes my clit pulse and my heart beat flutter.

“Nests are meant to be lived in, to be a little messy,” I whisper, tugging on his arm again.

This time, he steps forward, hesitant but willing, inching toward the big bed frame.

“They’re made for omegas to sleep and snuggle in.

But more than that,” I pull him to a stop, and turn to face him, “we need our pack’s scent and seed in the sheets.

We need to feel you here, to breathe you in even when we’re alone. ”

He nods, though uncertainty still shadows his face. I know I’m only a year older than him, but right now I feel like an ancient elder, guiding a wide-eyed kid through his very first rite of passage.

“It’s okay.” My fingers find their way around the back of Oli’s neck, pulling him close. The tall alpha leans down for me, hands settling at my waist. I drop my voice to a throaty purr, and whisper, “I need to smell you all over me.”

That seems to do it.

Oli growls softly, his eyes flashing with something fierce and tender all at once. “Yes, ma’am,” he breathes, lips brushing mine in the briefest, most reverent touch. “I’m simply here to follow your orders.”

My nipples instantly pebble and slick gathers.

I don’t know why, but those words thrill me.

The thought of controlling a big, sexy alpha does things to me I didn’t even know I wanted.

With Rhett, I listen and obey without question, and I love that certainty.

But I also like that I have a little more control with Charlie.

I can tease and own him as much as I want.

Myrick needs his own kind of control, so I’ve never pushed him.

But I’ve never told an alpha what to do before.

How far will Oli let me go ?

“You’re waiting for my orders?” I ask softly, needing to hear the words again.

“Yes,” Oli purrs, lips brushing against mine in a gentle, heated touch. I take a quick step back, breaking the contact and making his hand fall away from my hips. He snarls—dark and fierce—but he doesn’t reach for me.

“Take off your clothes.” I narrow my eyes, waiting for him to laugh in my face or issue his own command, but he does neither.

Instead, he smirks, biting his bottom lip like the game has started and he’s never been more excited. Then in one swift movement, he tugs off his shirt and shucks off his pants, standing before me in only a pair of black briefs.

The massive alpha is a masterpiece of strength.

He’s broad and sculpted, muscles rolling beneath smooth skin with every slow, deliberate breath.

His pecs are firm and defined, cut lines tracing the edges like an artist’s careful strokes.

And a deep V dips down toward his waistband, the shadows between each muscle hinting at raw power held beneath the surface.

“Do you want more?” He hooks his thumb in his waistband and tugs ever so slightly. What a tease.

“Yes,” I say firmly, trying to maintain control. But Oli is loving this way too much.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smirks, teasing. Sexy. Then he shoves his briefs down his long, toned legs.

His huge alpha cock is rock hard and jutting straight out at me. Where Rhett’s is long and thick, Oli’s bulges at the base, before narrowing toward the crown. A clear bead of precum pushes from the tip, and my mouth waters.

It’s all so much, and the anticipation is killing me.

I shift, and my slippery folds glide across one another .

“Do you like what you see, omega?” Oli asks, his voice deep and gravelly.

I nod, staring at the soft wrinkles at the bottom of his shaft. They’re from his knot expanding so many times. Oli ruts Charlie constantly. I can even hear them many times throughout the night

“Now what, gorgeous?” Oli asks, palming his balls.

I lick my suddenly very dry lips. “Come closer.” It sounds more like a question, but I set my jaw, making it clear it’s a command.

“Yes, ma’am.” He takes a single step, his cock bobbing as he moves.

I suck in a deep breath, then wrap my hand around his shaft. The second our skin comes in contact, Oli moans, long and loud. My own breath picks up as I jerk him once. Then twice. He’s so fucking hard.

“Take off my clothes.” I release his shaft, then look right at him, waiting. I feel a little stronger now. More confident.

Oli smiles, slow and sexy as he grabs the hem of my shirt. I lift my arms, and it flies away. Then his hands are at my waist. Long fingers curl into my waistband before pulling down. Oli’s eyes flash as my bare pussy is displayed to him, wet and already swollen.

“Fuck me,” he growls, like he’s never seen me naked before. He has. We spent two days locked in Charlie’s bedroom, tending to the omega. But we never touched once during that time. In fact, we barely even looked at each other. I’m sure Rhett had something to do with that.

“On your knees, alpha.” I give him a teasing smile.

Oli’s dark eyes stay locked on mine as he does as he’s told. Moving slowly, he settles on the soft carpet. He’s stunning, looking up at me with wide, eager eyes .

“Lick me,” I say with all the confidence in the world, and Oli smiles widely.

“Yes, ma’am.” He licks his lips as his gaze drops to my pussy. He looks at me like I’m the last damn thing he’ll ever taste—then he leans in.

At first, he simply presses his nose to my slit, inhaling deeply. Then he growls. The vibrations tickle, then morph, sending goosebumps up and down my back and side.

My eyes float closed with the first pass of his tongue. It’s broad and flat, lapping at the slick sticking to my skin. The tip of his tongue hits my clit, and my whole body jolts. Trying to stay upright, I squeeze my thighs together, but the pressure only makes it worse. I’m empty. Needy.

“Oh, my,” I moan, as he licks me, making the pressure in my belly grow.

The faintest rustle of movement pulls my eyes open. Rhett stands in the doorway, leaning casually, one leg carrying most of his weight. He watches with quiet interest, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

There’s something so exciting about being watched.

“Oli,” I whisper the alpha’s name. He stops licking me and I can feel him looking up, waiting.

I slowly tear my attention away from Rhett and turn to Oli.

I cup the alpha’s face in my hands. He’s so handsome—rugged and strong, yet with a softness in his eyes that’s all eagerness to please.

And I can’t wait to see what they look like when he’s splitting me in two. “Fuck me.”

Oli’s eyes flash, his chest heaving with excitement. “Any way I want?”

My gaze flickers back to Rhett. The pack alpha’s smile grows, and he palms his growing cock through his pants.

“Yes.”

In one smooth motion, Oli is on his feet and I’m flung over his shoulder. A startled gasp escapes me as my feet leave the floor, hands instinctively clutching his shoulders.

“Wow,” I gasp, half laughing, half breathless.

Firm hands, squeeze my ass, slapping one cheek especially hard, then I’m tossed into my nest. Soft blankets and pillows puff up around me and Charlie’s delicious scent fills my lungs.

“Are you ready for me?” Oli towers over me with that proud, dangerous look that makes my stomach flutter. It’s that teasing, alpha energy he wears so well.

“Yes,” I nod as I slowly part my thighs. Slick trickles, rolling down my ass and between my cheeks.

Oli bends, hand outstretched, but then he freezes. “Omega,” he glances at the soft mattress. “Can I come into your nest?” He almost sounds unsure, like he’s worried he’s asking wrong.

It makes me smile, then purr, “Yes. alpha. You may.”