Page 6 of The Violence of Love (The Black Market Omega #2)

“Puh-please.” Myrick’s voice trembles as he looks up over his shoulder, those big blue eyes begging me to stop—but not yet.

Not until I’m finished. “Rhett,” he whispers, eyes fluttering closed as he melts into the pleasure, losing himself completely.

His hand starts moving again, jerking himself in time to my thrusts. “Oh, god. Alpha,” he moans loudly.

“That’s a good boy.” I pick up my pace.

Myrick lets out a strangled noise when I palm his ass, squeezing hard. My balls draw up, and heat flashes up the back of my legs. I can hear Brock walking through the house, but I refuse to pull out until I’ve come.

All my senses drill down, blocking out the sound of footsteps down the hall, zeroing in on my perfect mate pinned beneath me.

Myrick sucks in a painful breath as hot cum spurts from his cock.

It coats the back of my hand, dripping all over my fingers.

I thrust into him two more times, then pleasure explodes.

My orgasm slams into me, and my vision blurs for a moment.

I slowly pull my arm out from under him, then guide my beta forward, letting him rest on the bed.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when the bedroom door flings open.

My brother curses under his breath before immediately slamming it shut.

“Oh my god!” Myrick buries his face in the comforter, cheeks burning.

I chuckle low, the sound rough with amusement. “Serves him right for not knocking.” I slowly pull my cock out of Myrick’s ass, admiring the thick white fluid trickling out of him.

Leaning over, I grab one of my pocket squares out of the duffle bag. I bunch up the silky blue fabric, then push it inside my mate’s abused hole, plugging him up. “This will keep my cum where it belongs.”

Myrick nods, his chest still rising and falling. He’s used to me plugging him up after I’ve filled him.

It’s definitely a kink of mine.

It’s going to be torture to be away from him.

“Rhett?” Brock knocks on the bedroom door. “You two done?”

“It’s polite to knock before barging into someone’s house,” I say as I tuck my cock back into my dress pants. I’m still hard, and could probably come again, but I have a flight to catch.

The door cracks open, and Myrick quickly pulls his shirt on. The black fabric grows wet against his stomach, soaking up the cum smeared there. It takes everything in me not to suck it dry.

“Hey, Brock.” Myrick jerks his pants up, avoiding Brock’s gaze like the plague as he rushes to the bathroom.

“Remember what I said,” I call after my beta, voice low and steady. He stops, looks back at me, cheeks flushing bright red. “No cleaning up.”

“I know,” he mumbles, ducking inside.

I glance at Brock, who’s still standing awkwardly by the door. “You’re late. Said you’d be here by nine.” My phone reads half past ten.

“Yeah. Sorry.” He pushes his hands into his pockets, avoiding my eyes. “Had a thing.”

I let out a slow, tense breath. No point in pushing.

This is who he is. “You look decent.” I don’t say he doesn’t look strung out because there’s no need to be crass.

“How are things?” I ask, but I’m really waiting for him to get to the point.

He only comes to see me when he wants something—money or a place to crash for a few nights.

But it’s been a while. About nine months. Maybe even longer.

Brock shifts, scanning the room like he hasn’t been here in ages. “You went totally gray,” he says, eyes going wide. I don’t know why he’s surprised. I was already going gray the last time we saw each other. That’s what happens when you’re forced to take over the family business all by yourself.

“He’s a silver fox!” Myrick’s voice echoes from the bathroom, making me smirk.

“You didn’t say what you needed on the phone.” I unzip my duffle bag, making sure everything’s packed.

“Yeah.” Brock leans against the dresser, eyes drifting to the flier on the nightstand. He picks it up. “Rhett...Wow. So, you’re really getting a black market omega?”

I nod, regretting I told him. It’s not that I don’t trust him with the secret, but I don’t like having to defend myself. I was feeling vulnerable when he called.

So stupid.

“This is a big decision,” Brock says, voice tight. He’s stiff, like something’s wrong.

“What’s going on?” I ask, eyeing his tense jaw and rigid posture. “You in trouble again?”

He opens his mouth, but Dolly pushes up onto her hind legs, pawing at his shins. “Get down.” He kicks out, making Dolly scurry under the bed.

I frown at my brother, annoyed. While I’m not a fan of the damn dog, I’m also not a monster. He’s a tiny, eight-pound pile of fur. A few pats to the head wouldn’t kill Brock.

“Have you thought this through?” Brock plops down in the sitting chair in the corner of the room. He spreads his legs wide, rubbing the tops of his thighs. “Getting an omega from the black market is risky. You can’t return her if it doesn’t work out.” His gaze locks on mine, and I stiffen.

“Why would I return her?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.

“You know...” Brock shrugs, and my agitation rises. “Jason?—”

“Don’t say his fucking name,” I whisper harshly, glancing toward the bathroom. I don’t want Myrick to overhear. “That fucker has nothing to do with this.”

Brock sucks in a deep breath, then rubs the back of his neck. “All I’m saying is that breaking up with a mate is hard. I mean, it’s been what? A year? Myrick has barely mourned losing Jason, and now you’re adding an omega when you don’t have a proper pack?—”

“Myrick is my pack,” I snap, voice low but fierce. “He and I can manage an omega on our own.” I flash my teeth. “Don’t ever talk about Jason again. You have no idea what he put us through. You’ve been too busy getting high and fucking up your own life to notice mine.”

It’s a shitty thing to say, but it’s true.

“Sorry.” Brock bows his head like he’s been struck.

Good . “I know you don’t like to talk about him.

Why it ended or—” He cuts himself off when he takes in my hard expression.

None of this is appropriate, and he fucking knows it.

“All I’m saying is, black market omegas have a lot of unknown factors.

” He slowly stands, walking toward me. “You probably won’t spend much time with her before claiming her, you won’t be able to fly her out of the Northern Territory because she’s undocumented, and for all you know, she could have all kinds of health or behavioral issues. ”

I glare at my brother, both livid and touched by his concern.

But it’s a little too late for him to pretend like he cares.

We stopped being those kinds of brothers when he went to prison.

I pulled every favor I had to get him a lighter sentence.

He only got three years, which is supposedly short for arson, but Brock was still pissed.

I think he was angry I wasn’t able to get him off, and I was disappointed he got caught.

In the end, it pretty much ruined our bond.

It’s been five years, and now I only see him when he wants something.

“I’m worried about you,” he says quietly.

I bite back a bitter laugh. “I’m not the one—” The floorboards creak in the living room. Mint. Another alpha. “Did you bring someone?” I ask, nostrils flaring at the unmistakable scent.

“Yeah.” Brock shrugs like it’s no big deal. “An old buddy. Looking for work up north. I owed him a favor and told him I’d give him a ride.”

“That you’d give him a ride?” I ask pointedly. “Are you going up north too?” We both know he isn’t. He knew I was heading that way and decided to pressure me into giving one of his druggie friends a lift. Not going to happen.

“Come on.” Brock smacks my arm like we’re pals. “Oli’s a good guy. You’re taking the jet. It won’t cost you anything.”

I clench my jaw, breathing slow. “Last time I did a favor for your friends, my house was robbed and my car stolen.” I grab my phone. “I’m not sneaking one of your prison buddies into the Northern Territory.”

Brock grits his teeth. “He’s not a prison buddy. He’s a friend.” He pulls in a deep breath before adding, “He’s my only friend lately.”

“Whatever.” I push past him, ready to kick this fucker out of my house.