Page 20 of Toxic Revenge, Part Two (Mafia Omegas #2)

Chapter

Nineteen

TALIA

West’s cock was rock hard, leaking from the tip, and fucking massive .

Conrad and Mercer definitely weren’t small, but West’s dick was something else. The type you had to buy XXL condoms for. A monster in both length and girth.

Now I knew why he’d cautioned me against speaking without knowing what I was getting into.

“Fuck me,” I breathed.

“It might be best if Conrad?—”

I cut West off. “No. You fuck me. Now.”

My inner thighs squeezed his hips, feet digging into his back to draw him closer. The length of his cock rubbed against me, and it barely felt real. He was particularly well-endowed, even for an alpha, his knot swelling at the base.

Huge or not, I could handle him.

Probably.

But I was desperate to try it. We’d finally pushed past his worries enough to get him to fuck me, and I wasn’t losing this chance.

“I could hurt you,” West growled.

“You won’t.”

“Can you fuck her already? At this rate it’s never going to be my turn,” Conrad complained.

“You shouldn’t even be fucking her.” West glared at him. “You’re recovering from a gunshot wound. I doubt you’re cleared for heavy physical activity.”

“This doesn’t count!”

I laughed, reaching down to position West’s cock at my entrance. I was practically gushing slick, his cock covered in it. My core tightened in anticipation, and I lifted my free hand to grab the back of West’s neck. I pulled him down so his lips were almost on mine once again.

“I’ve been waiting for you for long enough, don’t you think?” I asked.

His lips crashed against mine, reigniting the passion we’d started on the roof. My need made electricity rush beneath my skin, and the only way to sate it was to have him.

He pressed his hips forward, the tip of his cock splitting me open. I moaned, shifting my hips to try and take more of him, faster. West didn’t make me wait any longer, filling me up until I was clenched so tight around his length that he couldn’t go further.

Groaning, he broke the kiss. “How are you doing? How does that feel?”

It felt fucking amazing. Like I was filled to the brink and stretched to my limit, to a point where any more would break me in the best way.

“You feel good,” I whispered. “Start moving.”

He went slow, pulling out an inch at a time, then pushing back in. I tried to urge him faster with my legs, but he wasn’t having it. He kept going slower until he was barely moving at all, and I let out a frustrated sound.

“Come on. Fuck me.”

West smirked.

My heart palpitated a bit. Did that mean he was all-in? Was he going to be rough with me in the way he’d promised all those days ago?

“I want to hear you beg, little omega.” His husky tone and the command combined did things to my body.

My pussy fluttered around him. “Please, fuck me, West.”

“Mercer, she can do better than that, right?”

His packmate grinned from further up the bed, his bare chest on display. “She can.”

Even Conrad had stopped letting his impatience get the better of him. He was watching me in awe, his hand fisting his cock.

Shifting around on the bed to try and get more friction from West, I whined some more. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

He thrust into me once and drew back, leaving me empty and aching.

“More, please!”

One more thrust.

“Keep going!” I was practically sobbing at this point, using all my strength trying to haul him closer. He stood steadfast, not letting me move him.

“Think she’s begged enough?” West asked Mercer.

“Yes, but only because we all know she’s been waiting for you forever. Next time we can’t be so easy on her.”

Grabbing my hips, West held me tight as he gave me what I wanted. He fucked me until I was screaming and arching off the bed, orgasm hitting me like a truck.

And he didn’t stop there. He kept going until my entire body was trembling, my nails digging into his arms. His lips brushed mine intermittently, but he couldn’t focus on kissing me and fucking me at the same time. We both needed him to focus on fucking me more.

“Fuck, little omega,” West grunted. “You’re even better than I imagined. Clenching so tight on me… I don’t want to come, because then it’ll be over.”

I laughed breathlessly. “Over? No way. With you all taking turns, we can go all night.”

He groaned, his thrusts stuttering as he was pushed to the edge of his control. I kissed him desperately, another climax building in my core. His cock pushed all the right buttons inside me, and it wouldn’t take much more to shove me over the edge.

All I needed was for him to come, to prove to me that he was in this with me for good, despite our shaky start.

“Talia…” He moaned my name.

I screamed his.

I felt the tension in his body reach a peak and then release all at once as he came. His knot pressed into me, filling me almost to the point of pain as it swelled and locked us together. My core fluttered around him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending I had.

West slumped over me with a satisfied groan, holding me tightly against him. I relaxed into his embrace and took deep breaths of his wool and smoke scent as my body came down from the high—but I didn’t stay satiated for long.

I needed more.

Luckily, my pack wasn’t done with me yet. Mercer smacked West’s shoulder when his knot had deflated and freed us from each other. Then, he maneuvered me out from under West and hauled me up the bed as his packmate grumbled.

“Ready for round two, sweetheart?”

My legs trembled and cum dripped out of me, but I nodded eagerly. Conrad sat off to the side, naked and flushed, his hard cock dripping in his hand. Mercer hadn’t yet taken off his damn pants—typical.

When he grabbed the shirt I’d been wearing, I got the sense he wouldn’t be taking his pants off for a while longer.

“Give me your hands.”

I lifted them, wrists pressed together.

He wrapped the shirt around my wrists and tied it twice, binding me. I tried to move my arms apart but the restraint held tight, keeping my movement at his mercy. He lifted my arms above my head, positioning me to lay down on my back.

“Is that alright?” he asked gently.

“Yes. And I remember the safe word, so you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Let me know immediately if anything upsets you,” he commanded.

I nodded, and he leaned in to give me a single chaste kiss. My body was covered in goosebumps from the sudden lack of contact, the trembling in my limbs diminishing as the sweat dried on my skin.

Desire burned in me; a need to touch and be touched. Mercer was never going to make it that easy for me, though.

He pulled away after the single kiss. He cupped my chin in his hand before running a finger down my throat and then teasing across my shoulder.

His lips trailed along my collarbone next, tongue flicking out to taste me.

I arched into the touch for a second, but then my heart rate inexplicably kicked up into a gallop.

Benjamin’s bondmark throbbed beneath its bandage, pain snaking out from the site in thin tendrils.

I whined in distress, and Mercer was retreating from me before I even had to think about using the safe word. He reached for the restraint, prepared to undo it immediately, but I shook my head.

“No, keep it. It was just…” I swallowed hard. “Your mouth. By my neck. By the…” I trailed off.

His sandalwood and brown sugar scent wrapped around me as he moved close again. He kissed just below my collarbone, trailing down until he’d latched onto my nipple, tongue swirling around it once. “Is this better?” he asked.

“Keep going. I’ll... I’ll tell you.”

He lavished attention on my breasts and my panic faded, tension flooding out of my body. The arousal I’d felt when he’d first started touching me came back tenfold, and I moaned. “Yes, this is better.”

He didn’t stop to reply.

I was perfectly happy for him to keep going.

A hand brushed my forearm, and I turned heavy-lidded eyes in Conrad’s direction. “Can I touch you too?” he asked. “I’ll keep away from your neck.”

“Please.”

Both their mouths and hands on me was beautiful torture, because Mercer didn’t let me get as much stimulation as I wanted.

He sucked at my breasts, finger occasionally circling my clit tauntingly.

Conrad didn’t go against his packmate’s master plan, focusing on trailing his lips up and down my leg, from ankle to waist and back again.

When I was writhing on the bed, slick drenching the sheets beneath me, Mercer smirked up at me. “Conrad, you should fuck her. But don’t let her come.”

“You know my self-control isn’t good enough for that.”

Mercer laughed. “Fine, fuck her mouth so she can’t come.”

Conrad’s scent intensified and he looked up at me with half-lidded eyes. “Won’t say no to that. If it’s OK with you, princess?”

Sucking his cock would be something in the midst of this unending, pleasurable torture. It might not make me come, but giving an orgasm to my alpha was almost as good. “More than OK.”

I wanted to reach out and pull him closer, let his cock slip between my lips, but Mercer held my bound hands above my head. He was in control of how and where I moved, and when I finally got to taste my alpha.

He made me wait a few more painful seconds, his finger playing with my nipple, before he nodded to Conrad. “Straddle her chest.”

Conrad eagerly complied, tilting his cock down to rub the tip against my lips with one hand as he braced himself on the headboard with the other. I opened my mouth, waiting for him to slip himself inside. The taste of him was on my tongue already, and I was desperate for more.

He groaned loudly as he jerked his hips forward, filling my mouth until I gagged. He pulled back just as quickly, doing it all over again.

With Conrad in the way, I couldn’t see what Mercer was doing at all.

He used it to his advantage. One second, his hands were tweaking my nipple, the next there was warm breath brushing my pussy. He didn’t dip his tongue out to taste me, even when I bucked my hips needily.