Page 21 of Toxic Revenge, Part Two (Mafia Omegas #2)

Mercer barely gave me any stimulation at all, sticking with caresses and kisses that drove me to insanity. One part of me was being used like I needed, but the other parts—the ones that would give me my pleasure too—were hopelessly neglected.

And I couldn’t even complain.

Because my mouth was full.

I whined around Conrad’s cock, and he pulled out with a hiss. “Fucking hell. Don’t make those noises when I’m in your mouth unless you want me to come immediately.”

Licking my lips, I strained my wrists against the restraints. I really couldn’t do a single thing. Not even dig my fingers into his hips to pull him back to me again. Nothing was within my control, and I loved the freedom it gave me.

I hated the freedom it gave Mercer to fucking torture me.

“Maybe I want you to come,” I said.

He brought his hand down to wrap around his knot and squeeze. “Mercer hasn’t even started fucking you yet. I want to steal as much time in your mouth as I can.”

“Mercer better start fucking me soon, or I’m going to ask you to.”

I yelped when a hand connected roughly with my inner thigh, the slap stinging.

“Patience, princess,” Mercer admonished. “You’ll get what you want when you’re good and ready.”

“I am ready.”

Another slap, this one to my other thigh. The sting was delicious; more stimulation than anything else he’d been doing to me. At this point, I would continue to be a brat in order to get it.

“You will be soon,” he promised.

His tone was finally husky. Soon, his arousal would get the best of him, and I would have him like I wanted.

Conrad pressed his cock back into my mouth, no longer at the brink of orgasm. He slid his hand through my hair, holding my head in place for him to use.

Mercer slid his fingers into my core, only letting me have them for half a breath. I wanted to scream in frustration. My hips bucked, and I tried to find him and drag him closer with my legs, but he only laughed. “I said soon. The more you try to rush me, the longer I’m going to take.”

I bucked my hips one more time—for good measure—before begrudgingly settling down.

The alphas were supposed to satisfy the omega, weren’t they? Why was he so obsessed with making sure I was thoroughly un satisfied?

I wanted to hate it, but I didn’t. When I got what he was withholding, it would be more intense than if he’d given it to me right away. He’d taught me that already.

As Conrad fucked my mouth, my body waited in hopeful anticipation of Mercer’s touch.

His length slid along my pussy, gathering slick, and I moaned around Conrad’s cock. He cursed.

Mercer rubbed his tip around my clit a few times until I arched off the bed, nearly choking on Conrad. Then he slid his wet length down until he could press inside me. One painstaking inch at a time.

I was non-stop moaning around Conrad’s length, and his thrusts were getting erratic and rough. He was on the brink—and finally, so was I. When Mercer had seated himself fully inside me, his knot pressed to my clit, I wrapped my legs around him and bucked my hips frantically.

He couldn’t take it from me this time. I needed this climax like I needed to breathe.

Grabbing my hips, he helped me grind on him.

Conrad slid himself down my throat one last time before freezing and releasing a long, low moan. I swallowed down every drop as he came, his cock pulling out of my mouth just as my eyes rolled back with my own release.

My body was limp but not sated, because there was something very important missing. I hadn’t made Mercer come, and I hadn’t gotten his knot.

“Out of the way, Conrad. I want to see her face while I fuck her.”

Conrad mumbled something unintelligible, swinging his leg over my torso and falling off to the side in a boneless lump.

Mercer smirked at me, bending down to give me a kiss. His cock went deeper when he changed the angle, and I whined. I lifted my bound arms to wrap around his neck, forcing him to stay close.

“I love making you this desperate,” he said.

I wasn’t the only one desperate now. There was a flush to his cheeks, and as he started to thrust into me, he was already going hard and fast.

“Knot me. Please,” I begged. “I want your knot when you come inside me.”

“Anything for you, princess.”

He slammed inside me a few more times before working me down on his knot. My body tensed and then unwound as my pleasure peaked. I basked in the way he groaned and collapsed over me, hips bucking as he came. My pussy locked him in, where he belonged.

“I love you,” I blurted out, then blushed fiercely. “I mean, uh…”

Taking it back didn’t make sense, because it was the truth. It was the first time I’d said it, though, and my timing… could have been better.

He switched our positions, collapsing onto his back with me splayed on top of him. I pressed my face into his neck, scent marking him with my cranberry roses. He purred, and after a second of hesitation, I did too.

“I love you too,” he murmured.

Conrad came up on one side, flinging an arm over my body and adding his purr to the mix. “I love you, Talia.”

“Who invited you?” Mercer complained half-heartedly. “These were my omega cuddles.”

“It isn’t cuddle time without me,” Conrad shot back. “And you didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath before pushing me off her earlier. Rude.”

I laughed. “Omega says everyone is invited. And I love all of you. So fucking much.”

It was freeing to admit it. I’d fucked everything up—I had this bondmark that I didn’t want, a family that made things complicated, a trauma to work through—but they still wanted me. We were working to be together, despite it all.

West quietly came to lay beside us, placing a hand on my back. He didn’t say those three magical words back to me like his packmates did, but he did make a stuttering attempt at a purr.

And that was enough proof.

He loved me.

They all did.