Page 56 of Toxic Revenge, Part Two (Mafia Omegas #2)

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Fifty-One

TALIA

Over the next few days, there was nothing worse than the moments when I had to be alone.

Without my new bonds being actively nurtured, the fractured old bond reminded me of its presence. There weren’t many moments when all of them left me for more than a minute, but each of them came and went to deal with other matters.

Even with one of them missing, it hurt.

Yet, it was nothing like the excruciating pain I’d felt when Benjamin died. Nothing like what I’d thought would be my permanent reality until I eventually died too.

And… I wasn’t dying. I wasn’t fading away with the broken bond. The bond was fading alone, and I was growing stronger as it did.

Running my fingers through Conrad’s hair, I watched his chest rise and fall as he slept. He was the one who stayed with me almost constantly, surprising no one.

I didn’t fault my other mates for stepping out occasionally—West felt obligated to check on Violet, and Mercer was handling the Alpha Chariots and his healing gunshot wound.

Brooks had gone on the warpath, and Mercer wanted to make sure no one except the guilty parties paid for his father’s sins. Conrad just didn’t have any commitments except me, and he seemed pretty happy to have it this way.

“Are you watching me sleep again?” he mumbled.

I glanced up from his chest to find him watching me with blurry eyes. I smiled sheepishly. “I’m going to blame omega instincts.”

It wasn’t a lie, exactly. My instincts had been rioting since I claimed them all. I’d created the ultimate nest, packed full of all their scents, and needed physical contact at all times.

We hadn’t been indulging the more primal omega desires, but only because my mates were worried I would break. By now, I was confident.

My broken bond hadn’t broken me after all.

The risk they’d taken had saved my life. I would recover.

“Omega instincts, huh?” Conrad rolled over, pushing me onto my back. His body hovered over mine, his form so wide I could barely see past him.

I whined before I could stifle it, squeezing my legs together. Arousal was pooling in my core, but I didn’t want to get all worked up when they’d insisted on not touching me.

Conrad inhaled, groaning when he caught the scent of my slick. “My alpha instincts want me to do all sorts of things to you, princess. Mercer and West will fucking kill me if I act on it.”

“West and Mercer aren’t here,” I blurted out. “They won’t be able to resist if they come back to it already happening.”

They’d be back soon. Soon enough that they would definitely walk in on it. West had stepped out to chat with Violet, and Mercer was in the shower. I could hear the water running in the bathroom.

He shifted, spreading my legs so he could settle himself between them. I wrapped my legs around his hips, bringing my core up to rub against the bulge in his pajama pants.

I was only wearing a pair of loose sleep shorts—he wouldn’t even have to take them off. It would be so simple for him to shove down the waistband of his pants, hold the cotton shorts aside, and sink into me.

“They’re going to kill me,” Conrad groaned. “But I can never say no to you.”

His rough hands rubbed the inside of my thighs as he pushed our clothes out of the way, sliding his length through my slick. I arched against him with a content sigh, tension leaching from my limbs.

“The second anything feels bad for you or agitates the bond, you tell me to stop.”

“It’s not going to feel bad,” I insisted. “The bond is fading.”

He didn’t argue with me like my other mates might have. Conrad brought his lips down to mine, claiming a searing kiss as he pressed his cock into me.

I groaned and arched my back, taking more of his length until his swollen knot rubbed against my clit. There wasn’t a hint of pain anywhere in me, and my bond with him pulsed stronger than ever.

“Fuck.” Conrad’s lips didn’t leave mine as he cursed and thrust into me. “Why does this feel…”

“We’re strengthening the bond.” I tugged at his hair, keeping him close to me.

“Must be, ‘cause… fuck.” He failed to come up with more words.

With the pleasure coursing through me, I couldn’t blame him. His pleasure was mine and mine was his, amplifying everything as the emotions and sensations bounced between us.

He moved slow and steady, but the build toward climax was erratic. I was perched on the edge and then dragged away, forced to climb again.

“Conrad, what the hell are you doing?” Mercer’s voice boomed across the room.

I almost laughed.

So freaking overprotective.

They were scared to fuck me. It wasn’t an exaggeration, because I could feel the worry coming from my bond with Mercer. The emotion was tangible with how open our bonds were right now.

If I could feel that, then surely he could feel how much I needed this; how much I wanted all of them. How it was strengthening our bond and eating away at the rough edges of my broken one.

Conrad didn’t stop, only breaking our kiss to grin down at me. He delighted in causing trouble just as much as I did. We were a match made in hell for West and Mercer.

“Mercer, come touch me,” I said breathlessly.

“We could hurt you?—”

“Don’t you feel it? This is only making the bonds better. I want you all.”

The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and a wave of warm wool and smoke bombarded me. I had all three of my mates back in the nest, and I would get them into bed with me.

“He’s fucking her?” West demanded. “Didn’t we agree that she wasn’t ready?”

“Who are you to tell me I’m not ready?” I clung closer to Conrad and he fucked me harder, trying to prove my point. “Pay attention to the bonds. They need touch. They want touch. Just like me.”

Mercer cracked first, releasing a frustrated groan as he stalked over. He hadn’t bothered to put on clothes after his shower, likely because he caught wind of what we were doing through our connection. He dropped his towel before climbing into bed, already blissfully naked.

“Aren’t we supposed to talk about things like this? As a pack?” he asked.

I reached toward him, wrapping my fist around his cock and stroking it until it was fully hard. “Only if you listen to what I say. Which you don’t.”

“We worry about you.”

“Too much.”

West slammed the door closed again, but he was still inside the room. He was accepting it too. “It’s not too much,” he muttered. “It’s just enough, considering how often you’ve proven you don’t worry about yourself as much as you should.”

I’d give him that one.

“How about this—from now on, we discuss things as a pack, but I have veto power,” I proposed.

Neither of them complained. West probably wanted to, but knew he had no leg to stand on. The omega having veto power was only right.

Mercer may be pack lead in name, but I was really in charge.

“Can we stop talking now?” I whined. “I was about to come before you all interrupted.”

West shed his clothes while he walked over to the bed, settling beside me opposite Mercer. I wrapped my other hand around his length, but I couldn’t pay much attention to stroking him as Conrad found his rhythm again.

His knot rubbed my clit with every thrust, teasing me closer and closer to the orgasm that had been just out of reach before.

My connections with my mates strengthened from the touch, all their pleasure and arousal flowing through me. With more than just Conrad’s, it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

I writhed and cried out on the bed as my orgasm hit, my pussy pulsing around Conrad. My body begged for a knot, but I couldn’t give it that. I wanted all my mates to have been inside me before I left this bubble of bliss.

With a curse, Conrad pulled out. His release spilled over my stomach, marking me and the nest with his autumn leaves scent. He was shoved out of the way by his packmates before his cock was even soft, landing in the pillows with a grunt.

“Flip over.” West’s barked command came before I’d had a chance to catch my breath.

I rolled onto my stomach, letting my body go limp. He moved me like a doll, hoisting my hips up and parting my legs. His cock slid through my slick, gathering it up, but he didn’t press inside me.

The head pressed against my other hole instead, and I gasped.

“You wanted all of us, so let’s give you two at once,” West growled.

He didn’t press inside right away. His fingers gathered some more of my slick, and he worked a single finger into my ass, which already felt like way too much sensation. When Mercer had put that plug in me, it barely fit. How was West’s cock supposed to?

Whining, I focused on the pleasure that was growing rapidly from the initial hint of discomfort. This fullness was different than taking a knot, playing on pressure points I was still unfamiliar with.

“Good girl.” Mercer ran his fingers through my hair as his packmate fucked me with his finger. “You’re going to take him so well.”

West worked me open slowly, making sure I never felt more than a hint of discomfort. Soon, he was filling me with three fingers, and I was actively pushing back, eager for more.

“Think she’s ready to try my cock?” West asked.

Mercer laughed huskily. “You can see how her body is begging for it, can’t you?”

The fingers pulled out, leaving me entirely too empty. I whimpered and shoved back again, to no avail.

“Now all she needs to do is beg for it out loud.” West smacked my ass, and I squeaked.

I almost glared back at him, but I wanted his cock more than I wanted punishment. So I did as I was told.

“Please fuck me, West. Please.”

West slid his cock into my pussy, and I looked back at him, confused. “Why…”

“I needed you to get my cock all wet.” He smirked. “Don’t worry. I didn’t get you all opened up for nothing.”

Covered in my slick, the head of his cock pushed easily into my ass. When he tried to go deeper, though, I choked. “Holy fuck.”

It was an intense stretch. Not painful, exactly, but I wouldn’t call it pleasant. Just… intense. How was he going to fit?

Mercer hummed, his fingers dancing down my spine. “Relax, sweetheart. If you tense up, he could hurt you.”

West moved to pull out, and I flung my hand back to grab his hip and stop him. “I’m fine. You won’t hurt me. Keep going.”

He hesitated. Reaching beneath me, he found my clit with his fingers and rubbed at a slow and steady pace until my body melted down against the bed again.

Then he pressed forward, his cock parting me and creating a pressure that grew more pleasurable the more intense it got. When his knot pressed against me, his cock fully seated, I was writhing on the bed desperate for more.

“How’s that feel?” West asked.

“Amazing. More,” I gasped.

“If you want more, then let’s fill that pussy up too.” Mercer lifted my upper body, helping to maneuver me until I was laying on top of West, his front to my back, his cock knot-deep in my ass.

My legs were spread wide, inviting Mercer’s cock into my other hole—I just didn’t know if he was going to fit. West’s cock was fucking massive, and Mercer wasn’t exactly small either.

I wanted to try, though. I needed to feel both of them at the same time.

Mercer leaned down and kissed me gently, then positioned his tip against my core. As he pushed in, West pulled out, until he was fully seated and only the tip of West’s cock remained in my ass.

The two sensations were so different, so opposing. I whined and tried to press back down onto West, but I could only take a little bit more before I was stretched uncomfortably around my two mates.

“Fuck, you take us so well,” Mercer praised. “Fit so much in your tight holes.”

My cheeks heated. I tried to cover my face, but West grabbed my arms and pinned them to my sides.

“No, no. Let him see you, little omega,” West grunted. “You wanted us, so we’re going to take you our way.”

My core clenched, making both of them groan. I slumped back against West, pink-cheeked and half-overwhelmed with pleasure already.

Our bonds were wide-open, but I preferred it that way. Their presence wasn’t a hole of negativity, but a beacon of light and love. All their arousal and affection poured through me, and mine was shared with them.

It was everything I’d ever wanted.

Mercer pulled his cock half out of me, giving West room to slide back in down to his knot. I writhed as they settled into a slow, deep rhythm, filling me more than I’d thought possible.

West freed my arms, using his arm to hold my body down against his instead. With his hold I could barely move, but that was how I needed it.

I needed my mates holding me tight, building our bonds up.

Building my body up to an orgasm that would wreck me.

Mercer brought his thumb down to rub my clit and the stimulation had me trying to jerk away. They didn’t let me.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” Mercer murmured. “I know you can.”

I whined. “It’s… so much. I don’t know if I can come like this.”

West pressed his lips to my shoulder, over Mercer’s bite mark. “You can. I need to feel your ass milking my cock while you scream our names.”

He ran his tongue along the mark, and every one of my nerve endings fired with pleasure. Mercer kept urging me closer to orgasm with one hand, using the other to grab my wrist and kiss the bondmark West had left on me.

That so wasn’t fair.

But it was working.

With them both inside me, their tongues working to tease my marks, I could only close my eyes and feel.

Mercer broke first. He spilled inside me with a curse, and it pushed me off the cliff.

I arched my back, taking both my mates as deep as I could have them at the same time. My body shuddered as the orgasm washed over me. I felt it deep in my core, reverberating through my bonds.

“Oh, fuck,” West groaned.

He thrust deep one last time, filling my ass as he came.

As the orgasm high dropped us, we all slumped down into the pillows of the nest. I regulated my breathing as their softening cocks slipped out of me, leaving me empty.

I was definitely going to feel that tomorrow.

Dear god.

Conrad lifted me off West’s chest and laid me on the bed, wiping down my messy inner thighs and ass. Every touch was gentle and infused with affection; same as every other time he’d cleaned me up after we’d had our pleasure.

When he was done, I pulled him down to me, snuggling against his side and kissing the mark on his neck. Mercer and West hauled themselves up the bed too, creating a cuddle pile around me.

I purred contentedly, and three purrs rumbled in response.

“I love you,” I whispered, already drifting off to sleep.

They all whispered that they loved me right back, but even if they hadn’t, I already knew.

We’d always been meant for each other, after all.