Page 146 of Unhinged

ARROW

The second I step back into the shed, the scent hits me.

Jasmine. Orange.

Gidge. My omega.

It’s everywhere—thick and sweet, almost too much. I breathe it in and it hits the back of my throat, sharp and kind of sickening in a way. My cock presses hard against the denim of my jeans, aching as if it might tear free. I grit my teeth, blinking against the haze. Fuck me, it’s powerful.

Then I see her.

Flat on her back, thighs parted, face flushed. Her damp curls frame her face in dark, sticky ringlets; her mouth is half–open, lashes heavy with moisture. Her slick is everywhere—on the sheets, dripping from between her legs like she’s made of want.

Acid’s head is buried between her legs, tongue flicking through her slick folds with primal hunger. I catch the moment her back arches, her hips thrusting toward him, and a low, broken cry rips from her throat—raw beauty. Her body trembles in sweet surrender, fingernails digging into the rough blanket.Acid holds her hips like she’s a treasure he’s claimed. Maybe she is.

It’s the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen; this blood-soaked woman undone, soft and needy and perfect. For us.

I don’t hesitate. The cut is off first, folded on the chair. My shirt hits the dusty floor; my jeans follow in a soft thud. I drop onto the mattress pad beside them, my hand sliding along Gidge’s thigh, slick and warm beneath my fingertips.

She turns toward me, eyes glassy with need, lips swollen and glistening. I lean in, pressing my mouth to hers. She tastes of sweat and desperation and something intoxicating.

“Enjoying yourself?” I whisper against her parted lips.

She whines, and it hits me square in the chest. “More,” she begs, voice breathless, pupils blown wide.

Acid chuckles deep and low. “I told you not yet, Omega. We wait for Gears.”

“Please…” Gidge’s plea catches in her throat. Her hips jerk, rolling forward as though she’d climb me then and there.

I glance at Acid. His eyes burn, mouth still slick with her flavor. I slide a hand through Gidge’s damp hair, brush it from her forehead. “He said no taking you without all three,” I murmur, voice thick. “But I’ve never cared much for rules.”

I grin up at her. “Ride me, Omega. Take what you need.” I fall back into the pillows, free hand wrapping around my cock, already hard and leaking.

She doesn’t hesitate.

Gidge throws a leg over and sinks onto me in one smooth, desperate move. Her head falls back, mouth open, a broken moan slipping out. The feeling of her slick heat wrapped around me nearly ends me on the spot.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Acid growls from the side.

“Shut up and enjoy the show, brother.” My hands grip Gidge’s hips, steadying her as she starts to move — slow, testingthrusts at first. But then her pace shifts, wild and urgent, and I match her with hard, driving strokes.

The door creaks. Gears slips in, arms piled high with Gidge’s pillows, blankets, the little treasures she’d stashed in her room. He freezes at the threshold, wide eyed.

Before him, our omega rides me like her life depends on it—hair plastered to her neck, breasts bouncing, soft sounds of pleasure falling from her parted lips. Acid moves in close, lips brushing her collarbone, tongue flicking at her nipple. Gidge gasps, hips stuttering against mine.

Gears drops his burden onto the mattress with a soft clatter. He just stands there, jaw slack, watching.

“The fuck are you doing, Gears?” I grit out, sliding my palms over her slick abdomen.

He swallows. “We didn’t talk about this,” he murmurs. “She’s been with you two. Not me.” His voice wavers. “Maybe I should go.”

A pained whine slips from Gidge’s throat. She stills, whole body quivering like she might shatter.

“I don’t think she likes that idea,” Acid says as he kisses along her collarbone.

“Mine. Stay,” Gidge says hoarsely.

Gears doesn’t hesitate after that. He kicks off his boots, shrugs out of his cut, and folds it, setting it down carefully on the chair next to mine. Then he sits on the edge of the pad.