Page 60 of Unhinged
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
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, testing thrusts 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.
Gidge moves again, rolling her hips harder, slick soaking my thighs. Acid flicks his tongue against her nipple, and she clamps down on me with a tightness that rips the air from my lungs.
I grab her hips, trying to hang on, but it’s no use.
She drops down on me one last time, and my knot pops inside of her.
Her mouth opens in a wordless cry, her whole body locking around me as she falls forward, breath hitching.
I thrust up, hips jerking, losing myself in her and groaning her name as I follow her over the edge.
We stay tangled, breath mingling in the charged air, our skin slick with sweat and our scents mix together. Acid’s fingers trace lazy circles along Gidge’s spine, whispering praise. Gears watches, a soft smile ghosting his lips.
Little snores rise from Gidge’s lips, and I laugh softly, brushing damp hair off her forehead.
“She won’t be out long,” I murmur. “Not with her heat just kicking in. She’s worn out from the night. But once she wakes up?” I look at both of them. “We do whatever she wants.”
Gears nods. “No backdoor action,” he says. Voice quiet. Firm.
Acid lets out a breath. “Agreed. She’s only been with us. I’m not messing with her second heat. As far as I’m concerned, this is her first. We erase everything that bastard did to her the first time and show her how it should be.”
“Done,” Gears says.
“Agreed,” I echo, smoothing my hand down her back. Her skin’s so soft it almost doesn’t feel real.
My knot softens, and not two seconds later, Gidge stirs. She blinks sleepily. Then snaps awake with a scowl.
“Empty. Need,” she growls, already trying to flip over.
Acid laughs, low and dark. “I got you this time.”
With a growl, Acid grabs Brydgett and moves her onto all fours. Gears looks at him with a mix of shock and lust, but he doesn't protest. Instead, he moves closer to her, his arousal evident.
"Suck Gears' dick while I fuck you, Omega," Acid commands, his alpha tone leaving no room for argument.
Gidge whimpers, her need overpowering any sense of modesty she might have once had.
Gears swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he doesn't retreat.
He shifts himself on his knees before her, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
Slowly, hesitantly, he guides himself to her swollen lips.
But any remaining reservations vanish when she opens her mouth on her own accord and takes him in, sucking him down like a lollipop.
Acid's hand comes down on her ass with a stinging slap, the sound echoing through the room. He positions himself at her entrance, and with one powerful thrust, he's inside her, claiming her cunt as his own. Gidge moans around Gears' cock.
Gears' hands tangle in her hair, gripping tightly as he guides her head up and down his shaft in sync with Acid's relentless, punishing thrusts.
"That's it, baby," Acid growls, his hands roaming over her body possessively. "Take it all."
The room fills with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, their ragged breaths and desperate moans.
As I watch from the side, I can't help but admire the sight before me.
Acid is pounding into Gidge's tight pussy with an animalistic fury, his knot swelling as he nears his climax.
Gears' cock is buried deep in her mouth; eyes squeezed shut as she sucks him down to his knot.
I know she's teasing him with her hand, stroking him to match her movements.
It's a damn show, and I'm here, taking it all in, conserving my energy for later.
Because I know my next turn with her will be long and hard, no pun intended.
With a growl, Acid shoves himself to the hilt one last time, his knot expanding inside her as he comes.
Gidge moans around Gears' cock, clearly enjoying every second of it.
She sucks him even harder, taking him down to his knot as well.
She teases him with her right hand, urging him on.
He gives in with a hiss, filling her mouth with his hot seed.
She swallows everything he gives her and then licks up any remaining drops that dribble out.
Gears slips out of her mouth with a wet pop, and she takes a deep breath, trying to catch her breath.
Acid pulls her backward so she's laying on her side with her back to his chest while they're still knotted together. Her eyes meet mine, and there's a hunger there that makes my blood boil. I savor the view of my two brothers claiming our shared omega.
As Gidge’s breathing begins to slow, the tension of the moment dissipates into a soft haze.
I watch her eyes flutter, the warmth of Acid’s body cradling her as he wraps around her protectively.
His fingers glide up and down her arm, a gentle caress that speaks volumes more than words ever could.
Gears is in front of her, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns over her belly, his eyes shut though I know he isn’t really sleeping.
My heart swells with possessiveness and tenderness; she belongs to us, and we to her.
I catch myself smiling at the sight before me when I notice Gidge's eyelids grow heavy, her breathing deepening until it finally evens out into a soft rhythm. She’s asleep now, deeper than the last time. It’s good to see her resting after everything she’s been through.
A soft ping sounds from my phone—Suave. I slide out from my spot beside them, careful not to disturb the moment they’ve created.
As I approach the door, I crack it open just enough to peek outside.
A couple of bags from the local market sit on the ground, and I grab them before shutting the door quietly behind me.
I set the bags on the counter and begin sorting through them.
Snacks, water bottles, some quick meals—everything we need to make sure Gidge stays nourished and hydrated while she recovers from this round of heat.
She hasn’t had time to clean up since before we found her; thinking about how filthy she must’ve felt while trapped there, gnaws at me.
I want to make sure the first thing she gets when she wakes up is a hot shower—something to help wash that place off her.
I find what I can fit into the mini fridge we set up; a few sandwiches, bottles of water, and then lay back down beside my brothers. My body sinks into the mattress as I get comfortable again, letting out a slow breath that calms my racing heart. Gidge lies nestled between us, safe and sound.
Closing my eyes, I listen to their soft breathing; the lullaby of my pack and let myself drift for a moment. I’m waiting for her to need me again; waiting for that spark in her eyes when she realizes we’re here to stay. We’ll take care of her in ways no one else ever could.