The Night Movers, page 11
Sugar snorted. “Well, you better hope he doesn’t remember when his heat is over, or he still might.”
“That was fast. His heat, I mean,” Jensen said. “Is that…normal?”
Ryker shrugged. “He’s not on suppressants. He’s newly presented. He’s surrounded by six alphas who want to absolutely ruin him… I’m gonna say yeah, probably pretty normal.”
Was that all this was? His heat talking? Part of him was relieved. He could blame every embarrassing thing he’d said and done on that. He could pretend he had no memory of how truly desperate he’d been. He could say he’d been out of his mind when he was letting them do this to him. He wouldn’t have to admit how much he liked it, liked this. Did that make him a bad omega or a good one?
Titus’s fingers slipped free, and even more slick coated Ridley’s thighs, the sweet scent making the alphas restless.
“He’s like a fucking faucet,” Steele muttered. “I’ve never seen anyone get that wet before.”
Ridley clenched around nothing, emptier than when he’d started. Why were they doing this to him? Why were they torturing him? He canted his hips, swaying his ass. He wanted to look behind him, wanted to know what Titus was doing back there, but Diesel wouldn’t allow it. He licked a broad stripe up Ridley’s cheek.
Diesel’s words were cruel but his look was reverent, like Ridley was a gift sent straight from heaven. “You belong to us.” Ridley nodded as best he could, tears welling in his eyes. “You’re gonna be such a good boy for us, aren’t you?” Ridley sobbed, nodding again. Diesel pulled Ridley in, then spit in his open mouth. “Our perfect little slut.”
His tears spilled over. Diesel released him and Ridley’s cheek dropped to the alpha’s muscular thigh, nursing on the head of his cock like it was a pacifier.
“Fucking hell,” Diesel muttered, petting his fingers through Ridley’s snarled hair, adjusting him so he was more comfortable while he sucked him greedily.
Ridley needed a distraction from the pain. Titus had dulled the cramps that had ripped through them earlier, but he could feel them like an actor off-stage. They were just waiting for their cue and then they’d be tearing his insides to shreds once again. He needed a knot, any knot.
Now.
“What are you waiting for?” Steel snapped. “Fuck him or step aside so we can have him.”
Titus snarled possessively like a dog guarding his food dish. “Not here.”
Ridley’s omega made a distressed sound as he was yanked away from Diesel, then lifted into the air. Panic rocketed through him. Had he fucked up? Did Titus not want this anymore? Were they getting rid of him? Tossing him into the street like garbage?
Ridley’s eyes fell shut, defeated, as he tried to chase his omega’s irrational panic from his mind. Light and shadow played across his closed lids, but he refused to open them. He was somehow terrified of what he might see when he did. He could hear Titus’s footsteps echoing in the mezzanine but they didn’t head downstairs to his room. Where were they taking him?
They didn’t travel far. Ridley heard the flick of a switch, then a warm amber light filtered through his eyelids. He tried to force his eyes open, but his fear kept them tightly shut, his body completely limp in Titus’s arms. He contented himself listening to the thud of the alpha’s heart beneath his ear, all other noises fading in the background.
Clothes rustled and low voices murmured around him, but nobody spoke directly to him. He just picked up scraps of their conversation.
“You’re scaring him to death. I can smell his fear.”
“He’s never done this. Of course, he’s scared. That’s normal.”
“He likes the way we play with him. This is just normal jitters.”
“He’ll be happy once you breed him.”
“But you can’t keep him all to yourself.”
“He’s ours.”
“All of ours.”
The words made a delicious heat bloom in his belly that rolled outward over his limbs like warm water. They wanted him. They weren’t getting rid of him. Knowing that gave him the strength to open his eyes. They were in a bedroom. No, a hotel room. Ridley’s heart rate skyrocketed, a metallic taste flooding his tongue.
He knew this room.
It was the room from his vision, the room where they’d claimed him. Unlike Titus’s room, which looked very much lived in, this one was cold, nondescript, just as it was in his vision. There was something so…impersonal about it, letting Ridley know it was never used. A large mattress sat against the wall, covered in a plain white sheet. Two bare pillows graced the top by the nondescript walnut headboard. Heavy cloth-covered mountains lined the room. Furniture most likely, as if someone had started renovating, then just gave up.
Ridley was dumped unceremoniously onto the center of the mattress, Titus following him down, using his thighs to push Ridley’s legs apart so he could kneel between them. Ridley’s mouth went dry as Titus peeled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Ridley’s t-shirt didn’t get the same treatment. Titus gripped the collar, the well-worn fabric tearing in his hands like paper, falling to the side, leaving him exposed once more.
Titus surged forward, taking his lips in another punishing kiss, tongue mapping every part of his mouth. Ridley lay pliant beneath him, letting him take what he wanted, do what he wanted. Large, rough hands skimmed Ridley’s chest like sandpaper, tugging at his nipples until he gasped into Titus’s open mouth.
It felt like he was everywhere. Fingers in his hair, his lips on his jaw, his neck, biting his shoulder until Ridley yelped in pain, licking over the indentations almost like an apology. Titus’s thigh pressed against Ridley’s cock, causing him to leak even more from both sides. He could barely move beneath the alpha’s weight but that didn’t stop him from grinding against it, moaning like he was in pain.
Ridley tried to drink it all in—Titus’s intoxicating scent, the heat of his skin pressing into his, every ragged inhalation against the shell of his ear. Maybe it was all his blood pooling in his groin or maybe two orgasms had ruined him. Whatever it was, he was dizzy from it.
The bed dipped and Titus sat back on his knees again. They were all naked. Their scents flooded his nose. Ryker picked Ridley’s head up and set it in his lap. Diesel and Jensen settled side by side on his left, Sugar and Steele on his right. Were they just going to watch Titus breed him? His stomach swooped at the thought, his whole body trembling.
Ridley’s question was answered when Steele’s and Jensen’s hands slid down his thighs, running their fingers through the rivulets of slick gathered there, bringing it to their lips, letting it drip from their fingertips onto their tongues like honey.
Steele’s eyes fell shut like he was taking a sacrament. “Fucking hell.”
Jensen lifted Ridley’s leg, moving until he could lick over Ridley’s thigh. “He tastes like fucking candy.”
Ridley screamed as Jensen’s teeth sank into the meat there, his startled gaze meeting his unapologetic one. Jensen kept eye contact, his hand moving from his thigh to his ass, fingers dipping into his crease. Ridley’s teeth clamped down on his lower lip as two fingers teased at his hole again. He rocked his hips down, encouraging him.
He needed something inside him—anything—but they disappeared just as quickly, making him huff.
Diesel leaned down until he hovered just above his lips. “What’s wrong, Strawberry? That tight little cunt empty?” Ridley nodded, too far gone to be embarrassed by his desperation. Diesel’s hand slid down, down, down Ridley’s body, over his stomach, past his leaking cock. Ridley’s breath punched from him as Diesel pushed three fingers inside without warning. “Mm. Fuck. You are so fucking tight. I cannot wait to have you bouncing on my cock. I bet you’ll look so good riding me.”
Diesel chuckled as slick poured out over his thrusting fingers, earning a pained groan from one of them. “That’s it, Strawberry,” he taunted, fucking his fingers in and out, deliberately keeping them curled so they dragged against his inner walls. “Get sloppy for us.” He increased his speed, the wet squelch of his fingers fucking in and out, making Ridley flush until his ears felt hot. “Do you hear how wet you are?”
Ryker stroked his cheek, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “I bet you’re so empty it hurts, huh?”
“You need someone to fill you up?” Steele crooned, rough fingers ghosting along his belly. “Put a baby in you?”
The sound that escaped Ridley at those words set them all off, making them snarl and paw at him. He threw his head back, meeting Ryker’s dark eyes. His gaze drank Ridley in like water. “Please.”
“We’ll get there,” Titus said, his harsh voice sending shockwaves through Ridley’s core. “But we need a little more from you first.”
The others shifted, clearly agitated, but nobody more so than Ridley, who couldn’t stop the fresh tears that leaked from his eyes. What did they want? What could he do for them? He’d already offered up his body. He didn’t have anything else. He needed them to do what alphas did. Fuck him. Use him. Breed him.
Ryker wiped them away. “Don’t cry, Strawberry. We just want to make you feel good before we hurt you.”
…before we hurt you.
His words stole Ridley’s breath, but he couldn’t think of a thing to say. Sugar’s nail scraped across his nipple, causing him to arch, his crotch dragging against the bulge in Titus’s sweats.
“He’s so sensitive,” Jensen murmured, running his finger along Ridley’s shaft up to his head, meeting Ridley’s gaze, digging his nail into his slit until he whimpered. “You cry more than a new puppy,” he noted, gathering the precum from Ridley’s tip, bringing it to his lips, eyes rolling back as he sucked his finger. “But you’re just as needy.”
Ridley bit off the sound that was trying to escape, blushing once more. This was death by fucking paper cut, every small touch driving him closer to the brink of insanity, but never giving him what he wanted.
Jensen bent down, letting his mouth fall open, his tongue extending. Saliva dripped onto Ridley’s cock. He stared at the alpha with wide eyes as he rubbed the spit over Ridley’s skin, then closed his fist around him. Ridley’s whole body jerked at the sudden stimulation, the sensation as painful as it was delicious.
“You want me to fuck you, Strawberry?” Titus asked, running his hands along his wet, sticky thighs. He dipped his fingers between his cheeks, rubbing over his puffy rim. “Want me to breed you? Fill you up right here? Put my pups in you?”
“Please,” he sobbed. The sound ripped from chest as he tried to get Titus’s fingers back inside him.
They disappeared entirely, Titus suddenly looming over him once more, biting greedily at his lips before plunging his tongue into his mouth in a filthy kiss. When he pulled back, he said, “Then you need to come for me again…twice.”
Ridley shattered into a million pieces, finally breaking. Tears streamed hot down his face, his sobs ugly in the silence. “Why?” he cried. “I’m ready. I swear. I don’t care if it hurts, just put it in already. I can’t do this much longer, I feel like I’m going crazy.”
Titus slapped his thigh hard, dragging a strangled cry from him, then ran his fingertips over the perfect hand-shaped red mark. “Don’t give me orders, Omega. You’re ours. We can do what we like with you.”
Ridley struggled to get his brain to form rational thought. That wasn’t right. That wasn’t the deal. Was it? No. No, it wasn’t. “You—” Jensen chose that moment to start jerking him off at a brutal pace, momentarily stealing his words. His eyes rolled back, his whole body arching as he managed to say, “You said I get to decide.”
“You did decide, Strawberry,” Titus said, voice frosty. “I warned you. I told you once we start, we’re not stopping until I say.” Ridley gave a debauched moan as Titus impaled him on three fingers once again. “You came to me,” he said, fucking into him hard enough to drive the breath from his lungs every time he bottomed out. “You demanded that we service you. You dropped your blanket in the middle of the fucking room, offering yourself up to us like a slutty little sacrifice.”
“I-I didn’t,” Ridley panted, knowing full well he did.
Sugar twisted Ridley’s nipple until he yelped, tsking before he said, “Don’t lie, Strawberry. I fucking hate liars.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Ridley managed, pleasure clouding his thoughts as Titus curled his fingers in a way that made him see stars. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…just, please…” He panted, trying to fuck himself on Titus’s fingers even as Jensen jerked him relentlessly in his tightened fist, the dry catch of tacky spit on his palm somehow only making it better.
Titus ground his fingers against that spot inside Ridley that made his body feel like a live wire. “What are you doing to me?” he wailed, his body’s resistance tearing like his tattered shirt.
“That’s it, pretty. Good boy. Just let it happen,” Diesel praised, tugging on his nipple until Ridley turned to look at him. “Just lie there and take it. Such a good hole for us.”
Ridley gasped as his climax crested, vision going white as he spilled over Jensen’s tightened fist. They didn’t stop. Not when he tried to flinch away, not when he whimpered from oversensitivity.
“Hurts…it’s…too much.”
“You can take it,” Titus said coolly.
Ridley’s head thrashed in Ryker’s lap. “No…”
Titus gripped his face, forcing him to meet his eyes. “You will fucking take it,” Titus said through gritted teeth. “You’ll lie there and take it like the insatiable little slut you are.”
“It’s too much,” Ridley said again, his thoughts scattering like falling papers, delirious after his—second? No, third—orgasm in less than an hour.
Titus smirked at him then curled his fingers inside him, bearing down on that sweet spot, dragging a pained groan from Ridley. “Don’t act like you don’t like it. We’re all drowning in your slick. You’ve ruined a couch and a mattress and we haven’t even fucked you yet. Can’t you see what you’re doing to us?”
Ridley’s face crumpled, his misery obvious, as he looked at each of them in turn. They looked like they were seconds away from snapping and feasting on him like starving dogs.
Diesel laid down with his lower half hanging off the bed just to lick into Ridley’s panting mouth. It was too dirty to be called a kiss. “Just one more, Strawberry. Come one more time and we’ll fill you up, give you just what you need,” Diesel crooned.
“I can’t,” he said, shaking his head frantically.
Diesel dipped his head, swirling his tongue around Ridley’s nipple, then scraped his teeth over it until his back came off the mattress, which was so wet beneath him.
A hand settled on his lower belly. Sugar. His hands were so big it felt like they covered the whole expanse of his abdomen. “You can. One more and we’re gonna make you feel so full. Don’t you want to feel our alpha splitting you open? Don’t you want to feel him right here?”
He rubbed Ridley’s belly again. Would he reach that deep? That was where the itch was, that was where he needed it most. “Please…need it.”
“I know,” Sugar said, voice still mockingly gentle. “But we’re not going to give it to you until we say.”
“Let me help,” Steele said, maneuvering himself until he could close his mouth over Ridley’s painfully sensitive cock. He tried to curl away from the sensation but there was nowhere to go. Titus’s fingers were still probing deep inside. Sugar and Diesel played with his nipples, while Ryker stroked his face, his neck, wherever he could reach.
Ridley’s eyelids fluttered shut. It was all so much. Six pairs of hands felt like dozens, on him, in him…it was quiet except for their harsh breaths, wet noises, and the endless sound of Ridley’s half-bitten cries. He did sound like a puppy, but he just couldn’t stop.
It hurt…it hurt so bad, like someone dragging their nails over a sunburn. It was too raw. Too sensitive. Too painful. Until it wasn’t. Somewhere along the way, the line between pain and pleasure blurred then melted and, once more, that wire was tightening inside him. Titus pulled out, then pushed back in with his pinky tucked against his other three fingers, stretching Ridley’s body to the limits. Steele’s mouth was sinful, so hot and wet, swallowing around Ridley until the alpha’s lips touched the skin of his pelvis.
Sugar and Diesel seemed determined to make it so nothing else could touch his nipples for days. They were hot, swollen, every touch shocking through him in a way that stretched that wire in his belly to its limits.
Ridley could feel it building and couldn’t stop it if he wanted to. “I’m gonna… I’m so close… I need…”
Titus’s fingers curled just right inside him one last time and threw Ridley over the edge, fireworks exploding behind his eyes.
“Good boy,” Diesel praised, capturing his mouth as Titus’s fingers slipped free of him. “Such a good boy.”
Ridley’s omega preened, but Ridley felt like a robot that had short circuited, like there were gears and springs poking out of him, smoke pouring from his ears. He lay there, heartbeat loud in his ears, somehow still emptier than when he started. This seemed cruel. Why should anyone have to endure this level of want just for the survival of the species? It seemed so unnecessary.
Ridley had no idea how long he bobbed along in the warm waves of his euphoria. But a blunt, unforgiving pressure against his hole tossed him back into reality. “What…”
That was as far as he got, then Titus was breaching him with a grunt, Ridley’s body relenting easily. When had he lost his pants? Titus was huge. It felt like he’d overtaken Ridley’s whole body, the stretch painful but bearable. Ridley reached down between them to where their bodies were joined. Titus hissed as Ridley’s fingers ghosted over his length. He’d thought Titus would be buried to the hilt, hips flush against his ass, but he was barely inside. There was still so much more of him and not enough of Ridley.
“That’s not going to fit,” Ridley whispered, shaking his head. Panic began to claw its way up his throat, shaking his head, his nails digging into whatever flesh he could find. Diesel’s shoulder and Sugar’s thigh. “It won’t fit,” he said again, desperate to make them believe him.
