Broken Dreams (Unhingedverse)
Broken Dreams: Chapter 23

LINUS

I’m wearing the softest pair of joggers that I own and a long sleeve shirt. I also stole a pair of socks from Callum’s room. They weren’t pre-worn, but I was very close to digging through his dirty laundry.

My anxiety is on fire, as are the woods and all the brush around it.

“She’s here,” Callum murmurs, his arms wrapping around me. I can feel his purr sinking into my skin, and I lean against him as Duncan opens the door, waiting for Quinn to come inside.

Her mother waits with us as well, to make sure her daughter is safe before heading to bed. The poor woman has been fighting off yawns since it’s almost two in the morning. This dinner ran so long, and I’m sure it was a power move.

Seeing Christian is putting me over the edge after I sent my best friend into the wolf’s den. I’m fucking vibrating with worry and regret.

Should I have listened to what he had to say? Should I not have refused to see Quinn before I left?

I’m going round and round, and my stomach hurts as it churns. I know it’s not my heat because it’s a different kind of pain, but that’s on my list of things that I’m anxious about.

I know I’m making myself sick, yet here I am.

The steady clicking of her heels sounds until she’s striding through the door with Cian and Adira behind her.

I can see finger marks on her pale skin. They’re red and angry, and I’m unsure if they’ll bruise at this point. While she and I bounce back quickly from things like this, we still mark up easily.

It’s one of the many reasons that we were so popular at Slick Dreams.

“Did your father put his hands on you?” her mother practically growls.

I’ve never seen a protective maternal figure in the wild before, so I’ve been enjoying watching her.

Quinn’s fingers fly to her neck, and she walks quickly to the large hall mirror before deflating as she sees what we do. Pulling out her tablet, she looks around for Callum before shaking it at him as if in question.

“I got your file, but I was waiting to listen to it until you got here,” he says.

Quinn winces, and Cian says, “Hudson threatened her and Ayla tonight. He made a point of pulling her aside, but I didn’t see the fingerprints until just now.”

Callum squeezes my shoulder before moving toward Quinn, gently touching the marks.

“Do they hurt?” he asks.

“No, I didn’t even know they were there until Mom mentioned them,” she says. “I think I’ll have the old men’s support when I move against Dad, though.”

“Good,” Callum mutters. It’s clear he doesn’t care, because he’s more worried about the safety of the omega in front of him.

“Hudson enjoyed name-calling Quinn tonight,” Adira says angrily. “It was difficult to pretend I didn’t care, or it didn’t matter.”

“I wanted to punch him in the face,” Cian says. “The recording speaks for itself, and it’s late. I just wanted to make sure I walked her in. I’ll also add that the girls who Hudson asked to play their parts in Quinn’s kidnapping will be at the party, as will their fathers.”

Callum and Duncan growl, making the hair on my arms stand up at attention.

“I haven’t seen those bitches in years. I make it a point not to be in the same space as them,” Duncan says.

“I remember I pushed them out of the way when the van came barreling down on us,” Quinn says. “At the time, it never occurred to me that it was all planned out with them.”

“Why would you?” Callum asks. “They were fourteen years old. Hudson made sure they were the perfect helpers.”

“The mafia ages children differently,” Cian says. “Who knows how deeply the plans ran. We’re going to say goodnight because I need to take Adira home, and I’m personally exhausted. Everything is going the way it needs to, even if Hudson is a dick.”

Quinn’s mother’s lips twitch as Cian turns to her.

“It’s very good to see you, Ayla. Dare I say there’s light back in your eyes?” he asks.

Ayla smiles as she nods. “You can. It’s wonderful to be out of that house,” she sighs. “Thank you for taking care of her tonight.”

“It’s no problem at all. I feel awful that I couldn’t do a better job of it,” Cian mutters.

“Not your fault,” Quinn reprimands him.

“I still dislike that I couldn’t make an excuse for you not to go with him,” he says. “Good night everyone.”

We all say our goodbyes, and Ayla hugs her daughter before heading down the hall to sleep. She says she’s more comfortable on this floor rather than upstairs. I’m sure it’s because it’s the level she’s always slept on.

“Alright, let’s listen to this recording and do a little debriefing, shall we?” Duncan asks.

Yawning, Quinn nods, and I do what I’ve been wanting to do since I walked out of the house.

“Hey, Quinn?” I ask, walking over to her. “I’m glad you’re home.”

My arms open wide and she doesn’t hesitate to throw herself at me. Lifting her legs up so she can wrap them around me, I hold her as we walk into the living room to talk.

Duncan chuckles under his breath, knowing this is what I needed. My anxiety is already quieter now that I’m working on fixing things with Quinn. It tends to lie to me and tell me that she’s going to hate me for not saying goodbye, or that I’m an idiot.

Then it would cycle through every scenario where she doesn’t come home, mocking me for not telling her the things I’ve wanted to.

Fuck you, anxiety.

“I love you,” I whisper into her hair. Finding a spot on the couch, I put her down so I can take off her heels.

Just because she can wear them for hours, doesn’t mean it’s not satisfying to take them off.

Sinking my thumbs into the arch of her foot, I watch as she writhes on the couch, moaning.

“Those shoes are torture devices,” Callum mutters, taking a seat on the other side of the huge couch.

Duncan begins to sit before he freezes.

“I don’t suppose you managed to eat at all while you were over there?” he asks.

Glancing at Quinn’s face, I watch as she shakes her head.

“Right, I’m going to throw in some leftovers,” he mutters. “I’ll make some for you as well, Linus.”

I open my mouth to tell him that I’m fine, but my stomach manages to call me a liar first as it grumbles.

“I heard all about how you rage danced for two fucking hours,” Callum says, smirking as his brother storms out to get some food together.

Quinn touches my shoulder with her eyes wide, and I sigh.

“I was really upset,” I explain. “There was a lot going on in my head. I was pissed at myself for not saying goodbye to you, and then mad at you again, which created a really toxic circular reaction.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, using her tablet. It’s awe inspiring to be able to hear her voice simulated. I love her real one more though.

“I’m sorry too, but sometimes, you’re going to have to go places I can’t. I need to suck it up and accept that,” I remind her. “Refusing to talk to you, because underneath all of that anger is terror, is stupid. Speaking of terror…”

“Linus punched Christian at Club Serenity,” Callum tattles. I roll my eyes, while the wheels begin to turn in Quinn’s mind.

“One of the mafia leaders said Christian turned up at his club, looking for information,” she says. “When he said the man was an alpha and Latino, it immediately made me worried. Did you know Christian is an arms dealer?”

“I sure as hell didn’t,” Callum says. “Huh. It explains how he was able to travel so much.”

“I didn’t know that either,” I murmur. “He yelled my name as I was walking back to the dressing rooms, and my feet refused to move. I was frozen.”

As I talk, I continue to massage Quinn’s feet to give myself something else to focus on. Once I’m done with her feet, I move on to her ankles and calves, where the muscles are tight.

“I didn’t know how to respond, and I was scared of what it meant that he had found me,” I explain. “Christian asked if I was safe, which is when it felt as if something snapped inside of me.”

“He cares now?” she asks, shaking her head.

“Yes! That’s what I said,” I rage. “The terror built into anger and disgust. How dare he show up now when I don’t need someone to save me. We’re both safe, we have a pack, and I told him I didn’t want him to fuck it up.”

“He could never do that,” Duncan grunts, coming back in with two bowls of food. Handing them to Quinn and I, he sits on an armchair next to me, leaning forward. “The four of us are locked in. Anyone else that comes along, we’ll discuss. Callum and I only want the two of you, but we know there’s another person destiny seems determined to throw in front of you.”

“It’s not a great idea to ignore destiny,” Callum grumbles. “I’m not saying Christian isn’t a douchebag, but a guy like that could have blocked a punch.”

“Exactly, yet he stood there and let you hit him,” Duncan states.

Picking up the fork, I glance down to replace that he made me a rice bowl with vegetables and chicken. As I kick his statement around in my head, I take a bite of the food and groan. The flavors of perfectly seasoned food hit my tongue, and there’s teriyaki sauce drizzled all over it.

“Dear God, this is amazing,” I mumble. When you spend years eating minimally, and it’s usually bland, this is like walking into a Michelin starred restaurant.

Quinn takes a bite and her eyes roll back as she chews.

“I’m glad you like it,” Duncan says with a small smile. “I had all of the ingredients already prepared. It was easy to throw together.”

“We are so spoiled,” I murmur. I want him to know how amazing it is that he’s taking care of us.

“It’s what alphas do for their omegas,” Callum says gently. “Christian fucked up, and I’m not a fan of him, but it sounds like he’s trying by replaceing you.”

“He can’t fix anything if you’re lost in the wind,” Duncan adds. Shifting until my ass hits the plush rug, I take another bite.

“Christian had sixteen years to do something for Quinn and ten for me,” I say. “I’m having a very difficult time wrapping my mind around what’s changed now.”

“Your circumstances have,” Duncan says. “This doesn’t need to come from me, and I don’t know his mind. However, people tend to have stronger feelings when the object of their desire is gone.”

“Yes,” I murmur. I can see their logic, but I’m not ready to face that yet. Christian tends to muddle my thoughts and turns my insides out. “Can we hear the recording of the dinner?”

Callum nods, showing that he understands that I’m done with this conversation. Quinn’s fingers run through my hair, and my eyes close to half mast as she plays with it. This is what I need: her touch, and knowing she’s here and safe.

“Let’s hear what you sent me then, Quinn,” Callum muses, playing the clip.

Quinn and I quietly continue to eat, and I shake my head at the way the alphas ignore her.

“Were you purposely refusing to speak?” I ask.

“People confuse being mute with also being unable to hear,” Quinn explains, shrugging. She doesn’t seem upset by it, but it pisses me off. I know it’s worked in her favor many times, though, so I remain silent. “There were six alphas at dinner, but it was really overwhelming since I’ve never had the chance to naturally get used to their pheromones. My body is trained to react. Thankfully, Adira had alpha pheromone blocker cream in her purse or I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate.”

Bret made sure our bodies were trained to entertain alphas, and even now I want to beg my alphas for attention. The air smells like sexy men made for me. I haven’t had a knot in three weeks, which may also be my issue.

I’m horny. Except, for the first time, it’s for alphas that care about what I want and what my dreams are, and also want my body. I feel a bubble of happiness due to how much my life has changed.

If I really sit and try to do the math on the last time I had a heat, it’s probably been almost three months. Bret would be getting ready to monetize it right about now.

Life can change in an instant, and I’m fully aware of that.

The recording continues on, and it’s when her father takes her aside that I snarl, putting my empty plate on the ground as I listen.

“Stupid cunt, you deserve everything that’s happened to you,” Hudson says. “Bret can’t fucking wait till he gets his hands on you. It won’t be long!”

“He’s a fucking piece of work,” I mutter as Callum turns off the recording.

“Why did he lose his shit, Quinn? Your father sounded as if he was in pain,” he says curiously.

“He was squeezing his hand harder around my throat, so I stomped on his foot with my heel,” she replies. “Needless to say, his true colors were shown.”

“If what he says is true, then he’s communicating with the shit who runs Slick Dreams,” Duncan says. “Fuck. This is going to make things worse.”

“I don’t think he’ll give Bret too much information,” Callum retorts. “I looked into Hudson’s money situation, and he could benefit from an influx of cash. Until he gets paid, your father will hold his cards close to his chest.”

“He’s going to sell me again,” Quinn says, her features twisted in anger. “It’s what makes the most sense. Dad can’t sell me to the highest bidder because I’m packed up, so he’ll sell me to Bret.”

“That leaves the dickweed without me,” I say. “We’ve all been careful not to let too many people know I’m with you, even though I’m listed as part of Pack Kelly on public record.”

“How many people will bother to look that up, though?” Duncan asks, amused. “Laziness runs strong I imagine for most.”

God, I know it definitely does for Bret.

“We’re going to need to be careful at this stupid party,” Callum says. “Duncan is running through those who work at his security firm to ensure they’re free that night and aren’t compromised in any way. The last time we had a party…”

“Someone flipped most of my team,” Duncan grumbles. “Some I killed, others I cut loose and made sure they’d never work for another security firm in the Midwest. Then, I ran the ones left through a rigorous vetting process. I was more than willing to take the cut in my profits to ensure my people are loyal.”

I can’t imagine how messed up that had to have been.

“I took extra work on my end, and it all evened out,” Callum sighs. “The security firm has come a long way over the past year. We both felt really fucking guilty that people were kidnapped from our house during a party. It’s one of the reasons we stopped offering to host.”

“It’ll be easier to contain people and know who is on the property by having it here,” Duncan says. “I’ll reach out to the different families we are on good terms with about staying extra vigilant during the event. Pack Dray, Pack Dresmond, Pack Mohan, and Pack Hayes are just a few that I’ll discuss this with. They all know what it’s like to worry about security with their omegas. Typically, it’s required for everyone to give up their weapons. We’ll just tell your father and everyone associated with him that it’s mandatory to instead.”

“No one really flashes their weapons around anyway,” Quinn says. “It should work.”

“Anything else we need to talk about?” Callum asks.

I glance at Quinn only to replace she’s looking at me and it makes me flush. We’re so in sync together.

“Now don’t gang up on us,” Duncan says, chuckling. “What is it?”

“I want a bite mark,” Quinn says. Her face is pinched slightly as she struggles to say what she’s thinking. “I need something to show me this is permanent.”

I’ve been wanting to get closer with the brothers as well, though I’m not ready for a bite mark yet.

“I’m seriously fucked up after seeing Christian,” I add. “I know what you said, but I need the actions that go with it. I’m not ready for a bite mark yet. I do want to get closer with you both, though. It’s awful, but I need⁠—”

“Do you need your ass fucked and knotted?” Callum growls, his eyes hooding as he tosses his phone to the side.

“Let’s hear you say it,” Duncan says. “You’ve been twitchy all night, is it more than just from fighting with Quinn?”

“Linus and I fight when I have to do things he considers dangerous,” Quinn says. “We’ve been doing this for the past ten years.”

“I expect you’ll be doing it for a lot longer, because you’re stubborn, Quinnie,” Callum snorts.

He’s not wrong at all.

“I’m still waiting, Linus,” Duncan rumbles, making me shiver as I perfume. Fuck, he’s sexy. My dick is already leaking, and I have to fight to keep myself from squirming.

“I need you to make my body submit to you,” I rasp. “I want to present my slick asshole to my alpha so you’ll knot my ass to remind me where I belong.”

Quinn whines from the couch as I watch Duncan and Callum’s faces become even darker with need.

“I guess you’d better run to your nest, little omegas, shouldn’t you?” Callum says, his usually honeyed voice filled with gravel. “I want to see you naked and presenting for your alphas. Go.”

The words may as well have been spoken in an alpha bark as I grab Quinn’s hand and she leaps from the couch so we can tear out of the room. Their chuckles are low and masculine, and I can tell they’re giving us a head start to do as they asked.

Quinn and I run to our nest with wide grins on our faces, giddy with excitement and desire. I can’t fucking wait for what happens next.

DUNCAN

“Holy fuck, they look good together when they run,” I mutter, already standing.

“I want to tie them to the headboard, and sink my teeth into Linus’ skin to tease him. He should know what it’ll be like to be ours,” Callum says. “I’m all about an engraved invitation everyone can see.”

My lips twitch as I imagine what it’ll be like for our omegas to wear matching bite marks, one real, and the other a really enthusiastic hickey.

“Let’s work up to that,” I tease him, smirking. I know he has darker tastes, and I believe our omegas would enjoy it.

For our first time with the two of them outside of a heat, I think that may be a little much.

“Ready?” he asks, standing as well.

Besides, a little hunt through the house is pretty hot, and Ayla will be dead to the world asleep.

“We’re coming!” I yell, already moving to chase them. It hasn’t been that long since they left, and they have a way to go.

Our long strides give us the ability to watch them race up the stairs with huge smiles on their faces. There’s a freedom in their expressions, they’re not being forced to do anything, and they’re loving this.

Increasing our speed to a jog, we yell after them to get their hearts racing as quickly as their legs are, our feet pounding up the stairs. Our omegas want to be caught, and I’m hard as fuck as I chase after them.

“Are you naked yet?” I yell, listening as Linus and Quinn gasp as they run into the nest.

“You’re such a dick,” Callum smirks, his long legs eating up the distance between the nest and ourselves. Grabbing the back of his shirt, he pulls it off. “May as well catch up.”

Barking out a laugh, I begin stripping off my clothes, letting it all fall wherever it lands as I keep moving. I’ll clean it all up later. I need to see how gorgeous our omegas are as they present themselves to us.

Callum is already stroking his cock, naked as the day he was born as he crashes into the room. I’m just as bad, my cool completely gone now that Quinn and Linus have given us a green light. We’ve been trying so hard to keep our hands to ourselves, give them space, and we don’t have to anymore.

“Fuck, you’re such good little omegas for your alphas, aren’t you?” I praise.

They’re both ass up, head down, and Quinn’s pussy is pink and slicking as she whimpers. Linus’ asshole is begging to be knotted, and I groan as I watch the way his slick is beginning to slide down as he whimpers.

“Were you a good girl, Quinn? Did you wash the cream off your face?” I ask her, moving to grab a makeup wipe from the nightstand. I doubt that she’d have time to do it before we came up.

Sitting up onto her heels, she shakes her head, taking the wipe. Quickly, she swipes it underneath her nose before also using it all over her face. I love the way her naked, glistening skin looks, and I’ll never stop marveling at how beautiful she is.

Taking the wipe back from her, I throw it away and she gets back into position for us.

“Good omegas get knotted,” Callum croons. His voice is full of need, and I can see the way it affects the two of them. Together, we crawl onto the mattress, making a bee line for our omegas.

“Am I good yet?” Linus asks, making my brother smirk.

My gaze is pulled to Quinn, her outstretched arms on the mattress, and knees opened wide. God, there’s something about this position that makes me fucking feral. My hands open her ass cheeks wide, growling as I drag my tongue up her arousal. I’ll never get over the flavor of spun sugar on my taste buds, nor the scent of lilacs in my nose.

Callum rims Linus’ asshole, his hand wrapping around the omega’s cock as he jerks him off. The sounds of whimpers and moans are delicious as they writhe at our mercy. I know for a fact that my brother is going to edge the fuck out of Linus, while I want Quinn’s cream to soak my beard.

My thick fingers push into the entrance of her pussy as she gives me her delicious little noises. Quinn is freer when she’s lost in pleasure I’ve noticed, and I want to hear how loudly she can scream for me.

“That’s it, Sweet Girl. Fuck, you feel so good for me,” I groan before sucking hard on her clit. That little bundle of nerve endings is the perfect way to torture, please, and reward my girl.

“Duncan,” she gasps, her fingers tearing at the sheets.

“God, more,” I plead. I want it all. I never realized until I got Quinn back in my life how much of a privilege it is to have someone speak to you.

I’ve spent so much time trying to avoid people who prattle on about nonsense. I would give anything to have that with Quinn. Tell me how many different shades of blue are in the sky, count the blades of grass aloud, anything.

Just talk to me.

Linus’ back curves as he pushes back into Callum’s fingers as my brother stretches his tight hole.

“More, please,” he begs, his legs shaking with strain as Callum continues to stroke his cock.

Quinn’s hand reaches out to clasp Linus’ as the walls of her sweet pussy begin to pulse and flutter. She’s so close. This is just the beginning for us, baby.

I want it all.

Her sweet wail as she comes makes my dick jerk as she soaks my face, and I lap at her cum, desperate to replace every drop.

“Are you ready for more?” Callum asks, smirking as they scramble onto their hands and knees, nodding.

“Taste the mess you’ve made of me,” I tell Quinn, pulling her into my lap. Eagerly, she turns her head to kiss me, our tongues tangling together. “I have an idea.”

The words are whispered against her lips, and I notice how blown with desire her pupils are. I don’t want to tease anymore, but she wasn’t quite prepared for what I’m thinking.

“What is it?” Linus asks, his voice deep and breathy. He’s definitely on the edge right now.

“Can she take your cock in her ass if she’s not really prepped?” I ask, chewing on my lip.

Quinn is nodding excitedly while Linus huffs out a laugh.

“I’d prefer to have some lube to ease her in,” he says as she whines. “Shh, don’t be a brat. I’ll give you my cock, baby.”

Pulling away from me as he kneels to watch her, she crawls to him. Her breasts sway, her ass bounces, and my mouth waters. We’re the luckiest alphas in the world.

As Quinn gets closer, Linus twists to open the nightstand, pulling out a lubricant and a little blue item that almost appears to be an earbud. Confused, I watch as he pulls her to him, kissing her neck as he takes his fingers that are now covered with the lube and rub it over her asshole.

“Breathe for me and take this to play with your clit,” he murmurs.

My jaw drops as I realize that the ear bud is actually a clit sucker. Quinn nods, turning the toy on and rubbing it over her clit until she replaces the right placement. Callum moves around them to watch, and we both absently stroke our cocks, enjoying the show.

“They’ve been enjoying online shopping,” I murmur.

“These are purchases I can get behind,” he says with a dark chuckle.

Linus’ fingers push into her ass, each thrust adding another to quickly stretch her. Quinn’s toy keeps her focused there, and her head drops back on his shoulder as she begins to thrust back into him.

“Please,” she whines, and he kisses her temple.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs. “I’m not as big as they are, but I still like to make sure you’re ready for me.”

Quinn gives the cutest pout I’ve ever seen, and I crawl over to cup her face and kiss her.

“You’re meant for our cocks, but we’re still allowed to take care of you, sweet girl. Show me how good your ass can swallow his dick. The slightest wince and you’ll be in trouble. Make sure you’re ready,” I tell her.

Nodding, she looks back at Linus petulantly before she surprises herself with a shudder. The toy is doing a really good job of getting her off again, and I lean back to watch.

“Show me how you make yourself come,” I demand. “I want to see. Then you can get all the dick you can handle.”

“Knot,” she gasps, her eyelashes fluttering as Linus continues to work his fingers into her ass.

“You know what you need to do to get that,” I growl.

“Fuck, she’s strangling my fingers,” Linus groans. “That’s it, you’re so close.”

Her skin is flushed, her eyes glassy as she comes, her noises getting louder as she explodes.

Linus removes his fingers, grabbing the lube to cover his cock. Quinn is still slouched against his body as he maneuvers her, whispering things I can’t hear as he carefully lines his crown with her tight hole and begins to thrust slowly, pushing his way in.

My dick is weeping precum already as I watch the way her hole swells open as he fucks his way inside.

“You’re doing so good,” I rasp, watching the way Linus’ hand clamps down on hers so she can’t move the toy from her clit. Instead, she’s wracked with pleasure as he works her body over without remorse.

“They’re so beautiful together,” Callum mutters.

It’s true, they were always meant to replace each other. Soon, Linus removes the toy and turns it off, tossing it aside.

“Now what?” he asks, his voice strained. I’m sure he wants to come, but we aren’t ready for him to. Without realizing it, I’ve been creeping closer, replaceing myself impatiently waiting to impale her on my cock.

“It’s my turn,” I tell him, shifting Quinn so she’s straddling me.

Working together so Linus isn’t unseated from being buried inside of Quinn, I watch as her eyes roll back as I sink my cock into her pussy. Her whimpers are delicious, the digging of her nails into my shoulder gnawing away at my control.

I can feel myself wanting to fall into a rut. I want to rock her over my knot, fuck her with it until she comes.

“I’ve been enjoying myself so much just as a voyeur, I haven’t had time to be impatient,” Callum says, moving to kneel behind Linus. “Can’t fucking wait to knot you, though.”

“Stop talking then,” he sasses. My brother cracks his hand across Linus’ ass and the moan he makes has me clawing at my control as it threatens to escape me.

Linus and Quinn are so alike, they’re both brats when they feel safe, and they both make me insane.

Callum buries his face into Linus’ throat as he thrusts deeper inside of his ass. Instead of pain, his cock is met with moans and begging for more. It appears our omega likes a little bit of pain and dominance as well.

This is what I love. Figuring out what they enjoy or dislike together, and then pushing them farther along the edge of it.

“My knot is fucking begging to get inside of you,” Callum moans.

“Move,” Quinn gasps. Her eyes are wide with need, desperate for more.

“Anything you want,” I say, my hips twisting as I fuck up into her. Her tits bounce as Callum fucks Linus into her, and we replace a rhythm quickly until we’re grinding our omegas over our knots.

I hope they’re ready to sleep with us inside of them, because I’m unsure my knot will go down anytime soon. The air smells like us, a mixture of all our scents. I can’t wait until her skin has me permanently marked on her, and I groan as I begin to push my knot inside of her. I kiss her sweet lips, knowing the stretch hurts, even if she is made to take it.

“That’s it, Sweet Girl. You’re doing so good. Just a little more,” I encourage her as she whines.

“More,” she echoes. God, this perfect, greedy girl.

Callum sucks on Linus’ skin between his shoulder and his neck, and our omega begins to beg for a bite.

“Not yet,” my brother whispers. “Take my knot, Linus. I won’t give you my bite until we’ve discussed it when you’re not drunk on my cock and scent.”

“Please,” he moans.

Callum is a hardass when it comes to limits, and this isn’t one that our omega is going to get my brother to change his mind on. Linus said himself he wasn’t ready.

Peppering Quinn’s skin with kisses, I tease her with my teeth, enjoying the way she clenches around me.

“Quinn, fuck,” Linus whimpers. “I’m going to come soon if you keep doing that. She feels too good.”

Her fingers rake through his hair, and she holds on as she’s shared by us. There’s no room for her to move much, which means she’s along for the ride. Her moans tell me she’s enjoying it, and I drop my head back as I feel her pussy stretch enough for me to fuck the rest of my knot into her.

My control slips completely as I rut into her cunt, and I hear the exact moment that Callum pushes his knot into Linus by his noises. The grunts of rutting alphas fill the room, my teeth begging to bite her. I fucking want to hear her say it.

Quinn squeals as she comes, her slick covering both Linus and I. This isn’t a sound she makes often, and my less mature side beats my chest. She’s this beautiful mess with her hair beginning to get plastered to her face with sweat, her lips swollen with our kisses.

She looks like ours.

“Bite,” she growls, her gaze hard as she stares at me.

“Mine,” I say in return, my fingers tangling in her hair to pull her head to the side. My teeth sink into her skin, and immediately the thread of awareness of her mind can be felt inside me. “Bite me back, Sweet Girl. Make this official.”

Quinn doesn’t even hesitate pulling me close to her as she does. White lights explode in front of my eyes, and I can feel her happiness as she comes around my cock again. Linus and Callum follow soon after, and we carefully lay down since we’re still all connected.

“I love you,” I whisper to Quinn as my eyes begin to droop.

I swear I hear, “I love you too,” in my mind as sleep claims me just as thoroughly as she has.