Page 7 of Savage Trap

“There’s nowhere for you to go, little wolf,” he croons as he straddles her chest, his knees digging into the mattress as he strokes his cock. She opens her mouth eagerly, sticking out her pink tongue, and Rory groans loud enough to be heard in Chicago.

But I distract them both by shucking my jeans and sweeping my dick along her thighs, coating it in her slick. “Ready to stretch at both ends, sweetheart?”

She mumbles her assent and I look over Rory’s shoulder to see that she’s already stuffed with his cock. I smirk at the greedy asshole, then slide between her folds, my thumb curving over her clit, and I encourage her thighs to clamp on my hips. There are definitely easier ways to get her off, but that’s not the point. Elvi needs to feel hemmed in right now, held down and out of control.

I rock into her, hissing at the tight, silky glide. There’s nothing like the feel of her slick channel on my alpha cock, and my knot immediately starts to inflate. I grab it in my free hand while I keep working her nub, increasing the pressure every time Rory slides into her mouth. He’s taken over the dirty talk, telling her how good she looks under us and how hard she’s making our knots.

I don’t need to see her face. I can feel how blissed out she is through the bond, her stress melting away under the sensations rippling through her body.

Since I know she likes it so much, I grab Rory’s chin and twist it, kissing him hard. He tastes like Elvi’s slick and his own champagne-laced flavor, and I suck his tongue until I’ve stolen every drop. When I feel his body start to tense, I pull back, his eyes snapping with heat as I drag my thumb over his bruised bottom lip. “We’re gonna fill her up at the same time,” I tell him in my most guttural tone. “I want her choking on your cum so she can’t make a sound.”

Elvi groans, her cheeks red and her mouth stretched wide. But even stuffed to the brim, she’s still in control, humming around Rory’s girth and making his eyes roll. Female omegas have a gland in their throat that vibrates with their pleasure, and right now she’s dragging Rory to the edge.

“Don’t spill a drop, Elvi,” I warn her as I start to pump into her hard, and she moans her compliance. Her feet are hooked behind me, her thighs running with slick and I shudder as I watch her hands cup Rory’s butt, trying to stuff him in deeper. “You’re such a filthy, sweet omega,” I tell her as I tunnel in deep enough to lick across Rory’s back. “Come for us, princess. Shatter on our cocks and then suck down my knot.”

She explodes with a muffled cry, her pussy milking me while Rory unleashes down her throat. As soon as he’s done, he slides out of the way, peppering her neck and shoulders with kisses. But he’s making room for me to fall forward on my hands, Elvi slamming her hips up as I work my knot inside her.

Omegas are made to take this, but not without effort, and I soak up every tiny flinch on her face. Makes me an asshole, but I love the fact she wants me bad enough to work through the pain. And I’m animal enough to admit I like the sense of invasion, of pushing into her body and planting something there that won’t fade in a hurry.

“Look at you, little wolf,” Rory says in awe, stroking back her tangled hair. “Taking his fat knot like it’s nothing.”

I quirk a brow at that, but he just leans forward and licks a stripe up my chest, making me shiver. Elvi is still coming inside me, rolling shockwaves that work to suck me into her tight body. I drop my face to her throat, licking and nibbling my mating mark until it’s throbbing on my tongue. Her pussy softens at the pleasure flooding our bond, and I grip her hips, working my way deeper. And then when I’m all the way in, stretching her to the limit, Rory drops his head and licks around our rim. It’s enough to finish me off, Elvi crying out again as I unload behind my knot.

I manage to roll to my side, keeping my weight off her since we’re still locked together. It’ll take a good ten minutes for my knot to deflate, and Rory cuddles against her back, one hand cupping her breast while the other one pats my shoulder.

“Holy shit, bro,” he says as we both stare down at our blissed-out girl. “I like this dommie side of you. Looks like our cock conductor might have some competition.”

I glance at Elvi to see how she takes that, but her eyes are already closed, her breathing evening out. So I give Rory a quelling look. “Our job is to take care of her until he can take care of all of us.”

He just gives a jaw-cracking yawn, then grins up at me. “You’re not telling me anything I don’t want to hear.”

They’re both out like a light before my knot slips free, and I drop kisses on their lips as I climb off the bed. Scooping my pants off the floor, I step into the tiny ensuite. Other than the toilet, it has a shower for one and a miniature vanity. I quickly wash myself down at the sink, then grab my phone from my pocket. Sitting on the toilet lid, I pull up the chat screen to a game I’ve never played and scroll to the message window. We’ve only used this chat function a few times, and I’m always careful to delete the thread after we’re done. Not that our conversations are worth keeping, since Arben’s a man of limited words unless he’s bossing us around.

Which makes my jaw clench again as I text: You really need to be around more.

This isn’t a new message, and he usually just shoots me a query to feed to Link and his hacking skills. Another piece of the murder puzzle he’s figuring by himself while the rest of us twiddle our thumbs.

But this time he texts back: Keep them close. Something is hunting us.

Something? I compose a couple of questions, then delete them and settle on: Who?

Unknown.

Fuck. I need more than that to tell them.

Don’t. Not yet.

Is that an order, guardian?

There’s a long pause and then he returns with: Focus on the council and I’ll focus on our hunter.

I grind my teeth, but can’t deny the prickle down my spine. If Arben, the doctor of death and most dedicated assassin I’ve ever met, says we’re being hunted, there’s no point me whining at him. Okay, but when will we see you?

Soon. Keep them close.

I sigh. Arben never repeats himself unless it’s life or death. So I settle on: I’ll protect them or die trying.

Not good enough, he snaps right back. They die, we die.

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