Page 88 of Crossing the Top Line

Oli’s knot has deflated, allowing him to slip free before snuggling back down with me.

“Is this okay?” he asks, all the confidence of before gone and replaced with true trepidation.

I nod, underscoring my consent by wriggling into a more comfortable position and clutching the blanket closer before closing my eyes. His lips brush my hair before another blanket is draped over the both of us. Eli settles near our heads, and the last thing I feel as I drift off into sleep is his fingers playing with my hair as Oliver’s purr rattles my back.

Ispendthefirstforty-eight hours in my room, the door firmly locked with a towel stuffed into the gap at the floor. But it’s not a good enough seal to keep her scent out of my room. It’s stronger now than it has been in the months since we reunited, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get it out of my nose, even if I wanted to. The storm muffles most of the sound, only the occasional scream of ecstasy rising above the thunder and wind.

I told myself that I could handle this. That it didn’t matter what happened between Tori and my roommates. She is a coworker, and we’ve only just started to be friendly again. But the longer this storm lasts, the thinner my resolve becomes. The only thing that stops me every time I close my hand around my doorknob is the knowledge that Oliver and Elijah are taking care of her. She doesn’t need me, and I know that my presence would do more harm than good.

But after two days in my room with the occasional sprint to my bathroom and back, it’s not my resolve that runs out, but my food supply. I’d gathered up as many snacks as I could that first night, but I’d consumed the last of the potato chips before I slept. I consider trying to text Oliver or Eli, but their phones are probably either off or dead after three days without power. Left with no other choice, I brace myself before removing the towel and pulling my door open.

The smell of raspberries, cinnamon, magnolias, and sex fills the air, only growing stronger with each step I take toward the stairs. I should just hold my breath, keep my head down, and get in and out of the kitchen as fast as I can. But some deeply masochistic part of my mind slows my steps and keeps my lungs moving, drawing in more and more of the potent scent. My cock, which I’ve been stubbornly ignoring despite its desperate pleas for attention, springs to life, tenting my loose basketball shorts obscenely. I don’t even dare to adjust it, not sure if I’d be able to stop touching myself once I started.

A moan draws my attention, and I consider retreating, leaving them in privacy until a more opportune moment. But my feet move against my will, descending the stairs slowly. I shouldn’t look, shouldn’t be here. But when I reach the bottom of the stairs, my eyes betray me, too. And once I look, I can’t tear them away.

Tori is on Oliver’s lap, his arms hooked under her knees and holding her naked body wide open. Her breasts heave, but the apex of her thighs is obscured by Eli’s head, and the deliciously obscene noises he’s making with his mouth leave no room for doubt as to what he’s up to down there. Tori is a goddess, breasts heaving as she pants, her head thrown back as one of her hands grips Eli hard by the hair, pushing him deeper into her core.

None of them notice me, and my hand twitches as I watch the trio. My cock throbs in time with my racing heartbeat, and my balls ache. She’s beautiful, pleasure twisting her face into a half-smile, eyes closed as she chases release on Eli’s tongue. Her taste haunts some of my best nightmares, and I swallow the rush of saliva to stop myself from outright drooling.

I’m so focused on Tori that a low growl catches me off guard, making me jump. Oliver’s amber eyes are lit up like neon signs in the low light, narrowed in a glare aimed directly at me. Tori looks up, her eyes hazy with pleasure through her half-lidded stare.

“Thought you would have known better than to come down,” Oliver snaps, grip tightening possessively on Tori’s legs.

Eli is a man on a mission and doesn’t even spare me a sideways glance, drawing a deep moan from Tori’s chest. Then she…laughs. A pretty, girlish sound, breathless from her panting.

“Couldn’t keep away, could you, BlackJack?” she taunts, using the hand not in Eli’s hair to cup her breast and squeeze.

“I…I just…Food. I need…” I stumble over my words, brain completely short-circuiting as Tori pinches her own nipple hard, her back arching.

“Get what you need and leave,” Oliver growls, words full of warning and impatience.

“Oh, don’t be jealous,mon roi. I bet Spencer’s been up there stroking his cock raw, trying to picture what we’ve been up to,” Tori says, giggles lifting her words.

I shake my head, finally able to look away as heat floods my ears and cheeks. This is a new side of Tori, nothing like the dainty, biddable omega I’d left behind in the nest. This Tori is sensual, teasing, a seductress with prey caught in her trap. And I want to tell myself that I don’t like what I’m seeing, but the amount of pre-cum leaking from my cock begs to differ.

“I could barely hear anything,” I mutter, the lie obvious even to my ears.

Tori laughs again, and I look back at her face. She’s smiling, and my heart skips a beat with the dangerous glint in her darkened eyes. When she lifts her hand and crooks a single finger, my body lurches forward until I round the corner of the sectional, facing her fully.

“Look at how hard you are,” she mutters, a touch of astonishment mixing with her teasing. “And you haven’t made yourself come once, this whole time?”

I shake my head, heart in my throat, choking off any reply. Tori opens her mouth to say something else, but Eli lifts a hand, his fingers disappearing behind his face. Judging by the gasp and moan Tori makes, he must have put them inside her. My fingers twitch with the memory of how her cunt squeezed my digits, of how hard I had to work to withdraw them to finger fuck her properly.

“Eyes on me. Watch me as I come all over another alpha’s face,” Tori snaps.

I don’t know what part of me she’s tapped into, but I obey without a second of hesitation. It doesn’t take long for her to get there, and her eyes stay locked with mine as her moans get louder and louder until she’s screaming Eli’s name. She shudders as he works her through the orgasm, pulling away after she’s fully sated, turning around to look at me with a Cheshire Cat grin. His chin shines with her slick, his tongue sliding out to lick it clean.

“Are you done playing with your toy, princess?” Oliver purrs into Tori’s ear, kissing her neck.

I swallow again, not sure what to do. This doesn’t feel right. I’m almost positive a sober and fully medicated Tori wouldn’t want me here. If she asks me to leave now, I will listen, but I can’t force my feet to move. When she tilts her head to look at me, I brace myself for the rejection. It would only be fitting, considering what I’ve done. She might not be in a full heat, but it would be poetic for her to send me away, a just punishment. But instead, she smiles.

“You can walk away, go get your snacks and hide in your room for however long we’re stuck here. Or you can pull up a chair, and watch how good these boys have been treating me, taking care of me when I need them the most. You can touch yourself if you want, but you’ll have to beg to come. Make me, and them, believe you truly deserve it.”

There’s a long moment of near silence when I can only stare, jaw slack and eyes wide. I know I should just turn around, leave well enough alone, and walk away. But that part of me is shoved aside as the primal part of my mind surges forward, demanding I obey. I’m hardly aware of giving the order before my limbs move, and I drag one of the armchairs around to face Tori, Oli, and Eli, and dropping into it.

“That’s a good boy,” Tori purrs, smiling wide.

And why does my heart flip and cock twitch after hearing her say that? Something to discuss with a therapist who isn’t my mother.

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