Page 151 of Broken Dreams

“Why don’t you use the other wall so you can watch?” Duncan groans, his hand rolling over the crown of his shaft to gather his dripping cream over himself.

“Fuck,” Linus mutters, lifting me away from the wall as I gasp. He relocates me to the wall that’ll allow us both to watchDuncan, never pulling his cock out of my cunt. I’m dripping wet, sure that my slick is covering Linus’ balls as well as his stomach.

Being an omega is messy. It doesn’t help that he’s just as aroused, his cock thrusting extra precum and slick deep inside of my body.

“You feel so good,” Linus moans, grinding against me. Each movement hits my clit perfectly, and I tear at his hair as I writhe.

“I’m already so close to coming,” Duncan growls. “I love watching the way Linus fucks you. Your greedy little nub is getting the perfect amount of attention, isn’t it, sweet girl?”

His words make me keen as an embarrassing amount of slick slides out of me.

“Oh fuck,” Linus gasps. I know he felt that, along with the pulse of my pussy as it makes it her mission to milk his cock dry. “That’s it, Quinn. Give it all to me.”

Duncan’s noises turn me on as I watch him twist and turn his hand in corkscrew motions around his cock, his knot large and thick.

“Fist your knot,”I beg him through the bond. “Pretend it’s my cunt.”

“Such a dirty fucking mouth,” Duncan gasps. “Watch me, baby. This is for you both. Make our girl come, Linus.”

His other hand squeezes his knot hard, and he works himself over roughly with both hands. The view makes Linus squish his cheek against mine so we can watch together, my eyesight slowly threatening to darken. My toes are tingling as I cross my feet at his back, and Linus’ curved cock strokes my g-spot in a way only he can.

“Argh,” I scream, unable to even think of stringing sounds together to make words. I’m overcome with sensations, my mind void of anything other than needing to fucking come.

“That’s a good girl,” Linus rasps. “Your pussy is fluttering beautifully around my cock. Our alpha is holding on just for us, baby. Give the man some mercy and let go.”

The words ring true, because Duncan’s throat is thickly corded as he struggles to hold on. The crown of his cock is red and angry, begging for the mercy Linus talks about.

And so, as my chest heaves and my eyes begin to leak with tears from how intense this moment is, I let go, crying out as I come around Linus’ cock. Duncan’s roar as he finds his release makes the hair on my body stand at attention, and Linus whines as he shudders, exploding as he coats the walls of my pussy with his cum.

He holds me as we struggle in the aftermath of orgasms, and Duncan strips off his clothes as he climbs into the shower with us now that he’s wearing his release all over his washboard abs.

“If we’re going to be late, I may as well take care of my omegas,” he rumbles, taking the detachable showerhead to help us clean up.

I couldn’t agree with him more. God, we’re so damn lucky. Even in the face of all the shit we’re facing, there’s time to bask in how much our alphas add to our lives.

CHRISTIAN

It’s been almost a month since I rolled into Minneapolis and refused to leave. That’s ten mafia meetings, twenty days of building a new house, and pushing the idea of making patrolling of the city’s streets into a reality.

Mafia men gossip when they're working through problems. Things their mates have told them, things they’ve overheard orare worried about. One of those things was whether or not the streets were safe after dark in Minneapolis.

No one wanted to do anything about it other than talk in circles, so I finally asked if I could help put together groups to patrol the city. I’m not sleeping more than a few hours a day anyway, I needed something to do in the long hours of the night other than stare at the ceiling.

It turns out, that’s all the old men needed to get their asses in gear. Someone on the outside to shame them.

I’m patrolling the city within a three person group, and they’re always different people, different designations. Everyone has been worried, wanting to organize, but needed the agreement of those higher up before they could do so.

Now that this is no longer a problem, sign-ups have made their way through the community, with four groups patrolling on any given night from the hours of ten at night until five in the morning. Once I finish my shift, I grab a shower before going to the transitional living construction site.

Some nights, there’s no trouble, while others we’ll offer to walk people home when we see them out late. The first few times we were met with surprise and terror, until they realized we were for real.

I can count four nights in the past twenty that I’ve found the trouble that I’ve been patrolling for. Once, I was with a college aged alpha who clearly has mafia ties named Bentley, and a beta enforcer. An omega named Orla was on her way home from her bartender job, and was fighting off a couple of bruisers who were trying to drag her into an alley.

Refusing to fuck around, I yanked one of them away, drew my gun, and shot him in the head. The people with me, beat the shit out of the other guy while Orla caught her breath against the wall of the building next to us, not even batting an eye when I killed him too.

I found out that night that the mafia community had a really good response time when I called my contact and explained what happened.

Even the people who thought this was overkill have stopped complaining, and there’s a zero tolerance policy for anyone caught hurting someone while we’re patrolling. The pigs have been eating really well, I was told at my last meeting with Corbin a few nights ago.

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