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“Nova,” Lars growls. The tip of his cock is red and angry, and he looks like he’s about to blow. “Where do you want my cum? I can’t wait much longer.”
Pulling his cock out of her mouth, Tyde grins lazily. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a Dom in another life.
“Get on your knees for him, Nova,” he says. “Let me push your tits together so he can fuck them. Be his pretty little toy, won’t you?”
I frown at his words, but they don’t trigger her at all. Pushing up so that her knees are spread wide apart, she continues to fuck herself with her fist as Tyde pushes her breasts together.
Lars stares at Nova as if she is the most incredible omega in the world, and it’s because she is. I’ve never been through a heat with an omega before. It’s not something I wanted to do. I know how painful they can be from talking to Hollis, I didn’t want to be responsible for someone else in such an emotional and intense setting.
I always liked my freedom, it’s why I stepped away from the mafia. I just wish I understood Nova better, and the only way to do that is to be glued to her side.
I suppose this is a good first start then.
Lars bends his knees and shoves his cock between Nova’s tits before spitting in the cleavage. Between her skin sweating and his saliva, he has the perfect place to fuck.
My eyes move back to her pussy, begging her to continue pushing her fist inside herself. Her body is tilted forward in such a way that I have the perfect view, and my eyes roll back as ropes of cum spray over her cunt and disappearing fist. In fact, the extra bodily fluid allows her fist to slide deeper inside of herself until it swallows her fist whole.
Bending until I’m at eye level with her cunt, I suck on her clit, enjoying her mewls.
“Oh…please don’t stop,” she begs.
“Open your hand inside your pussy, baby. Stroke your g-spot from the inside,” Tyde purrs.
Her sounds get wilder and louder as she does as he says, and she comes just as Lars comes between her tits. Somehow, he lasted longer than she did, but I have her slick drenching my face. If this was a competition, I’d claim the prize.
Chapter Nine
HOLLIS
Frowning at my phone, I drop my head back on the couch pillows. My laptop is on the table beside me, saved over from helping Caleb and Lars find Nova. I am learning a lot about what’s been happening to her, and I’m not happy about it.
How the fuck can my very chronic migraines be hurting my twin sister?I want to hug her and apologize, but I don’t know how I’d start it.
‘I’m sorry I was born first, created some type of psychic link that only sometimes works, and you felt what I did when I purposefully got my ass handed to me when I was kidnapped because they thought I was you?’ Somehow, that feels very long winded and uncalled for.
“You okay?” Malcolm asks, walking into the room.
I glare at him even though none of this is his fault and he holds his hands up in defeat. Hacking into networks with broken fingers and finding out your sister is in heat don’t go well together.
“My best friends both have the emotional intelligence of gnats outside of their interactions with me, and they’re my sister’s scent matches. What are the fucking odds?” I ask.
My other pack members trail into the room, and Felix brings me an emotional support water bottle. I’m supposed to be drinking more liquids after being so dehydrated, so I take an obligatory sip from the straw. I’m glad I don’t have to lift it, because that wouldn’t go well.
I’m tolerating the pain from my injuries alright, but I really want a nap. Unfortunately, I can’t get my brain to shut down long enough to sleep. How can I sleep when my sister isn’t doing well?
I got a text from Caleb earlier to tell me that they’d found her and were driving to someone’s house to help her, but that wasn’t enough information for me. Instead, I tracked his phone to where they currently are, and I need to figure out if Dr. Tyde Stewart and I will need a conversation about what happens to people who treat my sister badly.
“Biology is wild,” Remy mumbles, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Don’t we know it.
“It feels like it’s been a week instead of a couple of days,” I sigh. “I want to shoot Caleb and Lars both in their dicks for keeping the fact that Nova is their scent match from me, but I only shoot to kill.”
The last part is said with some sadness, and my pack stares at me with varying degrees of horror.
“You’re secretly a serial killer, aren’t you?” Brice asks slowly.
“Would you love me any less if I told you that I am technically a serial killer?” I ask. I did kill three people recently.
