Placing my hand over my eyes so I can’t see him rogering the doll, unfortunately Icanstill hear him.
“Oh, Gertie, you’re so wet, oh, yes, baby. Uhn, uhn.” He speeds up his thrusts.
“Gertie?” I deign to ask against my will, peering out through my fingers.
“Dirty Gertie,” he pants, clutching at the doll’s hips. Its tits bounce a little bit enticingly, and I’m mesmerized by them for a moment before Xander notices me looking.
“Pretty perfect, isn’t she?”
I draw my eyes away, but drop my hand. “Hmm.”
“Well, she’ll do until we can finally find Strawberries.” He growls as he says the nickname we’ve given her, for lack of anything better. “I’d offer her up, but you’ve got your little playthings coming over later, right?”
I shake my head. “No, not this time.”Not ever again.
“Oh?” He pounds and pounds, having the stamina of the strong alpha he is.
He might not be able to keep his baser instincts to himself, but he can hold onto an orgasm when he wants to.
“It feels like a betrayal,” I say softly, hoping he won’t hear me over his grunting.
He does though. “I know what you mean.” He indicates the doll.
I give him a look that says I understand and won’t joke about it anymore. He’s doing what he needs to do. Much like I will have to in a little while.
Although what that is without the hot omega playmates to occupy my time, I have no idea.
“You can have a go with Gertie when I’m finished,” Xander says, interrupting my thoughts.
I actually think about it for a second before I shake my head. I don’t think I’m that desperate.
Yet.
Xander concentrates all of his efforts on banging the doll into submission. Moments later, he lets out a low growl as he knots the doll and shoots his load into it. He collapses face first onto it before he turns his head to stare at me, resting his cheek on its face. “You sure? She’s fucking good.”
“I’m sure,” I assure him and stand up.
“Hey, where are you going? You’re supposed to stay with me.”
“I’ll be back in a little while. I doubt you’re going to go anywhere or do anything with a sex doll stuck on your knot, for fuck’s sake.”
“Good point,” he agrees. “Be back in ten minutes. It’ll start to go down then.”
“Ten minutes,” I repeat and slip out of his bedroom to march down the hallway of the first floor of the manor house until I reach my own room, three doors down.
Aiming straight for the bathroom, I shut the door and lock it, turning to glare at myself in the mirror over the cream marble basin. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and navy trousers, I look good. I have made sure to be impeccably dressed since the night Matt came home with the scent of our omega all over him, just in case we find her.
We haven’t.
Three long months and nothing. We have searched everywhere. Combed the entire city and have now extended our search outwards. It is upsetting and frustrating and I understand why Sebastian has taken himself off for the night. He has been more aggressive than usual, which is saying something. We have all felt the lack of her being here, even though we have never even met her or know her name, her scent is enough. We know we want her, and wewillfind her and make her ours, no matter what it takes.
I fix my already perfect, short brown hair and lean forward to stare into my hazel eyes. They are tinged with just a bit of blue this evening. I am the personification of restraint, elegance and sophistication, but don’t let the exterior fool you. Inside lurks a beast just as possessive and obsessive as Sebastian and just as psychotic as Xander.
I just know how to hide it better.
Bending down to open the cupboard under the basin, I pull out the blue t-shirt that Matt was wearing the night he screwed our omega. Something which is not talked about anymore or we would probably tear him to shreds. Their encounter is best forgotten, but I can’t forget. I won’t. Not when I have her fading scent on his piece of clothing that I snatched out of his laundry basket before the maid, or one of the other men, got to it.
Holding it to my face, I breathe in deeply, closing my eyes and picturing her slicking all over my cock.