Page 50 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

“Will he okay?” I ask with worry. I’m almost scared that when Hunter releases him, he’ll attack him.

“Yeah, as soon as you get what you need, what he so desperately wants to give you, he’ll snap out of it.”

With that, Hunter starts again, this time tucking his hand in the barely-there space between us and strumming my clit. It isn’t long until Hunter makes me scream when he flicks my sensitive nub.

“Come for him, Omega,” Vinny growls, his words garbled by the extra length in his teeth.

My gaze connects with his, and he bites his lip, giving me a small nod. That nod speaks volumes. It’s his way of saying it’s okay. That he’ll be okay once Hunter and I finish.

Hunter must see it, too, because he speeds up, beating his knot at my entrance, practically begging for entry. He pinches my clit the moment he breaches my hole, sending me off like firework to explode in the sky. My head tosses back, the chains on my wrists clattering as my keening cry reverberates around the chamber.

Every single muscle in my body locks up for a moment, my mind shrouded in mist, only brought back by the sexiest dual groans I’ve ever heard.

After catching his breath, Hunter takes my leg off his shoulder and wraps it around his waist. I voice my protest at the movement with an incoherent noise, making him chuckle. His large hand softly massages my hip, working the slight ache out of it from being where it was for so damn long.

Once I’m fully relaxed against his chest, he holds me tenderly with one hand as he reaches up, undoing my wrists and rubbing them to alleviate the ache. Then he moves to unbind Vinny. He doesn’t give him the same sweet treatment of rubbing out the aches; instead, he heads toward the door, leaving Vinny with a raging hard-on and the directive that, once again, he's not allowed to take care of himself. I would have said the same, but I'm so damn tired the words don't make it past my lips. I watch over Hunter's shoulder as Vinny grimaces and rearranges himself in his slacks. For a moment, I thought Vinny may have come in his pants when we came, but he didn’t.

One thing that does surprise me though is the fact that not once did he protest what we've done. Or what we’ve put him through.

If this was prior to his apology, I'm almost certain he would demand to be taken care of. Because that's all he did before. He demanded everything. Our time. Our attention. Our compliance. But now. Now, the man seems to be rolling with the punches and taking things day by day. And I'm so thankful for that because it's showing me that he's growing from the asshole he was into someone I can be proud to call my mate. Sometime here soon, I'm going to get him alone and take that next step with him.

It's time.

My eyes get heavier the longer I think about it. And, soon, they close on their own accord, thrusting me into a dreamland where all four of my mates are at my bedside, ready to give me all the love my body can handle and more.

The wrecked skin of my wrists throb, the ache a constant reminder of the show Hunter put on a few days ago with Haylee and I both trussed up in chains. At least she had fun. Me on the other hand? I hurt. And I’m not just talking about my wrists. My knot and my nuts are in serious fucking pain. I need to come like yesterday, but Haylee is still holding me to my punishment.

This punishment of hers will seem like child’s play after I’m done turning her ass red and choking her on my cock. And she’s going to enjoy every minute of it and thank me afterward.

Fuck. Just thinking about when it happens makes me hard once again. I rearrange myself in my slacks, wincing at the dull ache that’s more persistent than ever. For most of my life, I’ve been able to get my rocks off by any willing woman who even looked my way. But they just don’t do it for me anymore.

These women still throw me looks full of lust and passion when I’m out on the town, but they don’t get my blood pumping and my dick to stand tall the way she does. Whether that’s because of the mate bond or because it’s her, I have no idea. But something has got to give soon. Eventually, a stiff wind is going to make me explode in my pants.

My phone rings, breaking me out of the thoughts of embarrassing myself by coming like a twelve-year-old boy. Hopefully, this is one of the calls I’ve been waiting on. We need allies. Backup. People who will actually have our asses when we go in to annihilate this fucker.

Rearranging myself one last time, I unbutton my black pinstripe suit jacket and sit down at my desk, answering my phone.

“Vincenzo Andoneli.”

“Mr. Andoneli, I just got the message that you wished to speak with me. I apologize it’s taken a few days to return your call. Let’s just say we were in a bit of a rut over here,” she giggles, making me smile at her joke.

“Mrs. Rose, it’s so great to hear your voice. And no worries, we all know how consuming those can become.”

“Oh, please, Vincenzo. You know you can call me Kali. We were basically family once upon a time.” Yes, we were. Back when I was a kid before all the training for my position commenced. While Andre was there for the three of us boys growing up, there was someone else who gave me the love of a mother I never had. Kali’s mom, Anastasia, played the part of my nanny as well as our family chef.

Andre gave us the family love we needed, while Ana gave the motherly love we were so desperate for. The poor woman is probably rolling over in her grave over all the atrocities I’ve committed during my life, even more so since Haylee’s been in the picture.

Kali is a beta, two years younger than me, basically Gavin’s age. For a while, we actually thought they might be mates since they spent so much time together, but it just never happened. Especially after Ana died and Kali moved away to live with her grandparents on the other side of the world.

Once she turned twenty, she returned to the States and got herself mixed up with the local gangs two states away. And when I say mixed up, I mean the leaders basically took one look at her and claimed her as their mate. Now, she leads the Anarchy Flames right alongside them. Hence why I called her.

“You’re right, Kali.” I shift in my seat, leaning back and kicking my feet upon the glossy surface of my desk. “But I wish I was calling to play catch up.”

“The message said it was important and urgent. What’s up?” Someone yelled something in the background, and I barely heard her yell something back, the noise muffled probably by her hand covering the receiver. “Sorry.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you because I need the Anarchy Flame’s help. There aren’t a lot of people I can trust with this.”

The sound of the door closing on the other side of the call greeted my ears. “I’m listening.”

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