Page 22 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

“Come for me, little killer. Soak my beard so I can smell you for a week.”

His words are the catalyst to the orgasm he said I needed. Hunter’s name leaves my lips in a sharp cry as he doubles his efforts, lick, sucking, thrusting through every twitch of my body, every pulse of my inner walls, until I come down and everything gets too sensitive for him to continue.

Hunter pulls my legs from his shoulders and sits back on the bed, a wide smile on his too handsome face, my slick completely drenching his facial face. The man got what he wanted.

I scramble up, wanting to repay the mind-blowing orgasm, but before I can so much as rip the towel from his waist to get to the thick cock straining in my direction, he plucks me off the mattress and heads toward the bathroom once again.

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After cleaning us up for the second time tonight, Hunter curls his large body around mine, tucking my head under his chin. He falls asleep in less than ten minutes, his even breathing lulling me into a peaceful trance.

My body feels wonderfully sated, but this omega would kill for a knot.

Before I can get my mind to shut off for the night, my thoughts turn to Vinny once again. Hunter gave me his answer, and I completely understand his stance on what can happen if Vinny hurts me again. It’s going to be a challenge getting past it all, but the fact we are fated may actually help heal some of that hurt.

But if he thinks it’ll be easy, he’s got another thing coming.

If he wants me, he’s going to have to give me time to come to terms with it. And he’s going to have to work for it.

Hard.

Today couldn’t have come fast enough. Doc should be here shortly, and today is the day he removes the cast on my arm. It’s been a month since I woke up from the coma, and six weeks since Bianca’s unprovoked attack against me. We are still no closer to finding her, but I have hope that she’ll slip up, and we’ll nail her ass. It’s the least she deserves.

The highlight of the past two weeks has been making Vinny sweat while he waits for my answer. He’s been very attentive but never overstepping his bounds where the rest of my guys are concerned. I’ve spent countless nights talking to them all, and we all agree that he needs to do more than say pretty words before our relationship turns to anything physical. Actions speak louder than words, and in this case, it wouldn’t be any different.

A knock at the front door has me squealing in excitement, knowing exactly who is on the other side. I jump up from the couch, bee-ling for the entryway, but a muscular arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back into a hard chest with an oomph.

“You know better than that, baby girl,” Gavin whispers into my ear, his lips brushing the shell, sending a shiver down my spine. That’s another thing that’s changed in the past two weeks. Their touches have been happening a lot more, enticing me but never giving me the knot I’ve been such a good girl for. My fingers are crossed that that will all change once Doc takes this fucking cast off.

Arden slips past us and answers the door before Andre can get there to do it. Vinny comes out of the hallway leading to the office and leans against the wall in wait for the guest to enter. Arden opens the door wider, and Doc strolls in without a care in the world and a giant smile on his face.

“Well, shit, dollface, you look happy to see me,” Doc jokes, earning four terrifying growls coming from all directions. I swear that man has a fucking death wish. It’s not the first time he’s called me dollface, but he does it just to piss these males off. And I find it absolutely fucking hilarious. Them, not so much. “Shall we?” He holds out his arm, beckoning me to play along.

The guys are to flip, but damn. It’ll be fun.

Extracting myself from Gavin’s arms is a feat, but he finally relents, and I throw a little extra sway in my hips as I head to Doc. I slip my arm into his and lean my head on his shoulder, fluttering my lashes at him. We head down the hall, but before we disappear into the room, I glance back, finding four murderous men trailing behind us. I throw them a wink, just to piss them off.

And fuck, does it work.

Right as we enter the medical office, my arm is ripped away from Doc, and he goes flying, slamming against the wall with Vinny’s large hand wrapped around his throat. Doc sputters, not fighting back, but definitely fighting not to laugh outright in his face. Vinny bares his teeth, growling and snarling in his face, his instincts telling him to eliminate the threat. But Doc is far from threatening.

Doc starts to turn an alarming shade of purple, and it’s at that point I know this needs to end. It’s no longer funny when someone’s about to die. Well, that depends on who the person is. And Doc is not that person.

“Vinny,” I murmur, placing my hand on his shoulder. His body stiffens at the contact but doesn’t let go of his prey. “Dammit, Vinny.” I slap him upside the back of the head. “Let go. We were messing with you guys. Doc’s girlfriend would never let him entertain another chick. And I’ve already got too many cocks and not enough holes. So hands off.”

Gavin sputters at my crassness, but none of the guys deny it. This girl only has three holes, and one of them is still off-limits. For now. I need to be knot-drunk and slippery as hell to try that. Maybe even have a little liquid courage. Because yes, I want all three of them at once, but the thought alone is intimidating.

And if Vinny enters the mix in that way, well, shit, looks like someone’s getting a hand.

Vinny finally relents, watching with satisfaction as Doc chokes and gasps the second his hand disappears. He spins around and grips my chin, tilting my head up. “Not funny, princess. I’ll have to make sure your men punish you for that later.”

I gasp, shuddering at the promise of punishment. My panties grow damp the longer he looks down on me, earning desire-laced growls from the rest of the guys in the room. Minus poor Doc, of course. He continues coughing, trying to regain his breath.

“If you’re done, I’d like to get this done and get the fuck out of here before one of you assholes kills me,” Doc grunts, finally pulling away from the wall and getting everything together to take the cast off.

“Come see me in the office after you’re done, princess. Arden found a few things that I need to run by you.” He doesn’t wait for an answer, just moves around me and leaves the room, the rest of the guys following closely behind him. Andre comes in a moment later and starts to collect the supplies Doc needs and places them on a metal tray in the corner.

I hop up onto the medical bed in the middle of the room, getting comfortable for what will probably be the longest hour of my life.

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