Page 31 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

Hunter releases one of my hips and moves his fingers to my clit, making small, tight circles on the over-sensitive nub. He pushes me higher and higher until I fall over the cliff with a soul-consuming wail no doubt heard from behind the closed door.

Gavin slams into me three more times before he pushes his weight against my back, thrusting me down onto Hunter’s knot with a pop. My core spasms, locking him into me as Gavin grunts out his release. Hunter, not one to be left with blue balls, rocks me against his knot until he comes with a loud groan.

My limbs shake from the force of my orgasm, my throat hoarse from screaming their names. My arms give out, and I fall onto Hunter’s sweaty chest, closing my eyes. Gavin pulls out from my abused back hole and sprawls out on the bed next to us. The guys quietly talk, but I ignore them, basking in afterglow of what we just did.

Hunter’s knot finally deflates, and a whine breaks free when he slips from my protesting body. I’m too out of it to drag him back, but I would if I could. He should never be apart from me. Neither of them should.

Gavin slides out of the bed, his taunt ass on full display as he disappears into the bathroom, coming back with two wet washcloths. He hands one to Hunter before softly sitting back down next to me.

The guys carefully clean my sore and sated body, mindful of the tender flesh they abused. But you definitely won’t hear me complaining. That was one of the most mind-blowing experiences I’ve ever had. Now, if only Arden could have joined us. Maybe even Vinny. One day, hopefully, it’ll happen. The way it’s meant to be.

Gavin takes the cloth from Hunter once they are both finished, and Hunter smoothly maneuvers me, draping me across his tattooed chest. He whispers sweet nothings against the crown of my head as Gavin slips back in on the other side, holding out a small glass of water and a bright pink pill in his hand. I grumble as Hunter sits up, bringing my body with him so I can take the first pill toward my new future—the future where an alpha can’t control me.

After swallowing the pill down and handing the glass to Gavin, I flop back down on Hunter’s chest, sighing in contentment when Gav curls around my lower body. The only thing that would make this perfect would be Arden cuddling with us, too. But we haven’t heard a word since he disappeared before everything got started.

My eyes get heavier the longer we lay here, my mind on the two others who should be here with us. Even if I’m not ready for Vinny to be part of the physical aspect of this relationship, I would still feel better if he is at least in the same room with us. Then I would know we are all safe.

After all, we still have enemies out there, amassing to take us down.

My fingers lazily trace small circles on Haylee’s hip as tiny snores break from her lips. It’s so damn adorable when she lets herself fall into a deep sleep. She drools and snores, and sometimes, she’ll even talk about the weirdest shit in her sleep. But I’d never say that to her face. I’d be risking my cock if I did, and I like him right where he is, thank you very much.

Thank fuck Gavin remembered to give her the first dose of the Hextraglitheron drug. I forgot all about it the moment I had her in my arms. Which seems to happen more often than not. Something about her makes me forget about all the bad and only want to focus on her.

Gavin snores right along with her—the noisy fucker—using her plump ass as a makeshift pillow. He won’t be able to do that for long if some of those side effects come to fruition. I’ll have to talk with Arden about stock opportunities in Glade or maybe even that fancy shit, Febreeze.

Speaking of Arden, he never returned after receiving an alert from his constantly running computers in his office. It obviously had to be important, or he would have just checked it from his phone. Unless, of course, he only likes the group aspect when Haylee’s in heat. Nah. I highly doubt that. Any chance to get into Haylee’s pussy, he’d take it. Just like the rest of us.

At some point, I must have fallen asleep to thoughts of my omega’s cunt because the next thing I know, I’m flying up, dislodging Haylee, as the door to the bedroom slams against the wall, embedding the knob into the drywall. Arden and Vinny both come rushing in like the hounds of hell are on their heels, fury written all over their faces.

“Get up, we have trouble,” Vinny commands, all trace of the brother I know gone, replaced with the mafia Don himself.

“Trouble?” Haylee mumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Come on, princess. Time to put those skills to use. Let’s go, go, go.”

Sensing the urgency, Gavin and I jump out of bed, grabbing our discarded clothes and slipping them on as Haylee rushes into the closet to get dressed. She comes out moments later wearing black leggings and a black hoodie, her hair pulled up in a haphazard bun on the top of her head.

We all rush out of the room, following Vinny and Arden as they disappear into the master suite. The escape door is open in the closet, leading down to the safe room, where everything is stashed for instances just like this. Deja vu hits me square in the chest; things were extremely tense the last time we did this. But after getting the hidden door shut, I make it down the narrow stairs and step into the safe room, watching Vinny get a vest over Haylee’s head, latching it tight around her small frame. Arden is already suited up, along with Gavin, and once Haylee is secured, Vinny tosses his vest over his own head.

That’s such a drastic change; I wish I could hug the man for finally getting his head out of his ass. But there’s no time for that.

Arden is typing away on the keyboard in front of the vast wall of monitors, pulling up our current security footage. My teeth grind as I see what looks like an entire military fleet taking out the guards stationed around the compound. This shit is getting out of fucking hand. We haven’t had this many problems in, like…ever. So what the fuck has changed?

My eyes shift to Haylee on their own accord. Could they be here for her? That’s the only explanation that seems even remotely plausible.

Well, fuck them. They aren’t getting their hands on my omega. She’s fucking mine.

Gavin slams his hand down on the wall, dislodging the slider to the vast array of weapons we have stashed in the room. He wastes no time pulling them out and passing them back, loading everyone up. Haylee steps around him and puts her hands on her hips, eyeing all the pieces in front of her.

“What’s it going to be, baby girl?” Gavin places his hands on her shoulders, surveying over the top of her head.

After she’s done rooting around in there, she steps around Gavin, and my heart stutters seeing just how fucking sexy she looks strapped. One of her thighs is wrapped in a knife holster, the sheath snug against her black leggings, almost blending in. A double-shoulder holster is tightened around her small frame, holding two Smith and Wesson 9mms. But the one thing that makes my cock hard and ready to blow my load is the AR-15 she’s clutching to her chest.

She looks every bit the mafia princess at this very moment.

Damn. I discreetly adjust myself. I’m a very, very lucky fucker.

A triple knock sounds at the hidden door leading into the house, alerting us that the inside security is ready to roll. Before we head out, Arden passes out comms, calling for mic checks. We all check in, as do the security posted up at various points around the house.

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