Page 75 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

Haylee whimpers in my arms, reminding me of the precarious situation in our midst. Heat. Right.

“Go.” He shoos me away as the rest of the guys come through the front door.

As I head toward the back hallway, the one that leads toward Hunter’s torture chamber, I try to remember what the next was even like. I know I played in the room as a kid, the mattressed floor springy and the only place I could get away with jumping on the bed. Arden and I used to flip across the floor, learning to tumble in the one place we knew we couldn’t get hurt.

A basket with a case of water sitting on top sits outside the nondescript door, bringing back memories of when the same basket was sitting outside Haylee’s. That time sends a shiver down my spine as I remember the pain in my knot and balls when she was in heat prior. The need was so damn great to get to her, but my brothers wouldn’t allow it. I understand why, but at the time, I was bordering on a rut, and the only thing I was coherent about was the need to sink into my omega.

“Alpha,” my princess whines, “hurts.”

“I know, baby. I’ll make the pain go away, but I need to get you cleaned. Is that okay, omega? Can I give you relief in the shower before we enter your nest?”

“N-nest?” Her head lifts from my shoulder, looking around the hallway for any signs of a nest in the vicinity.

I grip the doorknob and throw the door open, clicking on the light. I don’t bother closing us in, knowing the guys will be right behind me after they clean up. Haylee’s blue eyes are bright like a cloudless sky when she takes in the twinkling fairy lights stretched across the place, barely illuminating the nest.

My eyes quickly adjust to the semi-darkness, spying the door to the bathroom on the wall to my left. Keeping to the outskirts of the mattress floor, I follow it around until I get to the ensuite. The lights in here are also dim, keeping with the natural theme of the room. There are no windows anywhere in the bathroom or the room itself, giving it the closed-in, small feeling omegas prefer in their nests when it’s anything but.

Haylee starts to fidget in my arms, her scent overwhelming my senses. My cock is as hard as stone as it’s been since the moment I saw Hunter take her against the wall of the house we found her in. There was something so damn undeniably hot about them both taking their pleasure after the hell of the past twenty-four hours. It may have been her heat riding her, but she looked like a death goddess as she clawed at his vest, the blood of our foes covering her from head to toe.

But it can no longer be comfortable on her skin as it’s long since dried and continues to flake from her skin with every move she makes.

Flipping on the tap and adjusting the temperature, I go back to the counter and sit Haylee down, sliding the coat from her shoulders. A sheen of sweat glistens on her grimy skin, and she clutches her stomach as her face twists in discomfort.

Quickly, I remove my boots and peel the too-constricting fabric from my body, leaving them in a pile in the corner of the bathroom. Steam envelops the small space, condensation fogging the mirror. Once all my clothes are discarded, I bring Haylee back into my arms. I don’t plan on knotting her in the shower, but at least giving her some relief. There’s a small chance I won’t be able to stop myself from marking her now that she’s given me permission, but here is the last place I want to bind my soul to her for eternity.

Haylee clings to me like a spider monkey as I enter the all-tile shower, directing her straight under the spray. The water slides across her skin, tinging pink as it flows over her back, rinsing the dirt and blood away. The hold Haylee has on me allows me to keep both hands free, and I take advantage of it by tilting her head back to soak her hair, then I grab the shampoo and work it through her dark locks. My fingers easily cut through the mats, leaving it tangle-free.

She starts to wiggle and squirm in my arms, whimpering and softly crying as she rubs her delicious, wet heat against my bulging knot. She’s almost clean; I just need to get the front of her washed off, then I can give her the relief she so desperately needs.

It’s a fight to get her to let go, but once she does, I place her on her unsteady feet. She claws to get back in my arms, but I hold her away, turning us so the water cascades down her front. The dirt and blood slowly slip off her skin, her flesh pinkening under the heat of the spray. I slip two fingers into her needy pussy, groaning as her walls suck me in. My free hand quickly soaps her up as she grinds against my palm, using me for her pleasure.

She’s unapologetic about it, too. All pretenses are thrown out the window as she tosses her head back with a cry that echoes around the small space as she reaches her peak. Her slick floods out around my fingers, breaking the tentative leash I have holding me back.

Quicker than I’ve ever moved in my life, I rip my fingers from her pussy, lift her in my arms, and impale her on my cock. She screams with a loud, “Yes!” clawing at my wet flesh with her broken fingernails. By the time the week is up, I’m sure the injuries to her fingers will be worse unless we can get them wrapped up when she’s resting. But for now, she seems to be lost in a haze where the pain isn’t hindering her pleasure.

My hand snaps out, shutting off the water before I exit the shower. Foregoing towels, I head right back into the nest, the shapes of the guys all perched around the room barely visible, but I still see them, ready and waiting for their chance with our omega. I pass onto the mattress, the springs giving a slight groan under our combined weight.

I drop to my ass, resting back on my palms as Haylee takes over, riding my cock like her life depends on it. She starts to slam down on me, her glorious ass bouncing off my thighs, and I tense every time my knot hits her entrance.

Gavin appears behind her, pulling her wet hair off her back and putting it up in the messy bun she wears so often. Her movements stop abruptly, and she throws herself forward, knocking me flat to my back. She arches her hips in a clear invitation for Gavin to join in.

Gavin meets my eyes, one blond brow raised in question.

“Do you want his cock in your ass, princess? Do you want us both to fill you until you’re flooded with our cum?”

“Please,” she whines, wiggling her ass and making me groan as she clenches around me.

I grip her plump ass cheeks, spreading her apart in silent answer to his question. His face lights up in a cheesy grin, happiness radiating from his pores. Gavin’s hand shoots out, catching the flying bottle of lube one the guys tossed in our direction.

He slathers his fingers in the oil, then drips some on her back hole. My thighs tense when the chill of the lube hits my balls. His hand disappears from my sight, then Haylee jolts in my arms as I feel Gavin’s digit penetrate her ass through the thin barrier keeping us separate.

Haylee’s body relaxes as he pumps a few times, then retreats, replacing the one with two and scissoring his fingers to get her ready for him. She moans, thrusting her hips back against his fingers and slipping along my cock, my tip tapping against her cervix.

Haylee lets out an agonizing sob as his fingers disappear, then she shouts, bolting upright as he starts to push his dick in.

It’s the weirdest feeling, the feel his cock rubbing against mine. But I don’t completely hate it. There’s something almost scandalous about it, but in the safety of her nest, my omega can have whatever she wants. I’d even be open to sharing her pussy with one of the guys if that’s want she desires.

Gavin finally bottoms out inside her, and we give her a minute to gather her bearings and get used to the sensation of being overly filled. But she doesn’t take the time we give her. She places her hands on my chest, rocking back and forth between us. Her beautifully bruised face is awash in bliss.

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