章 47: -
Rue bit down a smirk. Another wad of easy cash in her bank. And she watched as Dante pulled out his wallet with a swipe of his hand, the money flooding her account quickly. He was quiet after, and she narrowed her eyes.
A beat and he growled. "I'm sorry," Dante said, voice edged with distaste as if he smelled something awful in the air. The hunk crossed his arms, lips pressed tight and eyes on everywhere but her. "For threatening to kill you."
"You," Rue raised a brow, hand propped on her hip. "Do you want this or not? I can leave if you're going to be a little shit. I'm not the one needing this. I've got things to do, and places to be. Homework to do."
"Dante," Levi stated, softness in his voice now. "He's good. Seriously." The tank paused, then sighed low and heavy as if it destroyed. He groaned, and ran fingers through his hair, begrudging as if he hated it like a naughty little child.
"I apologise," Dante stated, this time his voice void of emotion. But there was cruelty in his eyes, a dart of pride still laced in his gaze. He didn't see a point in this, and Rue could see that. She gave in with a sigh.
"Just a peck on the lips?" Rue looked at Levi, it didn't matter if Dante wanted to be an ass about it. Levi was the one asking for a favour. And she'd help him out because of Kieran. Plus, she was nice to people who healed her, even if it was only because he wanted a taste of her blood.
"Yes," Levi agreed, smile reaching his eyes. "Just a touch," he drawled slowly, eyes meandering over her face. His gaze lingered on her lips, a breathless exhale. "Nothing over the top, like us." There was a strange fret in the way his fingers darted, a pace in his feet that Rue caught but didn't question. Money was money, and easy money was fine. Besides, Dante looked fine, aside from the atmospheric fog.
"No tongue. No teeth. No open mouth." Rue listed, then squinted at Levi. "Should I be worried that he has some sort of STD? Poison?"
This had a snort leaving Dante's nose, a roll of his eyes, the lighting hissed. "Least of your worries."
Rue twitched. "Is that a yes?"
"He's clean. And it's just a tiny little, innocent peck," Levi promised. "What can possibly go wrong?"
Rue rubbed a thumb over her lips, the flesh was soft, not dry, not cracked. She pressed her lips together, hesitant. "Don't know," she shrugged suddenly anxious. A thrill running down the length of her spine with the ghost of their heat fluttering up her skin. "I hope his breath doesn't stink." Dante rolled his eyes at her words, a rude flip of his pupils that had her annoyance rising.
"It does not," Levi assured, tongue to the edge of his teeth. "Tested it myself." He licked at the seams of his lips. "Fizzy."
This had her eyes flying wide open, her gaze sweeping from one to the other. It wasn't difficult to see who fucked who in this relationship. But her mind swam, started wondering if Dante was the one ass up and waiting, because that would be wild to see.
"Oh, uh, alright. I guess." She chose to ignore his words, and his supposedly open relationship. She supposed they must be looking for a packmate or…Rue sucked at her bottom lip, she wouldn't question it.
"He's mine as much as he is Kier's," Levi assured, and her shoulders relaxed. "Righteous, aren't you?"
"Don't like cheaters," she grouched.
Levi shifted on his feet, and it was now that she noticed that he stood far too close. Just as close as Dante was to her, merely a single footstep away although she ignored the hunk choosing to look at Levi and the beautiful fire that ran in his veins. The two cornered her, tall and waiting. And Rue resisted the urge to shiver, to allow her Omega to consider the fact that two attractive Alphas had her trapped in a small space.
"Do you have to stand so close?" she snapped at Levi who merely smiled, eyes flashing a fiery red.
"Just in case."
"Of what?" she blinked; and stepped closer to Dante.
She heard his breath hitch as her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers laced at the back of his throat, brushing against scent glands and the bump of a scarred pack bite. The heat of his skin was almost too unbearably hot and yet so damn good on her colder fingers. A shudder and she moved, not thinking much of it, lips grazing his, quick and fast before she had to look at his face.
Then there was a jolt, stutter, an electric bolt. One that reminded her of the way Kier had jumped back when her fingers had grazed his skin. The way, Seraphim had spasmed under her hands. The way Levi had tasted her with heat in his eyes, and a whine in his throat. The way Valentino had shuddered over her. The way Altair had came, submissive and pliant.
They all came in their pants; it was a common sight to see in her life. Alphas and semen. Alphas and submission. And Rue hypothesized that it was because they'd been so stuck up and proud about the lack of Omegas in their life that her secret entrance had resulted in an explosion of cum.
It was a fair conclusion, one that she planned to heavily exploit.
But the static arrived, blinding and vibrant in a shudder of gold that ballooned in her chest and left just as quickly when she parted from him on shaking legs. It was just her luck that she'd pumped herself full of suppressants meant for horses because that could have been her undoing. Her pussy was slippery with juices soaking her skin, her nipples tingling, her clit swollen, chubby and needy. For the speed of arousal was shamelessly raw, awfully reminiscent of climax distilled into pure ecstasy.
And even she had to struggle not to allow it to warm on her cheeks and the noises to escape her throat, fingers clawed tight against her thighs She did not spare a glance, did not bother to look. Her nose wrinkled, stepped further, her mouth opened continuing to speak because words calmed the hunger that swept, primal and filled with far too much lust. And fear made her stand stronger for she could not allow them to know that she was Omega.
God, Dante…His Alpha was strong, and just one touch made her feel as if he'd set her soul on fire. Her eyes swayed, found respite in the concern reflected in Levi's eyes. His pupils expanded slowly, steadily as he watched.
"You know, with the way you're standing I'd think you're waiting to catch my dead body or something." She complained to Levi, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She didn't want to look at Dante, but she could hear him breathing hard and heavy, as her fingers pulled back from his throat. "You look like you're ready to swipe me up with your hideously long tongue—"
And then there were hands around her arms, pulling her up pressed her sandwiched against a broad chest. Breath, hot, wet and steaming. And the clouds, seemed to descend upon her skin, dragging her deeper into his hold. Dante's lips were on hers again, and this time they pressed long, hard and needy.
They coaxed a strangled gasp from her, opened to a wealth of wet, syrupy, soft heat. A taste that fizzed and sparked in her mouth, bristled on her tongue and yet elicited so much pleasure. Then a moan, and her eyes darted up to the dilated eyes of electric now swept into a sparkling purple. He parted from her gulped air, and for a second, she saw him.
Glorious, sweat-dripping bliss drew so deep into his eyes that were primal with hunger, spilling with the candour of pleasure. Because that was all he was at that moment, an Alpha without the clouds, without the Rampage, was an Alpha that needed only one thing, the wet, sweaty need to fuck.
"Oh Gods," he hissed, dipped low to her lips, descending through his chants. "G-gods—"
Her knee went up, instinctive, a habit from her old days, her best-weaponized move in her arsenal. And honestly, the only move coming from her. But he was tall and while it did connect, his cock was like a trunk, thick, hard and long. And her aim was shoddy from the height difference which meant that she must not have done in his balls. Because the sick giant shit only groaned like it was good like she'd rubbed one out for him.
"O-oh—" His grip tightened around her ass, large fingers digging into supple flesh. A squeeze.
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