Page 18 of Nothing is Free

Avion sat between her legs, her long toned thighs were draped over his on either side. His hair was disheveled, white shirt rolled up to his elbows, gray pants unbuttoned. All of them were in various stages of undress. But the focal point, the pinnacle, was the naked goddess in the center of it all. I sat back, determined to remain pragmatic, I needed to vet her, to find out everything there was to know about her. I couldn’t let her into my family, my pack, without knowing if she would cause us harm. She was a stranger, right?

My mind wavered as she moaned again, like a siren’s call, I focused on her. Avion plunged his fingers deep inside her pussy, and she cried out her ecstasy. It was pure bliss listening to the sucking sound of her wetness as her greedy cunt swallowed his fingers, one, then, two, and finally three. Fuck!

“Such a good girl, Mon Chéri. Look at this pretty pinkpussy. So needy,” Avion said as she writhed, bucking up off the bed while Omari and Vic touched, kissed, and licked. I could see she was barely holding on, and I wanted her to cum, to put me out of my misery. Her skin was drenched with beads of sweat. She looked absolutely stunning in her exhaustion. But Avion was far from done, he would wait, slowly breaking her apart, so he could build her back up again.

“I want her, Avion. I need her. She was made for me,” Omari whined softly as his lips wrapped around her nipple, biting down hard enough to make her squirm beneath him. Omari’s whine, the need to please my Omega sent a frenzied thrill through me. His warm sugary scent, his arousal for her, it ignited the urge to rut. But for some reason, I couldn’t move, couldn’t stop watching as she weaved her magic around them, around us. Avion continued to work his fingers inside her, leaning in to flick her clit with his tongue. Freeya was a sobbing, begging, pleading mess, reaching out to Vic, clutching at him as he stroked her hair and whispered praises.

Without warning they stopped and pulled away. Freeya groaned with frustration, she cried uncontrollably, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed. I slid to the edge of the chair and waited. I was invested now, invested in her. I didn’t know when my thoughts changed, but they did. I would still investigate her background, but I could do that once she was ours. It wouldn’t matter, because none of us would be willing to walk away from her. Was it crazy that I could already see forever with her? If so, then hand over the straight jacket and I’ll put it on myself.

“Do you want this, Freeya?” Avion crooned once more. It was a sick form of torture, edging, but the reward alleviated the sting. He asked her the same question so many times, I stopped counting. Would she relent? Did she want this? Wantus? Was she feeling the same pull? This was fate at play. I didn’t believe in the supernatural, but this felt otherworldly. Omari stumbled upon her in the club tonight. The minute Vic, Avion, and I saw her, the connection was like a lightning strike to the chest. One hit of her scent, roses and lavender, sweet and sensual, a Beta whose scents were normally barely noticeable, had us at her mercy.

She had to say yes. I needed her to say yes. We needed her and I had a feeling deep inside of me screaming that she needed us just as much.

But she just panted in response, eyes glazed over with want, desire dripping down her thighs. She was in a sex haze, barely hanging on. We were asking too much of her. In that moment, I felt selfish. I knew I was not the only one who felt that way, I felt it in our bond. They wouldn’t stop until we could have her, claim her. She already belonged to us. So, her torture continued.

“I’m going to kiss you, Beta.” Vic shifted on the bed until her head was cradled in his lap then he leaned down at the waist and took her mouth. Deepening the kiss, he devoured her, and my dick throbbed in my pants. He flicked his tongue against hers, the round metal ball of his piercing glinted in the moonlight shining through the curtains of the room. Freeya reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and Vic hummed his approval.

She broke the kiss, screaming, “Oh God!” while Vic held her in his arms. Freeya cried out, keening loudly, as Avion sucked her clit into his mouth slowly. He moaned and I ached to take his place. Avion controlled his every move, watching her intently as the others followed his lead. Vic swallowed her cries once more, while Omari went back to punishing her breasts. They wanted to kill her.Mort lente, Avion once called this, a slow death.

I stood, unable to hold myself back. I sauntered over. “Look at how wet you are, Baby Girl. I can see Avion swallow your juices. Such a good girl, creaming his face and rewarding him for serving you. Because he is serving you, Baby.” I closed my eyes and moaned, reaching down to grip my cock, I squeezed it hard to stop myself from cumming. “They all are. Look at how you please my Omega. I say we keep her.” My voice felt gritty from lack of use, and Freeya sucked in a breath of surprise, her eyes met mine. God, I stared transfixed. She was mine. I’d never experienced such an instant connection to anyone in my entire life.

“I need you, Freeya. I don’t think you realize how perfect you are.” Omari bit her nipple hard, before he sucked it then released it with a pop. Then he took the other nipple and gave it the same attention. Vic continued to kiss her senselessly, swallowing her sobs, her moans, he took every gasp. I watched them all feast on her, attacking every part of her body as she begged for release. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her as she thrashed wildly and bucked her hips, she needed more, but she was slowly losing any fight she had left. Avion took her to the edge, and I hoped it was for the last time, then he pulled away once more.

She growled. Vic lifted a brow, smiling against her lips. Freeya ripped her mouth away from him and screamed in frustration. Omari stroked the side of her face, and she pulled away, shooting him a murderous glare. “Don’t. . . I can’t take anymore.” She panted breathlessly, eyes closed tight, her tears fell freely. I didn’t blame her. This was a dangerous game we were all playing. She could easily have walked away from us, and we stood to lose her. Avion may have gone too far. I wanted to cradle her in my arms and tell her to give in. To let us take care of her.

My heart pounded in my chest. Was it supposed to be likethis? I’d lost all rational thought when it came to this woman. I considered my earlier question, was this too soon? No. This connection felt right. There was no denying it.

“Do you want this, Freeya?” Avion asked again, a note of finality to his voice made her slowly open her eyes. I took another step closer, until my thighs touched the bed. I waited, we all waited for her to talk. I could see the wheels of indecision in her eyes. She bit her lower lip, her gaze shifted to each one of us as she took us all in. Calculating. Appraising. Freeya’s chest heaved, her eyes widened, as if she finally felt it. She felt what we did. All we needed was one word. One word, Freeya, and you would be ours.

“Yes!” she shouted. “Yes!” She began to sob again, but the sound was so freeing, my heart soared. She graced us with a beautiful bright smile. From that moment on, I was lost. That night we claimed her, mind, body, and soul, and she claimed us right back.

The sound of my phone ringing releases me from my memories of that night. I hiss in pain as I try to adjust my growing erection while trying to control the now swerving car. The tires spin out of control, losing traction on the gravel for a second before I right the SUV with a curse and focus on the road in front of me.

“Hello,” I call out more aggressively than I intended through the speaker phone.

“Dez!” Avion’s urgent use of my name gives me pause. I glance over at the clock, remembering he’s one hour behind me time zone wise. They must be leaving Free’s parents by now. Okay, now I’m paying attention.

“Talk to me, Avion. Please tell me they told you everything you need to know. Tell me they gave you something and admitted their involvement.” I rattle of my hopeful wishlist, needing to regain the upper hand of our situation. I need something. . .anything.

“Of course, they denied they knew anything,” he said, clearly frustrated by the outcome.

“I knew it wouldn’t be easy!” I reply.

“I want to destroy them,” he growls. I can feel his anger through our bond. I don’t have time to hear the full story, but I have a feeling we will be paying her parents a visit in the near future. I don’t think a friendly family visit is what he will have in mind.

“So, you’re saying your trip was futile. Which means we have nothing else to go by.” I sigh, because I need intel. I need to point my team in the right direction. I can’t go home to wait it out again. I won’t.

Avion replies, “Dr. Neeson. The housekeeper said to follow the doctor.”

I repeat his words back to him. “Follow the doctor. Dr. Neeson,” I say as I hit the steering wheel with my fist. “Fuck! I didn’t consider her. I thought this Damyn guy was working solo. But maybe he got the parents involved,” I say, thinking out loud. Avion hums in response but just listens. “Free told me about the doctor and I had Malcolm create a dossier on her. Talk about some unethical shit. But if he did go to her parents, why?” I ponder, watching the taillights of Quincy’s SUV up ahead. Then it hits me. Avi gasps down the line as if he’s just figured it out himself. But I am so busy going through my next moves in my head that I don’t give him time to discuss his thoughts.

“Head home, Avion. I got to go.” I end the call.

Feeling renewed, my heart rate spikes as adrenaline floods my veins. With my earpiece still in my ear, I call out to Malcolm.

“Yes, boss,” he replies, even whilst riding in the back of the SUV the man is clicking away at the keys of his laptop.

“Give me everything you have on Dr. Neeson. Everything,” I reply. For the first time in two weeks I don’t need to feel hopeful, instead I feel exhilarated by the fact that my mate is within reach.

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