Page 9 of Nothing is Free

I go to stand, wanting to comfort him, to call Vic home and pull Avion from his office but Dez snaps his fingers and shouts, “On your fucking knees!”

Dropping back down, he doesn’t make me wait long before regaining control. “Come here.” He pats his thigh, the palm of his right hand stays in place as he waits for me.

On my hands and knees I crawl toward him, head bowed until it butts against his leg, only then do I sit back on my hunches and look up at him.

Dez reaches out and cups my chin in his large callused hands, then leans forward, his lips so close we’re sharingoxygen between us. “Good boy,” he croons. I relax, the tension drains from my body, I am putty in his hands. His praise strikes like lightening, reigniting my arousal, the memory of this all too familiar dance between us makes my cock push against the restraints of my zipper. I bite back a whine, not wanting to make this about me. In this moment, I will do anything to please him, anything to make up for the hurts I’ve caused. It wasn’t my intention to close myself off from them, they are my lifeline, a lifeline I refused to reach out and grab when I needed them the most. I chose to remain in my nest, surrounded by the last vestiges of my Petal’s scent, my grief at her loss so potent, it felt like death itself. But reading her journal, seeking out more of her today, has sparked a fire inside of me. I am going to save her.

Dez moves his hands up his thigh slowly. Like a man starved of his basic needs, I track the movement of his fingers, eager for any sustenance thrown my way. Dizziness washes over me as I hold my breath, waiting, my patience growing thin as he reaches for his zipper, pulling it down at a glacial pace. “Please me, Omega.”

Eyes searching his, I reach for the button of his pants, seeking his permission, which he grants with a terse nod. I make quick work of pulling them down his hips until his massive cock springs free. I take in his erection, glistening with precum, it practically calls to me, the tip red and swollen, awaiting my worship. I sit back once more, tip my head back and part my lips, waiting.

Dez rests the tip of his cock on my lips, then pushes it into my mouth with a pleased groan, then stills. I push down my frustration as saliva pools in mouth. I hold his salty masculine taste in my mouth as he makes me wait. Even when he is mere moments from his own release, he controls my suffering with ease.

“I should fuck you until my knot is so far up your ass you taste me in the back of your throat. But you don’t deserve my knot, do you, Mari? No, right now, you can settle for my cum instead. Now, suck, Omega.”

I whine. Drool drips down my chin before he grabs my hair, yanks my head back and pushes his thick length down my throat. I gag, swallowing his cock and some of the saliva down my throat as I lick the underside of his pulsing erection, savoring the taste, enjoying the guttural sounds of pleasure he’s making. I pull on his tip, seeking his essence, sucking, swirling, and licking until Dez finally loses control and begins to fuck my mouth.

Thrusting his hips at a punishing pace, his balls slap my chin as I grab onto his thighs and let him use me. “Fuck, Mari, you’re such a good boy. I love it when I own you like this. When you’re on your knees and I fuck this mouth. . . Fuck. . . You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.”

I whimper as tears spring to my eyes from the force of his strokes, but I’m no stranger to having cock shoved down my throat; with three Alphas, it’s my every day. When I feel him falter, he growls, throwing his head back, his cum floods my mouth. I swallow. I suck him dry until he pulls free and yanks me to my feet, crashing his lips to mine. I sigh, receiving my reward. His kiss is hungry and desperate, then slows as he licks at my lips, pulling and sucking tenderly.

“I’m sorry, Dez,” I finally say when we pull apart, resting my forehead against his. “I need her. I can’t breathe without her. It’s like a piece of my heart has been cut out of my chest.” I let the truth fall from my lips as strong arms pull me into him. We stand in the middle of Freeya’s room, holding each other up, sharing our strength.

“I know, Mari, I know.” Dez sighs. “I needed this. I needed you.” He pulls back and our eyes meet. “I love you,Mari, and I will do anything and everything in my power to bring our girl home. I promise.”

“Anything?” I ask, his words are the opening I need for my plan to take shape.

Dez grabs my chin and pulls me in for another kiss before he steps back and begins to straighten his clothes.

“Then you will let me go with you to find her.”

I don’t give him a chance to argue, there is time for that later. In the meantime, I have two other Alphas I need to win over.

CHAPTER 6

VIC

Deviant Ink is my home away from home. If I’m not with my pack, I’m here with my Deviant family of employees. It’s no wonder I’m here attempting to work and keep going despite my world falling apart all around me. With Omari keeping his distance, locking himself away in his nest, the rest of us have been left to climb the walls from his distress-laced scent. As Alphas, it’s our job to soothe and calm our Omega, to take care of them and shit. At the moment, I feel fucking helpless. Helpless. Me. Unlike my brothers, I grew up amongst Alphas who threw fists first and asked questions later. Getting your ass beat every day for the slightest indiscretion teaches you from a young age that in order to survive, you have to protect yourself. Helpless would have gotten me killed a long time ago.

My family’s pack consisted of two Omegas and six Alphas. I thought all packs were that large growing up, but I learned later that my fathers combined their packs together before I was born. I found out later, after I fled from Texas, that it had something to do with Mafia ties. You know, all the dangerous shit I didn’t want to get involved in.

The minute I presented as an Alpha at the age of seventeen, I knew my fathers would have me doing their illegal dirty work. So, I hightailed it out of Dodge at the first available opportunity. I am sure if they had caught me running back, they would have killed me for the betrayal. Now, not so much. I would almost welcome the fight if they dared step foot in Frankfort. My only regret was not taking my mothers or sisters away from them. My mothers were never allowed to do anything but breed, basically captives in their own homes. I can’t tell you how many siblings I have. The last time I counted was the day I left in the middle of the night with my meager savings and a bus ticket up north.

So, at eighteen, I thought I’d seen the darker side of pack life, the life Omegas like Mercy are fighting to protect against and change the laws for future Omegas. I haven’t seen or spoken to anyone from my pack in almost twelve years, and I don’t feel guilty for finding my own way in this life. Finding my own pack and living my life differently. Omari, my sweet Cariña, and my brothers are my world, and right now, I want my world to go back to normal.

Cariña. Sweetheart.My heart feels heavy with my own despair. It’s been four days and Dez hasn’t moved from the penthouse. I thought by now he would have caught a lead and gone out searching for her, but it’s like Freeya has vanished without a trace. Nothing is the same without her. None of us are the same and it’s only been a few days. If we don’t get her back. . .

Wiping away the excess ink on my latest client, I’m pulled from my thoughts to clean and wrap the man’s Koi positioned down his arm. The brightly colored fish is so lifelike, it looks like its undulating with each flex of his muscle.

“Fuck, Vic, this is your best work yet,” Jarrod, one of my regulars, says with the biggest smile on his face. The man hasmy art all over his body, a walking masterpiece in my opinion.

“Every piece is my best work, Jarr,” I say before giving my usual aftercare spiel. He doesn’t need it, but I’m nothing if not a professional. I demand the same routine from every tattooist in my employ, so, you know, lead by example.

Jarrod leaves, nodding his thanks, and I immediately start wiping and cleaning down my room. The scent of alcohol and antiseptic spray removes the Alpha’s scent from my table, neutralizing and sanitizing the room for my next client.

“Alexa, continue my book,” I call out, letting muscle memory take over as the audiobook Freeya suggested I listen to begins to ring out through the speakers.

“Now, Sunshine. One kiss. I promised one kiss if you took your distraction like a good girl,” I croon as I turn the switch up on the bright yellow vibrator and go to work. But first, I stop and admire her body spread out before me, she is a feast for the eyes, and my cock is screaming, “My turn,” but we both came to an agreement that this isn’t about us. It’s about our Sunshine and how long we can edge her before she reaches oblivion. Only then will she be able to cum. I want that pussy drenching my sheets. I want her legs shaking, back arching, chest heaving, and sobs of relief by the time I finish.

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