Page 31 of Give Me You
"Get the fuck off of me," I snarl, struggling against his grip.
"I will, absolutely," Akira murmurs against my ear, his voice dropping lower. "But tell me, why are you hard, firecracker? Hmm? I think you like this. I've watched you rile my brother upand then drag him into those VIP rooms for some relief. Tell me, is this what you need?"
My face flames, heat flooding through me. Because he's right. Despite my anger, despite the betrayal and frustration and fear, my body is responding to his proximity. To the dominance in his voice, the strength in his hold, the scent of whiskey and citrus surrounding me. My cock strains against my pants, obvious and embarrassing.
"No," I protest, but the word comes out weak.
At the same time, my body betrays me completely. My hips wiggle forward, seeking friction, seeking contact. The familiar heat of need builds low in my belly, my body melting against Akira's chest like it's the most natural thing in the world. Like this is where I belong.
Akira grins against my neck, and I can feel his satisfaction. "All you had to do was ask, you needy Omega." A gasp tears from my throat, sharp and desperate, as Akira’s breath brushes my ear. His voice is a low rumble, dripping with promise. “I can fill you up hard and fast just like you need, yeah? Do you need me to plug you too? So you can feel me inside you tonight?” The words sink into me, igniting a fire that’s been smoldering since he grabbed me. My cock twitches, a damp spot spreading across the front of my tailored pants, the fabric clinging to my skin. I’m a mess already, and he’s barely touched me.
Liam’s purr cuts through the haze, pulling my gaze upward. He’s still sprawled on the couch, one hand lazily resting on his thigh, his pants tented obscenely. The sight makes my mouth water, my body aching to close the distance between us. “We have to lock the fucking door,” I say, my voice coming out breathy, my hands gripping Akira’s arms to steady myself.
“Already done,” Liam replies, his tone amused. He rises, moving with that easy grace that always makes my heart flutter,and leans against the desk beside me. “Let my brother take care of you.”
Before I can protest, Akira’s hands are on me, lifting me onto the desk. The polished wood is cool against my thighs, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my core. He peels off my suit jacket, then my shirt, revealing the light blue lingerie bra and panties set I’d hidden beneath. The lace hugs my skin, a secret indulgence I’d chosen to feel powerful today, not to be seen like this. Akira’s eyes darken, drinking me in, and my breath catches as he drops to his knees.
“I dreamt about tasting you after finding you slick with need in that lingerie set,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my chest through the lace. The sensation is electric, sending shivers down my spine as he kisses lower, his mouth closing over my nipple. He sucks through the fabric, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch into him, a whine escaping my lips. His hands slide down my sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties, tugging them down just enough to free my cock. It springs up, Akira not even hesitating, taking me into his mouth with a groan. “You taste like a fucking drug,” he says, voice muffled against my skin, “always in my mind since I fucked you last. I need you.”
The words hit harder than they should, sinking into the part of me I’ve been trying to ignore. I buck up into his mouth, chasing the wet heat, the suction, the way his tongue flicks over the head. Then his fingers find my ass, two slipping inside without warning, stretching me around the slick already pooling there.
An unrestrained howl leaves my lips but Liam’s there in an instant, his mouth covering mine in a kiss that swallows my cries. His lips are firm and demanding, his cedarwood scent wrapping around me like a blanket. I groan into him, wiggling against Akira’s fingers, my body caught between them, a live wire sparking at both ends.
The pleasure builds too fast, a tidal wave I can’t hold back. I spill down Akira’s throat, my hips jerking as he swallows every drop, his fingers still working me open. He pulls back, grinning, his lips glistening with my release. “You do taste like a drug,” he says, standing and undoing his pants with a flick of his wrist.
The Jacob’s ladder piercings catch the light as he frees himself, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering. He tugs my panties to the side, the lace scraping deliciously against my skin, and fucks up into me in one smooth thrust. The stretch is perfect, his piercings dragging along my walls, and I clench around him, already desperate for more.
“I like seeing you like this,” Akira says, his voice rough as he sets a punishing pace, “all needy for us when you’re so strong and independent out there.” His eyes dip to my stomach, the slight swell barely visible under the lace, and my cock thickens again, traitorously responsive. “I like you like that too,” he adds, his gaze softening for a fraction of a second, “and I can’t wait to see you all swollen and full.”
“This is just business,” I gasp, my hands gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening. “Just business.”
Liam laughs softly, leaning closer, his breath warm against my cheek. “Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy. You and my brother are both deep in denial.”
I know he’s right. I’ve spent years building Aurum Pulse, fighting to prove an Omega can run it without an Alpha’s shadow. But Akira and Liam—they’re not just shadows. They’re here, and my body craves them in a way that terrifies me. What if they take it all? What if they steal my club, my legacy, the way Zaden’s been trying to? They’ve already taken over meetings, answered questions that should’ve been mine. I can’t let them take my heart too. Not until I know they won’t betray me.
But my body doesn’t care about my fears. It responds to Akira’s thrusts, to the way Liam’s eyes burn into mine,promising more. I’m caught between them, my resolve crumbling with every movement, every whispered word. This is supposed to be just sex, a release to clear my head, but it feels like more, and that’s the part I can’t face. Not yet.
Liam
The next two nights pass smoothly, which should be reassuring but instead just makes me more anxious. Smooth means we're missing something, means whoever killed River covered their tracks well enough that we can't find any more details. Akira and I spend hours going over everything we know, talking to our guys, following every possible lead. But nothing concrete emerges. Just dead ends and vague possibilities.
We keep our eyes out for anyone named Chad, asking around the club, checking with Otto's security team, even reaching outto some of our contacts in other venues. But Chad is apparently a ghost. Nobody knows him, nobody's seen him, and the few Chads who do work in the nightlife scene don't match River's vague description of an older guy who wanted something special.
Finally, after two days of getting nowhere—except for the fact that Jax also met Chad, Akira and I realize we need to bring in Jax into the club. Let him actually see the people, identify who this mysterious Chad really is. It's risky, bringing the guy who nearly got us arrested for murder into Emilio's establishment. But we're out of options, and time is running out. The police are still investigating, still looking for evidence that connects us to River's death. We need to find the real culprit before they decide we're guilty enough to be arrested again.
My mind drifts to Emilio and I sigh, wondering what went wrong. We haven’t fucked since that moment in his office. The tension between the three of us has shifted into something complicated and uncertain. Emilio seems to be a mixture of embarrassed and confused about our changing relationship, avoiding prolonged eye contact and keeping physical distance when we're all in the same room. Part of me wants to push, wants to force the conversation about what we're becoming. But I agree it's too fast, even if I've had eyes on Emilio for months. Even if every instinct I have screams that he's mine, that he belongs with us.
Akira and I decided to give him space, let him process everything without the added pressure of our expectations. But that doesn't make it easier. Every time I see him, every time I catch his natural scent or hear his voice, the growing bond between us pulls tighter. Makes me want to close the distance he's creating, remind him of how good it is when he lets us take care of him.
Tuesday evening finds us in the VIP section with Jax. The Alpha looks nervous, his eyes darting around the room like he expects someone to attack him at any moment. Can't really blame him for that, considering what Akira let the guys do to him last time. We promised he'd be safe as long as he cooperated, but trust doesn't come easy after he’s been beaten within an inch of his life.
Jax sits between Akira and me, his posture tense, his face scrunched up with bruises and cuts, one eye fully swollen shut. The booth gives us a good view of the entire VIP area, all the tables and the bar and the entrance. People come and go, the usual mix of wealthy clients looking to party with expensive alcohol and designer drugs. Everything seems normal, routine.
Then Jax goes still. His entire body locks up, and he nods subtly toward an older gentleman sitting at the bar. The guy looks to be in his fifties, well-dressed in a tailored suit, silver hair perfectly styled. He's nursing a scotch and talking to one of the bartenders, completely at ease.
"That's him," Jax whispers, his voice barely audible over the music. "That's Chad."
Akira leans forward, his eyes narrowing as he studies the man. Then his expression shifts from concentration to disbelief. "That's Charles. One of the investors."
