by L. V. Lane
I roared with laughter. It took me several minutes to get my amusement under control. “Where did you find this delight?”
“She worked at the coffee vendor below. I used to have her bring me a coffee here—through the club—because it made her uncomfortable.” He grimaced. “Yeah, I know I’m a dick, but she always looked like a fucking Omega. Tiny little redhead with a body made for sin. She thought I was a dick before I drugged her!” He raked his hand through his hair, snatched up his drink—then put it back down.
This was getting better and better. I wished my own problems were a little less all-consuming so I could enjoy the moment fully.
“Can we connect this back to Tsing?” The research program would provide the perfect cover, but I needed it tied back to the source. Several work-streams were secret, and the personnel on NDA’s. Only the Program Director had the full picture. It would be easy enough to hide the distribution of trial drugs.
I had been a criminal once, an effective one, and I knew how criminal minds worked.
“No, nothing to connect it to Tsing yet. Why don’t you off him?”
“I want to destroy him first…And I did consider killing the bastard, but he’s hard to get close to. If he is dabbling in the underworld, it would explain the protection he has in place.”
“I’ve been digging. And my contacts tell me there’s a shipment of the drug coming through later in the week.”
“If you hear, I want to know,” I said.
He gave me a speculative look. “Don’t suppose you could get me the formula for the drug.”
I gave my head a slow shake. “Not if I want an easy life. And my life is far from fucking easy without adding that to the mix. Your new little Omega going to be okay with you churning out a few more fuck buddies?”
He sent a scowl my way. “Hey, I’m a businessman. I see a business opportunity. I wasn’t thinking about building a personal fucking harem. One is more than enough.”
The poor bastard had it bad. Setting my empty glass on the table, I stood. He joined me. “I’ll pile some pressure on. Someone will squeal if I squeeze hard enough.”
“Good,” I said. “Does he have contacts in the military?”
“Tsing? Nothing suggests he has. Why?”
“I’ve been getting the run around today. Meeting requests that suddenly got canceled.”
“Yeah?” He nodded slowly, a thoughtful expression on his face. “That’s curious. Isn’t Ryker back?” he asked casually.
“Fuck,” I said, heading for the door. His laughter followed me out.
I barely made it back in time to meet Ryker outside the research center where Lilly worked. Seeing Ryker’s smug face confirmed he was responsible for my time-wasting activities. The bastard was pleased with himself. “You’ve fucked her,” I growled softly.
He shrugged, and chuckling about-faced and headed into the building foyer before I had an opportunity to thump him. Following him into the elevator, I had to give the bastard credit. Not many men could assume that level of genuine nonchalance, knowing I was about to fuck them up.
Still, this was Ryker, and the man was a psychopath, so standard rules didn’t apply.
“I was more interested in spanking her. The fucking part was a nice bonus…and she might have flushed…more than once. So, that was a bonus, too.”
I cut him a side scowl and wondered at my restraint in not smacking his smug head into the wall of the elevator, other occupants of the compact cube be damned.
“They’ll taser us and lock both of us up if you do,” he said cheerfully. “Lot of monitoring in this building.”
“Later then,” I said, giving him a cold smile.
The elevator stopped on the first floor, and more people forced their way into the crowded space.
“It was great, by the way,” he continued. The man didn’t know when to fucking quit. “I swear the woman has a magic pussy. And she can scream. I’m surprised you didn’t hear her on the other side of the city.”
The collective elevator patrons made uneasy attempts to edge away, and found avid interest anywhere but the two of us.
“Magic pussy,” he mused loudly, stretching out a phantom crick in his neck.
I laughed. I have no idea what the fuck was wrong with me encouraging his bullshit, but once I started, I couldn’t fucking stop.
He cracked a smile and waggled his eyebrows.
“Don’t,” I warned, getting my amusement under control enough to give him a warning glare. “I’m still going to fuck you up worse than last time after you had me traipsing across the fucking city. Who did you threaten to make that happen?”
“I have friends,” he said, doing an impressive job of faking being affronted.
“No, you’re confused,” I said. “The word you are looking for is victims.”
He chuckled. The elevator door opened on our floor, and we stepped out.
“What’s the deal with the mad Doctor Tsing? Any more news,” Ryker asked.
“Nothing yet,” I replied as we rounded the corner, passing the banks of laboratories. “But Lucian believes he may be selling a viral strain on the black market. He’s a Theta—intelligence off the charts, but ruthless enough to make you look like a saint.”
“Thanks! That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me.”
Only Ryker would take that as a compliment. “I’m poking into his dictatorship, but he’s still a threat to Lilly. The research council gave her funding for her a project last week. My source said Tsing was pissed about it.”
“I thought he was a fucktard the first time I met him. I wish I’d gone ahead and snapped his neck when I found him tormenting her on the ship. I reckon I’d have gotten away with it,” Ryker said seriously.
I shook my head. How had he lived this long without being locked up? “You wouldn’t have gotten away with it.” I wasn’t sure why I was discouraging him, I’d wanted to rip Tsing’s head off myself during the opening conference, and all he did was upset her.
“If he tries hurting her I’ll kill him, consequence be damned,” Ryker continued.
“If he tries hurting her, you’re going to have to get in the fucking queue,” I said, pushing open the door to her office.
Merry, complete with frizzy blue hair and overly bright smile, greeted us when we entered. “Oh, both of you!”
“You fucked her here,” I stated. It was a rhetorical question, and this time, I did smack his head against the wall. More of a tap, but he still grunted from the impact, and it rattled the picture hanging on the wall. “Must have been like a revolving fucking door!”
The door to Lilly’s office was flung open. Her wide-eyed gaze darted from me to Ryker, who had suddenly developed acting skills worthy of an award, and was rubbing the back of his head dramatically. I smacked him again so he’d have a reason to fucking rub.
The picture crashed to the floor this time.
“Ethan!”
“I barely touched him.” I glared at Ryker. “I should have put your fucking head through the wall, dickhead. Quit making like you’re hurt.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE SKYCAR RIDE back to my apartment was an exercise in awkward. I sat on Ethan’s lap where he gripped me so tightly I was sure there would be fresh bruises. He was more pissed about the marks Ryker had made on my throat than the fucking. He inspected them, then growled as he sucked down over them violently enough to make their original marking seem playful.
Ryker sat opposite us, his face a mass of angry cuts and bruises. He watched us with open, lustful interest for the most part until Ethan set about destroying all the marks. Ryker didn’t like this, and he growled with the same vicious intent as Ethan.
I felt like a prized bone caught between two rabid dogs.
My mind had no idea what to make of this.
My body pitched into a state of aroused anticipation, which should not have been possible given the burgeoning threat of violence…and how much attention I had received lately.
No sooner had we arrived at my apartment than Ethan picked me up and dumped me onto the kitchen island, which happened to be higher than the rest of the units…and the perfect height for Ethan’s crotch. He tugged me to the edge of it, dragging my dress up, and closed his big hands over my panties.
“Please don’t rip them.” My smaller hand closed over his. Why had I put them back on? Why would I do that? He had already destroyed numerous pairs, and at this rate, I would soon have none left.
Maybe that was his aim.
Dark eyes studied me. “I’ll buy you some more.”
A derisive snort escaped me. “Do you have any idea how much they cost.” I was about to be fucked on the kitchen counter, and yet it was my diminishing underwear supply that set me in a temper.
Ethan smirked. “Do you need another spanking?”
“I hate being spanked.” I’d received more than a justifiable spanking quota today…What the hell was wrong with me? Justifiable?!
This morning was bad enough, but Ryker had spanked me twice as hard. I’d convinced myself I was about to die at one point when the stinging blows kept coming. I was still sore.
Ethan leaned down, putting his mouth close to my ear, and his words were a deep rumble that sent a shiver skittering over my body. “I know, baby, that’s why we do it.” When he called me baby, it delivered intimacy. If the glint in his eyes was any indication, he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Then he growled, the vicious one steeped in possession—and ripped through my panties.
Heat rolled over me, starting in my stomach and radiating out to my fingers and toes, and right to the follicles of my hair. My empty pussy spasmed, and slick flooded out.
A heavy thud kicked off at the base of my skull, the dizziness and rushing blood indicating the imminence of a flush. The faint chink of his buckle dragged a moan from my lips. His hands skittered over my body, tearing my dress open so he could close his mouth over the stiff peak of my nipple while shoving the hem higher.
He sucked harder on my breast, bringing an arch to my back as he plunged two thick fingers into my wet pussy.
Another wave of heat rushed through me, and I felt half-delirious by the speed with which the pleasure consumed me. It was like I was permanently simmering, and one of them only had to glance at me, and my body was ready to boil.
Something far thicker replaced his fingers, sliding back and forth through the slick folds until the tip caught at my entrance. His lips broke from my breast to suck kisses up my throat. As his mouth covered the thin membrane on the right side, he bit down and thrust deep.
A strangled scream left my lips. He closed one hand over my throat, another over my hip and fucked into me, slow and deep.
The sound of the facility cooler opening snapped my drugged eyes open. I had thought Ryker had left. He hadn’t. He sat at a tall chair right beside us, took a deep slug of a beer, and leaned back to watch the show.
I screwed my eyes shut, trying to erase the image of his dark interest out. One of them was bad enough, two of them was more than I could possibly handle.
Ethan stilled while buried deep and growled again. It was the low possessive growl he reserved for Ryker, and my eyes popped open.
Ryker was leaning close, one arm outstretched toward me. “I promise you’ll like it,” Ryker said to Ethan, his hazel eyes glinting with a cold, dead light.
Ethan’s hand tightened around my throat, and my pussy clenched in a combination of arousal and fear as I cut a glance between them. Ethan had told me he tolerated Ryker, and his every action backed this statement up. I wasn’t sure why Ryker was pushing his luck so soon after his return. I was surprised there hadn’t been worse repercussions given what had happened in my office.
Ethan growled again, but softer, and Ryker leaned over to cup my cheek, turning my face to his. “Keep your eyes on me, babe. Ethan’s going to fuck you hard now, and you’re going to look at me while he does.”
I sucked in a deep breath as my stomach turned over. I couldn’t do this. One of them was bad enough, but two focusing on me was off the charts. This thought alone was enough to take me to the edge.
Ethan rolled his hips, pulling out and then slowly fucking back into me. My head snapped around.
“Ah-ah.” Ryker tapped my chin until I turned back toward him. My pussy clenched, Ethan growled. A breathtaking grin broke out on Ryker’s face. “I think she likes it.”
I did like it—too much.
With one hand gripping my hip, and the other holding my throat, Ethan fulfilled Ryker’s promise and began to fuck me with hard, savage thrusts. Ryker leaned back into his seat and took another slug of his beer while I battled to keep my eyes open.
I was close to climaxing. My stomach went into perpetual free-fall, and my pussy fluttered on the brink.
“I love watching your face while he fucks you.” Ryker’s gaze raked over my body, and I knew he was watching Ethan’s cock as it thrusted in and out. A hooded, openly lustful inspection. “Love watching him split you open on his cock.” My pussy began fluttering wildly. Ryker’s eyes returned to meet mine. “And I love it when he’s rough with you.” As if in silent agreement, Ethan’s grip tightened and he stroked his cock in deep, brutal thrusts.
Ryker took another sip of his beer before placing it on the counter beside him. He leaned forward; Ethan gave another warning growl. “Trust me, you’re going to like this, too.”
It was too much; my senses were overloaded. I was going to come, I was so close. A slow rumble emanated from Ethan, as Ryker slowly cupped my face. His thumb brushed back and forth over my lips. “Such a good girl,” he said. “Letting Ethan fuck you how he wants. Now, open for me and suck.” When my lips parted, he thrust his thumb inside my mouth. I sucked down instinctively, my pussy convulsed, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Ethan’s growl was long and feral as he came, too, making my pussy grip tighter on the thick flesh between my legs.
His cum flooded, and heat filled me up. He growled again, and Ryker’s thumb eased out of my mouth.
I had no chance to recover from that shattering climax, before Ethan snatched me off the counter, still buried inside me, and took me over to the couch. He sat, positioning my limp body over his lap, pressed my face into his chest, and offered up the comforting rumble. I rubbed my nose against him and sucked his wild, earthy scent into my lungs. A few moments later, the sofa jostled as Ryker sat beside us.
“I need to fuck her, too,” Ryker said.
Ethan growled another warning, before resuming the deep rumble. I had hardly slept last night, and exhaustion settled over me like a soft, comforting blanket.
“Fine then. I’ll wait a bit,” Ryker said. “It’s not like my dick is going to drop off or anything…just feels like it.”
Ethan surprised me by chuckling. The movement jostled me. I sent a scowl his way. He petted my hair again and offered more of the sweet, comforting sound. “Give me a minute.”
“What about her ass? Have you had her ass yet?”
I glanced up. Ryker had been semi-obsessed with playing with my ass. I was sure because it made me uncomfortable on a multitude of levels.
“No,” Ethan said curtly.
“Why not?”
The gentle rumble ceased. “Because I don’t want to fucking kill her.”
“Can I have it, then?”
“Nope,” he growled. “And don’t fucking ask again.”
I hoped this was a permanent sort of no, not a temporary sort of no. I thought about checking, but the tension between them had become palpable again. And besides, wallowing in the favorable option was nice, even if it later proved to be false.
As the soothing rumble resumed, I relaxed a fraction.
I didn’t want Ethan to be cross at Ryker, or me. I had no idea how long they would both be here, or when one, or both of them would leave, but I didn’t want to waste any of this precious time.
When had my mindset changed? When had
I accepted this?
Ethan tucked me closer to his body, and I thought I might be here for longer than Ethan’s suggested minute. I wanted to ask what was next, but I was terrified of the answer. It wasn’t natural that there were two of them. I couldn’t imagine what lunacy had brought us to this point.
“How did my father agree to this?” I sighed, feeling content and sleepy, and clearly not at my mental best to voice such a question.
“He didn’t,” Ryker said.
I opened one eye a crack to peek at him.
“The military took over your extraction, and he rescinded all rights related to your control,” Ryker said. “The operation came with risks, and due to the nature of your singularity, they needed a backup. I was the backup. If one of us didn’t make it, they needed a Controller ready who could deal with your flush.”
A sickly weight settled in the center of my chest. I clung tighter to Ethan, even as my hand reached for Ryker.
Ryker looked down, closing his hand over mine where it had pressed to his thigh. “It really fucked shit up, one of us not dying. Very inconvenient. Although Ethan gave sorting that problem out a good go yesterday.”
“You obviously like sleeping on the couch,” Ethan said.
“Is this your way of saying me sleeping in her bed is on the table? Because I can totally drop the fact you tried to beat my head through the wall of the sparring room. There’s barely any concussion. Still, I never used to have a sense of humor. Maybe you knocked a few new synaptic connections into place.”
“Synaptic connections? Don’t make like you know what the fuck you’re talking about. And you still don’t have a sense of fucking humor. If you had enough functioning brain cells left, you’d find your way to the other bedroom.”
“Lilly’s not in the other bedroom,” Ryker said earnestly. “And I’d rather spend all night on the couch watching you fuck her than try and sleep thinking about it in another room. It’s a bit of a lose-lose. If I’m going to torment myself, may as well do it with the real thing.”