All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 13

Thirteen

The weekend passes in a sex-filled haze, and by time Monday morning comes back around, I feel like a completely new person. But it doesn’t stop there. Doors are closed and Sally’s informed of important meetings that shouldn’t be disturbed. I’m pretty sure she catches on, but she doesn’t say a word.

I’m riding high. It’s every fantasy I’ve ever had about the three of them come to life. But it all comes crashing down on Friday evening.

I left them at the office because I had girl time planned with Dee. But I forgot my keys on my desk. When I returned, their voices reached me, not the words but the feel of them.

They wash over me, leaving behind a pleasant warmth, and I linger by my desk, debating saying a quick goodbye.

Giving in to the impulse, I move toward Beckett’s office. The door's cracked the tiniest bit. Enough for what he's saying to hit me square in the chest and steal my breath.

“We've never wanted an omega and?—”

I back away from the door, horror filing me. Oh my God, I'm so stupid. Twisting toward my desk, I grab up a pen and paper and quickly write out, ‘I quit effective immediately, don't contact me.’

Then I tear it off the legal pad and slide it beneath his door like a coward.

With my heart in my throat and tears gathering in my eyes, I hurry to the exit. It shouldn't hurt. They never said it was more than sex. No, that's all on me.

Swiping at the tears, I head to Dee's. By the time she opens her door, I'm a sobbing mess, and I throw myself into her arms.

“Oh shit. Who do I need to kill?”

My sobs hiccup out of me, and she hugs me tighter.

“It's going to be okay, Allyson. I promise.” She smooths her hand down the back of my head, shushing me.

I pull away, swiping at my face. “I messed up.”

To her credit, she doesn't say she told me so, she just motions me inside and heads for her freezer. She pulls out two ice cream containers, holding them up.

“Double Cookie Dough with fudge or Rocky Road?”

I chew on the inside of my cheek and point at the Rocky Road. She grabs two spoons and tugs me to her sofa.

“Ice cream makes everything better,” she says, handing me a spoon and taking the lid off.

We eat directly from the container until my stomach hurts more than my heart. Shaking my head and groaning, I fall back against the cushions.

“I quit my job,” I admit. “I can't ever see them again.”

She smiles sadly. Then takes my spoon from me and crosses back to her small kitchen, putting them both in the dishwasher and the ice cream container in the trash.

“I'm sorry, Ally.”

I snort and shake my head again. “No, I should have listened to you.”

She presses her lips together and shrugs. “Sometimes you have to learn from your own mistakes.”

A week. I hid for a week. Not that I think they are looking for me or care one way or another. But sleeping on Dee's couch became too much. I need to think about the rest of my life. I have a job to find and a real life to live.

My feet carry me down my block in the early morning light. Thankfully, the only living thing depending on me in my apartment’s a succulent. And those little plants are resilient, I should probably learn from them.

Before I reach my stairs, arms come around me. A bag is pulled over my head and my scream cut off before it can even exit my lips. Still, I struggle as whoever it is tosses me into what feels like a trunk. I kick out at empty air, pushing up off the scratchy carpet.

It's useless.

My wrists are pulled and secured behind me. The sound of the trunk shutting. I kick at the metal, screaming out in anger and fear.

After what feels like both minutes and hours all at once, the trunk pops open, light filtering through the hood covering my eyes. And I'm lifted from the space, helpless, trapped.

My head swims, and I know I'm close to passing out. This is how I die.

A harsh gasp is punched from my lungs as my ass hits a padded surface. And I come up fighting. I may not be able to see, but I can still do damage.

“Let me go!”

I slam my head up into a very hard chin and earn a grunt of pain. There's more where that came from, fucker. I kick out and a firm hand grips me, tugging my high heel shoe off and tossing it away. Then I'm dragged over the surface, until thighs the size of my head pin me down.

“Shhhh, Bunny, you're safe. You've just got a lesson to learn.” Oz's voice washes over me, and I sag against the hard surface.

I'm safe. It's Oz.

The hood’s lifted from my head, revealing Beckett, Wade, and Oz in their masks from the hunt. Oz flashes me a smile full of teeth. Wade rubs at his jaw and wipes a bit of blood from a swollen lip.

“Ready for your lesson, Sweetheart?”

“What is the lesson?” I'm almost afraid to ask since the last time I saw any of them I was turning in my notice. That was a week ago.

“That you might run, but we'll always catch you, Sugar.”

“I'm not a toy, and you don't want an omega so—” I allow my words to hang between us. Daring them to deny them.

Beckett lifts up slightly and peers down at me. “Who said we don't want an omega?”

“You!” I shout, finding my fight again. “All three of you! I heard you.”

They share a look that's full of silent conversation.

“You mean the night you turned in your notice?” Wade asks, before adding on, “Which we reject by the way.”

He runs the straps of leather cuffs over his fingers and watches me, his violet eyes sparkling.

“You can't stop me from quitting,” I say stubbornly.

Wade nods to Oz, and he slips his fingers around my wrist, holding me still long enough for Wade to secure the cuff on. Not that I fight them. No. My whole body’s against me. Cinnamon and sugar blooms between us as my heart tries to leave my body by any means possible.

“Sweetheart, if you listened a little longer, you would have heard us say…besides you. You’re the only omega any of us will ever want.”

Once my wrists are connected, Wade stretches them above my head and latches them to something. So much for struggling and earning my freedom. I let him do that. And he knows it. Because of the three of them, Wade would have stopped if he thought I was serious. Hell, if I used my word, all of it would have stopped. They like the fight as long as it’s all part of a scene.

When Wade slid that questionnaire across his desk and had me go through the list of likes and dislikes…maybe checking kidnapping was a bit too far. Or maybe, I thought once I walked away, they would just let me. But deep down, I know I wanted this to happen when I left. Some secret part of me wanted them to give chase. And Beckett’s words prove it. Because they have tears springing to my eyes and slipping down the sides of my face to the thin mattress beneath me.

Hope fills my lungs with my next breath. He hasn’t said they love me, or they want to claim me. But desire’s a thin line, right?

“How do I know you aren’t just saying that?” I ask.

Ozwald catches a tear with his finger and brushes it away. “Do you want us, Ally?” he asks, sounding sane and contained as he waits for my response.

I turn my head to look at him, and he watches me steadily. “You know I do.”

“You ran, Bunny,” he whispers. “Bunnies should only run when they want to be chased. Did you want to be chased?”

Inhaling, my eyelashes brush my cheeks before I gaze up at him and say the only thing I possibly can. “Yes.”

A wide smile pulls at his lips as he looks at the other two. “She accepts.”

Wade shakes his head. “You didn’t even ask the question, you crazy fuck.”

“She wants us, and she wanted to be caught…”

“Well, before you sink your teeth into her and remove her choice, you should ask the right questions?—”

Sink his teeth into me? Like claim me? For theirs? My neck aches where I crave their marks. It’s more than a want…it’s a burning need that’s going to make me combust.

“You want to bite me?” I ask, looking between them. Beckett’s almost black eyes blaze with his need. Oz grins down at me, his tongue running over his canines, painting the full picture with his wolf mask.

Wade swallows when I bring my eyes to his. “Do you want to keep us forever?”

“I do.”

Pheromones fill the space. As their scents mingle, they create an intoxicating cloud, a harmonious blend where the sweetness of maple, the earthy depth of amber wood, and the bright zing of lemon swirl together. It’s an experience both comforting and invigorating, a perfect balance of warmth and freshness. And it sends desire zipping through me. I’m ready before any of them even move.

“Sounds like acceptance to me,” Beckett murmurs.

Everything happens at once. Oz slips a pair of scissors beneath my shirt and cuts it from my body while Beckett tugs my pants off, followed by my panties. Wade pulls out the nipple clamps that I both love and hate as he waits for Oz to destroy my bra too. Pure need thrums inside of me as Wade rolls a nipple between his fingers, creating a hard peak to clamp. My body knows that’s what he’s doing and still responds.

As if they plan each move, seconds before the metal is attached to one nipple, Beckett’s slipping his tongue through my folds, swirling it over my clit. The pain of the clamp heightens the pleasure, and I cry out, arching off of the surface as much as possible. Then Oz sucks my other nipple between his teeth, making it tight and needy before the second clamp’s attached.

They push and pull me toward release, relentless in their assault, leaving me shaking and weak before any of them are even inside of me. The feathers and beak of Wade’s mask brush against my stomach as Beckett stands up. His length bobbing between us, the heat coming off of him feels like an inferno, then he adjusts himself, rubbing his thick head through my folds to my entrance. As he stretches me, his fire jumps to me, and I’m burning alive as my orgasm crashes around me.

He prolongs it as he thrusts deep inside of me, and I cry out unintelligible words. Wade tugs on the chain connecting the clamps and Oz sucks on my neck, leaving love bites behind that will need makeup to cover up.

Feathers brush my chin, and Oz tips up the nose of his wolf mask, then both of their mouths are on me. Each of them tweaking my nipples with the clamps. In tandem, they both unclamp me. Another cry tumbles from my lips, and I arch up into their mouths off of the surface at the same moment they both claim me.

Sensation and emotion rolls over me, not entirely mine, and I attempt to suck in a breath of air to my starving lungs. Soothing tongues run over the bites, and before I can get a lung full of oxygen, Beckett thrusts knot deep and leans over me, his bear mask knocked askew as he pulses his hips against mine, spreading me wider and going deeper. His mouth lining up next to his packmates’ marks before he sinks his teeth into me, claiming me, too. He explodes inside of me, his orgasm becoming mine. Mixing and melding into one until I feel as if I’ll drown.

I float in the river of sensations until he slips out. It’s too much and not enough. Every single thing they each feel, I feel too. And it’s so much more than wanting me. Sure, they want me; hell, I can feel how much they need me. But beneath it all is an all encompassing love. How?

“We’ve loved you for years, Sugar.”

Did I say that out loud?

“We knew you signed up for the hunt,” Beckett admits.

They knew?

“It was our chance. Do you think we didn’t know who you were the second you were standing in front of me?” Oz tilts his head, running a gentle finger along my cheek as Wade releases my cuffs.

I shake my head in denial, even though I can feel the truth. “The masks?—”

Wade chuckles. “Nice touch.”

“The NDA?—”

Beckett smiles. “A way out for you. One you didn’t take.”

“Why didn’t you act on your feelings before?—?”

“And force our preferences on you?” Wade asks.

Oz runs his finger over his mark on my skin. He stares at the line he traces, pure satisfaction shining from his eyes. “My crazy?” he adds.

“I saw you years ago, at a party,” I admit. “And I like your brand of crazy, and I’m pretty sure you three know I like your sexual preferences.”

“We sort of have the idea,” Wade says. “But maybe we should feel it. We are missing your mark, Sugar. Before we continue, we are going to need you to sink your pearly whites into us and make this official.”