“Yes, Alpha,” he grumbles after a moment, and I feel his muscles tense under me as he tries to stay still.
“Good boy. Keep going, princess.”
Joker manages to not move as I resume rolling my hips, matching the speed of Bones’s hand as he strokes his cock. I can’t take my eyes off it, my mouth watering. But I know better than to ask for more than what I’m given. Bones pants as he picks up his pace, and I struggle to match it, leaning forward and bouncing my hips up and down. Bones nods once, and for a moment I don’t understand, butthen Joker’s hands are on my hips, helping me to move. Pleasure builds in my core again, and I whine, one hand going to rub my clit.
“That’s a good girl. You’re doing so good. Don’t stop,” Bones says breathlessly, his other hand coming up to grip the base of his cock hard.
“You gonna come all over us, Alpha? Or are you going to feed this gorgeous girl like she fucking deserves?” Joker asks, just as breathless.
“Is that what you want, little one? Do you want us to fill you with cum from both ends?” Bones asks, his voice dropping nearly an octave.
“Yes, please, Alpha,” I whimper, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue.
“Such an obedient omega, getting ready for me. But you’re going to come one more time, okay? Come all over Teddy’s cock, make him come for me.”
I whine and pick up my tempo, leaving my mouth open, shame completely abandoned. I rub my clit faster and harder, my release building like flames, consuming me until at last, I throw my head back with a scream. Joker curses below me as my pussy convulses over and over, his grip on my hips bruising as he fights to thrust into me. But then I feel him explode, hot cum pulsing up deep inside me, wave after wave of his seed filling me until I can feel it leaking out and coating my thighs.
But I don’t get a moment to breathe before there’s fist in my hair, pulling me down. Bones takes advantage of my open mouth, shoving the tip of his cock inside, stopping just short of making me gag. But then he’s coming, too, and I have no choice but to swallow. He tastes like bright lemons but also smokey, and something metallic on the back of my tongue. Warm and musky and just the right amount of bitter.
Once he’s done and pulls away, I finish swallowing and panting, my body shivering with aftershocks. Without speaking, Joker and Bones move together as one unit to bundle me up in a blanket, whispering praise and purring to turn me into a puddle. I lose track of time for a moment, but when I come to, Joker has a straw to my lips, and I feel a warm washcloth brushing against my swollen folds. I drink and let my eyes drift closed, content to let them care for me.
Because I got what I wanted. My head is blissfully empty and I’m able to rest without my past haunting me.
Chapter forty-eight
Ittakesseveralhoursfor Joker, Bones, and Delilah to emerge from the nest room, which is honestly for the best. Delilah needs rest and attention, and even if Bones can come off as a cold, stubborn bastard, Joker is there to make him care and keep his rougher edges in check. When they do, Delilah’s hair is braided in two plaits that fall over her shoulders, her eyes a little puffy, but overall, not that bad. Joker, however, looks like he’s the king of the world, and Bones has that protective look in his eyes as he follows behind the omegas.
“Have a good nap, baby girl?” Phantom asks from the couch, a knowing smirk pulling athis lips.
Delilah blushes the most adorable shade of pink, ducking to hide behind Joker, not making eye contact. We all chuckle fondly at her reaction, my smile making my cheeks hurt.
“If anyone is wondering, I also had a good fuck—I mean, nap,” Joker says with a false stutter.
Siren snorts from their perch on the kitchen counter, another cup of coffee in their hands. “Still scrambled, pup?” they tease.
Joker lets out a little purr, winking in their direction, but thankfully he doesn’t go into details. Not that I wouldn’t want to hear them, but Delilah looks about ready to melt into the floor from embarrassment. I catch her eye and jerk my head backward, giving her a small, soft smile. She moves away from Joker and comes over to sit between me and Phantom on the couch, immediately grabbing a blanket and getting cozy. Phantom purrs in approval, and I swear I can see the spark of life brightening in her eyes.
It’s only been a few weeks, but the change in Delilah has been profound. Her face has more color, her cheeks rounding out and making her look less skeletal. Her hair looks healthier, and her body is finally starting to fill out. She’s been so good about eating, thanks in large part to all the positive reinforcement we’ve been giving her for finishing her plate and not fighting us each time a little more is added. Stability, care, and attention has worked wonders on her.
It’s a crying shame that we’re going to have to take that away from her.
“So, about this tracker…” I start with a heavy sigh.
Bones grunts slightly as he sits at his place at the dining room table, turning to look at Siren. “Any headway with tracing the signal back?”
Siren shakes their head. “The thing they put in her was a glorified vet chip. Meant for local readings and basic location tracking. As far as I can tell, it pings off cell towers to help triangulate a location. Because there’s only a few towers out this far, it wouldn’t have taken Dunne long to find our house.”
Phantom lets out a soft curse, but my eyes go to Delilah, gauging her reaction. Her eyes are a little distant, but not full-on dissociating. I lean in and take Delilah’s hand over the blanket, squeezing slightly to give her something to ground herself with. She shifts her eyes to me, giving me a small, grateful smile.
“So…he knows where we are, but we have no way to find him. Great. Just great,” Bones grumbles.
“Well, there is a way to figure out where he is, but I’m not sure you’re going to like it,” I say, interjecting into the brief silence.
Everyone looks at me, and I give Delilah’s hand another squeeze.
“We can use it to draw him out,” I say, letting the words fall into the silence.
There’s a long moment when all that fills the house is the gentle sound of the wind in the trees outside, and the occasional bird taking flight or singing. Then Joker lets out a snort that leads to a disbelieving chuckle and before long, he’s doubled over, laughing.