Chapter 87

Ollie’s POV

A trip… I don’t hate the idea, but I am uncertain. How would that even work? Wouldn’t someone make the connection if I’m also missing from the house as regular Ollie?

Surely, depending on how long we are going, someone would notice…

Although with Diana and Sylvia going out of town, and the brothers on this vacation with their fated mate, maybe there really wouldn’t be anyone at the house to notice my absence. And if anyone did notice, Ella would be there to help cover for me.

“We should go,” Scarlet says, hope in her voice.

I feel that hope too. What a nice escape it would be to abandon all my worries, at least for a while, to go on a trip with the quadruplets while they dote over me during the day and we pleasure each other at night.

Even if our relationship is bound to be temporary, I’d be a fool to turn down this kind of opportunity to spend so much time with them.

With them, as their mate, I wouldn’t be their servant or the sad omega who they are responsible for. I would be their mate, and they would treat me as their equal.

As I’m already weak to them, the temptation of this is too good to pass up.

“Alright,” I say, as if it was ever really in question. “But I need some time to make arrangements.”

“We need to plan as well,” Hugh says.

Wes already starts smiling.

Declan who was looking at me intently, finally looks away.

Conrad continues to level a serious look my way. He’s probably still frustrated from our previous argument. Well, so am I. But any sort of resolution will have to wait until our trip.

“I think… three days from now, they said they were leaving…” Wes says to his brothers. He’s being cryptic, likely not wanting me to know that he’s talking about Diana and Sylvia. As they are leaving in three days, then maybe we’ll leave in four.

“We’ll go in four days, then,” Conrad says.

“Does that work for you?” Wes asks me.

“It does,” I tell them, though I have no idea if that’s true. I’ll make it work somehow.

I’ll have to call and apologize to Nancy. This trip is going to cost me my job. At least I made a few days wages, anyway, and gained a friend from the job. I suppose I couldn’t complain.

“It’s decided then,” Declan says.

I nod. Everyone else seems to be in agreement. Yet, even with this collective understanding, no one really makes any move to end the meeting.

At least, not at first. Everyone just kind of looks at me like they are expecting me to do something.

“I suppose I should go, then,” I say.

Hugh hums as he walks toward me. “Yes, I suppose this is the end of the meeting. But I’ll be damned if I let you go without a goodbye.”

I stand still as Hugh gently cups my cheeks with his palms. Slowly, as he smirks, he brings me closer to him. Then, that smirk disappears against my lips.

In a flash, the rest of the room disappears, and there is only this, only his lips to mine and the swipe of his tongue against my teeth. I open for him, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth instead, tangling with my own. I cling to his arms, trying to find purchase as my knees start to feel weak.

Hugh kisses like he wants seduce me right out of my panties right here, right now, regardless of who is watching. He steals my breath away, and despite myself, I elicit a small, desperate little moan.

He chuckles as he breaks the kiss. “Patience, fox.” Whispering, he says in my ear, “In four days, you’ll have my dick again.”

My cheeks heat up like they’ve caught fire.

“Your turn is over, Hugh,” Wes says next.

Hugh winks at me as he releases his hold on me and steps to the side. Wes was already waiting behind him like he’s in line for the kissing booth. Maybe I should be annoyed by this, but instead, my heart starts thundering wildly in anticipation.

Wes takes my hand, linking his fingers with mine as he coaxes me closer.

“Wes…” I say, right before he softly presses his lips to the corner of my mouth. And then to the other corner. He leans back to look at me in the eyes.

I’m overwhelmed by the affection I see shining there. All I can think to do is surge forward and kiss him myself, pressing my lips to his.

He smiles against them, before returning my enthusiasm. One hand cups the back of my head, the other curls around my waist.

He holds and kisses me like I’m someone gentle and pure. Someone to be sweetly protected.

My heart could burst and I would die happily whispering his name…

“Wes…”

After our kiss, he presses his lips to my cheek. “There will be more when we are alone,” he promises, then steps aside.

Declan is next. He’s standing tall and straight as a statue, his eyes searing me with a type of freezer burn, an impossible mix of hot and cold.

“Come here, slut,” he growls.

I obey at once, moving closer to him. Raising his hand, he clasps my chin. He rubs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. I open my mouth.

His lips twitch, and almost smirk, as he leans in and claims my mouth with his lips and tongue. His kiss is an onslaught, merciless, as he licks into my mouth and lays claim to every inch. As he pulls back, he bites my bottom lip ever so slightly. Not enough to break the skin, but enough for me to feel him even after he’s gone.

He doesn’t say anything like the others did. He doesn’t need to. His kiss, coupled with that dark look in his eyes, is enough to tell me his intent. During our vacation he intends to devour me.

Declan doesn’t wait around after that. He just walks right outside.

Conrad is last. Since I haven’t been with him, I’m not sure what to expect. I’ve fantasized, certainly, but without knowing what he’s really like in the bedroom, then I have no idea how accurate –

He moves in a flash of speed and strength. In a rush, I’m up against the wall, his hands on my hips, holding me up at his height. Before I can even catch my breath, his mouth surges toward mine and I’m locked in a brutal kiss of teeth and tongue.

His tongue is everywhere in my mouth, and then gone so suddenly. He shifts his head, giving a new angle, and then that tongue is right back, continuing what it started.

He growls against my lips, and I moan, overwhelmed with wild want.

When he pulls back, I try to follow, desperate for more.

“On our trip, I will make you mine,” he growls. “I’ll make you feral for my dick.”

My face heats up again.

As he places me back down onto my feet, I worry I might fall over. Fortunately, I’m against the wall, and can lean back on it.

Conrad and the others disappear out the door without another word.

I take the long way home, stopping to change along the way. After showering, as I’m returning to my room, I’m surprised to find Sylvia waiting for me in the hallway.

“Pack your bags,” she says. “You’re coming with me on my trip.”

“With you and Diana?” I ask, confused.

“Yes,” she says, looking at me like it was a stupid question. “I’m going to need my servant.”