On the Porch
Stefan
J ack stares right at me as he growls, “Kill him.”
My heart is pounding, shock and fear screaming in my veins. Is he really going to murder someone?
“Let’s get you inside.” Lucy’s chin quivers as she pushes me forward. She’s clearly just as upset as I am.
I nod, turning the doorknob and stepping into a long sitting room. My chest is tight, and that familiar feeling begins to squeeze my throat. Trying not to panic, I pull my inhaler out of my pocket, praying I don’t drop it. My hands are weirdly numb.
The inhaler puffs, filling my lungs. I slowly blow it out, following Lucy without really thinking about where we’re going or what we just saw. Sure, Yuki and Bear beat that alpha to a bloody pulp, but I’ve seen alphas do much worse to each other out in the woods. Heck, even Mari has killed a few in their sleep to protect us.
Before I know it, the familiar scent of Jack’s bedroom fills my lungs, and some of my nerves settle.
“Do you need another puff?” Lucy shuts the bedroom door behind us, pulling me toward the bed.
“No,” I inhale deeply, feeling my lungs fully expand, “I think I’m good now. Are you okay?” I cup her cheek. Her blue eyes are wide with fear, and her hands are like ice as she rests them on my forearms. She might be in shock.
“You were so calm,” Lucy says. “I froze up.” She shakes her head as if struggling to remember. “I’m so sorry. They started hitting each other, and I didn’t know what to do.”
“You did exactly what you were supposed to do,” I say, pulling her into my arms. “Our job was to get out of there, and that’s what you did.” I press my nose to the top of her head as she melts against me. She smells amazing. Sweet and salty, like an ocean breeze.
“I should have been the one leading you,” she mumbles against my chest.
“All that matters is that we got out of there,” I try to reassure her. “And it’s not like we were really in danger.” I look down at her pretty face, pleased when she rests her chin against my chest. “Jack, Bear, and Yuki wouldn’t have let them hurt us.” I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, Yuki might not have fought to the death for me , but she would have for you.” I laugh.
Lucy goes pale and blinks repeatedly. “What makes you say that?” Her voice pitches very high.
“Yuki likes you,” I say simply.
“But why?” Lucy pushes me away. I quickly release her, not wanting to upset her further. “What makes you think that?” she demands.
I shrug, not sure how to explain it. “Her scent is softer around you,” I say, thinking about the guarded she-alpha. “And her shoulders aren’t as tight when you’re in the room. It’s obvious she likes you.”
A nervous laugh jumps from Lucy’s throat. “I don’t know if that’s true.” Her gaze darts over the floor, almost as if refusing to look me in the eye. “ You are Ms. Ito’s omega. She was protecting you .”
I don’t argue with that, even though I don’t believe it. Yuki and I may both belong to the same pack alpha, but she doesn't want me. But there’s no point in saying that.
“Lucy.” Jack bursts into the room, and my body goes tight all over again. “Out!”
A flicker of relief fills the beta’s blue eyes, then she rushes out of the room. The second the door clicks shut behind her, Jack’s intense stare zeroes in on me. His eyes dart all over my face as he moves toward me. His shiny shoes sink into the fluffy red carpet, not stopping until he’s right in front of me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice deep and rumbly.
I nod, not really thinking about the answer. He’s just so close, and his scent is nice, or his scent normally is. Right now, all I can smell is that yucky cigarette.
“Are you sure?” Jack looks down at me with so much power and intensity. I should back up. I should be scared of this alpha who just ordered the death of two people. But I’m not. In fact, I want to be closer to him. I want him to hold me like he did last night.
I’m safe in his arms.
“I saw what you did down there.” He cups my cheek, and warmth skates across my skin. It settles in my belly, making my abs flex. “You are a very impressive omega, Stefan Kane.”
A nervous laugh leaps from my mouth. “No.” I can’t help my nervous smile. “I’m not impressive.” I try to look away, but Jack grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I’m not strong like you,” I whisper.
His eyes narrow ever so slightly as he tilts his head. “I don’t know about that,” he says. “You were pretty quick to protect Lucy down there.” He sweeps the hair off my forehead. “That’s not something a weak person does. Especially not when standing feet from several fighting alphas.”
My face grows warm at his compliment, and my stomach clenches. I rub my belly, trying to make the cramp go away.
“Are you okay?” Jack rests his hand over mine, and I shiver from how warm his skin is.
“I think I just got worked up.” I’m not sure how else to describe it. My eyes drift to the sitting area in the corner. My nesting materials are still stacked on the couch, waiting for me to use them. I kind of want to use them right now. The urge to wrap them around me and hide for days is almost impossible to ignore. “My stomach kind of hurts.”
Jack caresses my cheek with his other hand, brushing his thumb over my cheekbone and down the side of my face. “Would you like a shower?” His voice is deeper, making my nipples tingle. I cross my arms, wildly confused by the sensation.
“Okay,” I whisper, too embarrassed to ask if we can lie in bed together. Because that’s what I really want. I want to do what we did last night, but I can't bring myself to ask.
Jack takes my hand, pulling me into the bathroom. He turns on the shower, spinning a few knobs, and suddenly, the ceiling begins to pour like it’s raining.
“Let me help you.” Jack pulls off my shirt, then he slips my boxers down my legs. His hands slip over my skin as he kneels to help me slip the shorts off my feet. But he doesn’t stand up immediately. He stays in place, one knee on the floor, admiring my body.
I let him, trying not to feel ashamed as he looks at my privates, my chest, all the way up to my face. It’s so weird having such a big, impressive alpha looking at me like this, but I like it. I feel… powerful ? I don’t know if that's the right word, but, however I feel, I like it.
“You’re so pretty,” Jack growls deep in his chest.
A flash of disappointment flickers across my face, but I try to smile, hiding it.
“What’s wrong?” Jack stands, looming over me once more. I start to shake my head, but the alpha gives me a hard look, stopping me. “Don’t you dare say nothing,” he warns. “Tell me.” It’s not a command, but it might as well be.
“I don’t want to be pretty,” I say honestly, and he tilts his head as if asking why. “Girls are pretty. I’m not a girl. I might be an omega, but I’m still a man.”
The lines between Jack’s brows ease, and he nods as if understanding. Then he cups my face with both hands and looks deep into my eyes. “You are a very handsome man, Stefan.”
Warmth spreads through my chest, and I can’t help the bashful smile that fills my face. I want to say thank you or compliment him too, but I can’t even look him in the eyes right now. Jack chuckles at my reaction, then he leans down and kisses my lips. It’s a quick kiss. Too quick.
“Let’s get you clean.” He urges me into the hot shower.
The spray feels so good against my tired skin. It taps at my scalp and over my shoulders. I shiver as the hot water drips down my stomach and over my sensitive member. It twitches, and I stare at it, worried it’s going to drip that white fluid again.
Cum , I remind myself. It’s called cum.
“Turn around.” Jack’s deep voice is right in my ear.
I slowly do as he says, shocked to see the naked alpha standing under the water with me. His body is a work of art. Deep-grooved muscles, a trim waist, and a long thick dick. No. Cock . Jack has a big, hard alpha cock .
“Do you like what you see?” Jack chuckles when I keep staring at his erection.
Even though it’s awful to admit, I nod, deciding it’s okay to be honest. After all, we’re alone.
“Do you want to play with it again?” Jack asks, and I snap my head up, praying he’s serious.
“Can I touch it?” Even I can hear the excitement in my voice, but thankfully Jack doesn't make fun of me or laugh. He smiles as he reaches for a bottle of some kind of soap right behind me.
“Go ahead.” Jack pours some soap into his hand. “Do whatever you want with that cock.” His eyes sparkle with excitement. “Touch, lick it, rub it. It belongs to you, omega.”
My hands tremble as I reach out, slipping my fingers around his thick shaft. It seems to pulse, then twitch under my touch. I hope that means he likes it. A thrill works through me as I feel every inch of his velvety shaft. It’s so smooth and hard at the same time, covered in twisting soft veins. And the tip is kind of red and shiny. It’s beautiful.
A thrill works through me as I feel every inch of his velvety shaft. It’s so smooth and hard at the same time, covered in twisting soft veins. And the tip is kind of red and shiny. It’s beautiful.
Jack washes me, rubbing soap all over my back and chest while I slip my hands up and down his cock. He moans every now and then—especially when I squeeze—telling me he likes the way I’m touching him.
Jack pauses, his soapy fingers in my hair. “Grab my balls,” he says. “Give them a little squeeze.”
I do as he says, and the alpha moans loudly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. I’m thrilled with the pleasure I’m giving him. It makes me so happy that I’m actually good at this. But then a wild urge grips me. I want more. I want to taste him.
Moving slowly, I lean down. Jack goes completely still, letting me do whatever I want. I lick my lips, press the tip of his cock just inside my mouth. It’s just the crown, but I still have to open wide to accept him. lick it.
Jack places his hand at the back of my neck, not letting me up. “Do it again, Stefan. Suck me off.”
Eager to make him happy, I lick him once again, but this time he pushes the back of my head, forcing his cock deep into my mouth. My eyes go wide, shocked, but then a drip of delicious liquid spreads across my tongue, and a hungry moan pushes from my chest.
Something primal grips me, and I drop to my knees. I suck hard, desperate for more. My hands grip the part of his cock I can’t fit into my mouth as I suck and lick, trying like crazy to get more of his masculine flavor.
“Fuck,” Jack snarls when I squeeze his balls. “Wash off.” He jerks me back onto my feet. His cock falls from my mouth, and I pout. “I need that tight body pinned beneath me now ,” he growls the last word, making heat flash across my skin.
My abs flex again, but this time, a rolling cramp grips me.
“Would you like that?” he rumbles, and the cramps intensify, making my privates ache. It’s like the vibrations in his voice are causing it.
“Alpha,” I grunt, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. Feeling weird, I look down, shocked to see my privates stretching out. It’s long and hard. “It h-hurts!” I force the words from my mouth as shame burns my cheeks.
Jack looks down at my straining member, then he gasps, “ Stefan .” His eyes meet mine, filled with excitement. “Look at that beautiful cock.”
I hate how happy he is. Doesn’t he know how much this hurts? The skin across my shaft is so tight, it feels like it’s going to explode. “Help!” I pant. “Make it stop!”
“It’s okay,” Jack begins to purr. “This is normal. Remember?” His big hand circles my member. I want to shove him away, but my deep shame is nothing compared to the pressure building up inside me. “I’m going to help you.”
And he moves his hand.
It slides up and down my member. It’s a gentle movement at first. Firm tugs. But it’s not helping. At least I don’t think it is. I shift, wishing he’d stop, but then the alpha squeezes me, and something like relief washes over me. My eyes float closed, and Jack hums in approval.
“That’s right.” He leans down, placing his lips right at my ear. “Feel my hands on your body, omega. Let that pressure build up inside you.”
I swallow hard, trying to do what he says, but then something so shocking happens, all I can do is scream. A vicious cramp rips through my gut, lancing down to my privates and around to my bottom. Unable to control my body, my back entrance clenches tight, then something deep within me seems to pop, and hot fluid pours from my hole and down the inside of my legs.
Jack holds me as I cry out in pain. Deep worry fills his eyes, but then he sniffs the air and his expression shifts. It’s like a shadow consumes his handsome features, and his eyes dilate.
“Omega,” he growls in my ear. “Did you slick yourself?”
I can’t answer. I can only cry as the pressure builds up once again. “Make it st-stop!”
I can’t see anymore. My vision goes white as the water overhead is turned off. I’m suddenly being carried to the other room, but I don’t even remember being picked up. I feel the soft blanket against my back, followed by Jack’s warmth as he crawls over me.
“Please,” I beg, my voice scraping over my throat.
Jack’s hand trembles as he grips my knees then forces my legs apart. Sweat blooms across my whole body, and I begin to shake.
“It’s okay, omega,” Jack rumbles, forcing my hands over my head. “Your alpha will make it better.” He leans down, dragging his nose over my heaving chest. Smelling me.
But there’s no way he can make this better.
This pain is unbearable. I’m being ripped apart, my guts being shredded to pieces, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.
I’m dying.