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lotus
FIRST, I THINK I’ll take the car, but I don’t have the keys.
I stalk around the car for several minutes, and then I go back inside.
The alphas are still in the bedroom, having a discussion about what to do about me, and Striker is saying, “We can’t force her to stay with us. If she wants to leave, we let her go.”
I step back into the room. “Exactly,” I say. “Give me the keys to the car, Knight.”
“Where are you going to go?” says Knight.
I lick my lips, and the question stops me cold. I don’t even want to think about that. So, instead of answering, I simply turn on my heel and stalk out of the house. I walk away from the cabin on foot.
This cabin is isolated, but not out in the middle of nowhere. There’s a paved road—yellow lines in the middle, but no white lines on the side. There’s no shoulder. I start walking on it, anyway, even though I’m realizing that if a car comes around a bend in the road, they might not be able to stop for me.
It’s not too long until I see another house.
I turn onto the driveway and march up to the door. I knock.
Nothing happens. The house is not a huge house, but not as small as the cabin. I start thinking that this place is probably some kind of vacation community. These houses are probably for people to rent in the summer, a few weeks away in the outdoors, in the country.
I knock again.
Still no answer.
I start to wonder what I’m going to do if someone does answer the door. I have no identification. I don’t remember my name. I remember my parents and the house I grew up in, but…
What city did I grow up in?
It’s entirely blank. I have no idea.
I start to think about the fact that I left the facility and they sent a team of killer alphas after me. So, Cedar Falls wants me dead.
If I get someone to call the authorities, what are the odds that Cedar Falls finds me, says I’m, I don’t know, a dangerous, feral escaped omega and takes me back there? Or executes me?
I can’t go back there, and I obviously don’t want to die, and…
I raise my hand to knock a third time.
Then, I stop.
I want to cry again.
I back away from the house and walk down the driveway, and I simply stand there, hugging myself, fighting tears.
Which is when Knight appears, walking down the road.
I advance on him, hands clenched in fists. “I’m not staying with you!”
He stops where he is and just regards me, eyebrows raised.
I go all the way up to him and start pounding my fists against his chest. “I don’t trust you,” I say and my voice breaks and tears start streaming down my cheeks.
I really hate how much I’m crying right now. Admittedly, this is a stressful situation, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to react besides these helpless tears, but I wish I wasn’t crying all the time.
He seizes my fists and stops my movement. “Please stop hitting me, omega,” he says in a very deep voice.
“Oh, okay,” I say, glaring up at him, trying to pull my hands out of his grasp and failing miserably because he’s ridiculously strong, way stronger than I am. “You strangled me nearly to death, but when I pound ineffectual fists against your chest, I’m the one who should stop being violent?”
He gives me a tight smile. “If I let go, do you promise not to hit me?”
I sneer at him. “No.”
He rolls his eyes. He tugs on my wrists and pulls me flush against his body. It feels good to be close to him, and he smells like safety and home and maybe hot chocolate or something, hot chocolate after being outside in the cold, rich and warm and sweet, with those little marshmallows in it. I fucking hate that he smells like that.
He ducks his head down and rubs our noses together. “Settle,” he orders in a gravelly voice.
The fight goes out of me, which makes some other part of me livid.
I sag into him.
“Good girl,” he breathes. “You need my knot again.”
“I… I don’t,” I gasp. But some other part of me is twitching, itchy inside me, and I have a horrifying realization that he’s right. Not yet, not now, but soon, I’ll be the way I was before, where the need for him, for sex, will be so intense that it will hurt and I’ll be rabid for it.
“Let’s go back to the cabin,” he says. He lets go of my wrists.
I don’t hit him.
He puts an arm around me, tucking me in against his body, and I breathe in a lungful of his perfect scent, and I can’t seem to fight. I let him take me back to the cabin.
Once we’re in there, he makes me sit on a couch in the living room, which is connected to the kitchen. He finds a blanket in a closet, and he wraps me up in it.
Striker and Arrow come and sit next to me, and I lay my head on first one of their shoulders and then the other. I cry again. The tears just bubble up out of me, and I’m sobbing like my heart is breaking.
It’s helplessness.
I’m fucking helpless.
I’m not even in control of my own damned body.
“Omega,” says Knight, standing over me. His voice is gentle, velvet, but full of command.
I pick up my head from where I had it against Arrow’s shoulder and look at him.
Knight unzips his pants and comes closer, taking out his cock. “Suck me,” he says.
I shake my head. “No,” I say faintly.
“It’s what you need, sweet thing,” says Knight in a gravelly voice. “You know it’s true. It’ll calm you down.”
I bite down on my lower lip. His cock is eye level. It’s thick and erect, swollen, the head prominent, almost purplish. The tip is weeping a little bit of liquid, and I catch the scent of that, of his alpha essence, and I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and applying my tongue to it, to lap it up.
It explodes on my tongue, salty and earthy, but somehow sweet, too, like that hot chocolate he smelled like, like the sticky little marshmallows. I let out a groan, and he presses the head between my lips.
“Good girl, just like that,” he urges. “This’ll help, omega. You need this.”
Striker clears his throat. “Uh, Knight?” His voice isn’t strong. “This is fucked up.”
“Is it?” says Knight in that velvet voice. “You can get more of me in your mouth, omega.” He reaches down and tucks my hair behind my ears and then cups my face as he slowly pushes his cock deeper into me.
I let out a little groan, because sucking him does feel exactly right. He’s weeping more pre-come and it dances on the back of my tongue, tasting like spun sugar.
Now, I’m sucking him hard, practically nursing from his cock, and it is really comforting, really nice.
“Deeper, sweetheart,” says Knight.
I take him deeper, still sucking hard, letting out little moans as I do.
“There you go,” says Knight, still cupping my face, looking deep into my eyes, this moment so intimate that it explodes somewhere in my chest like a burst of confetti.
I adore him. My alpha. My Knight.
“You do trust me, omega,” says Knight.
I moan my assent, sucking him.
“You ready for me to come, baby girl?” he breathes, stroking my cheeks with his thumbs. “You ready to swallow down a nice load of me? You know you want that. You know how much you need to taste me.”
I take him even deeper, all the way to his knot, practically gagging myself, very eager for that. I want my mouth full of his release. I want it coating my tongue and going all through my body, claiming me. Please , I think, but I can’t talk with my mouth full of his huge, perfect alpha cock.
He grunts, tipping back his head, shutting his eyes, and he pumps into me.
God, the taste of him… I can’t even describe how good it is, how much I like it. Usually, I want to swallow come immediately, but I hold this in my mouth, savoring it, swallowing little bits of his essence, taking my time with it.
When I’m done, I lick him entirely clean, until he gasps that it’s too sensitive and begs me to stop.
Reluctantly, I sit back on the couch.
Knight pants, head down, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Shit, that was intense.”
“That was weird,” says Arrow.
“Give her yours,” says Knight.
“I still can’t—”
“Just to have in her mouth, to help her stay calm,” says Knight. “Just let her keep it warm for you, okay? Trust me.”
Arrow swallows hard, but then something like certainty comes over his expression. He nods at me. “Yeah, he’s right, omega. You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes, please,” I say quietly. All my sobs are gone, but I miss having a cock in my mouth, and I want that very much.
Arrow takes his soft cock out and I arrange myself so that I’m comfy, using his lap as a pillow, holding him in my mouth. I shut my eyes, and Arrow strokes my hair gently.
For a while, it’s quiet.
“What are we doing?” Striker finally says.
I feel weight on the couch and open my eyes enough to see that Knight is settling down next to Striker. I stretch out my legs so that they are resting on both Knight’s and Striker’s laps, and that feels right.
I feel lazy and sleepy and safe, but that panic is still in me. I’m not going to go anywhere, though, and I know it. I am theirs and they are mine. Whatever happens, we need to be together.
“Doing?” echoes Arrow, and his voice is threaded with affection for me as he continues to stroke my hair. His cock feels nice in my mouth, soft but taking up lots of space. I give it a little suck and he sighs to tell me he appreciates that.
“We can’t stay here,” says Striker. “Where the hell are we, even?” He starts to idly stroke my leg where it rests against him, and I like that, too.
“We’re in Jersey,” says Knight.
“This seems really rural for New Jersey,” says Striker.
Knight snorts. “Yeah, well, you know, Jersey cows are a thing, so, it’s not like there’s not rural in New Jersey.”
Arrow laughs. “You some kind of idiot savant or something, Knight, what with all your weird little bits of random knowledge?”
“Idiot savant? You insulting me?” Knight doesn’t sound insulted, though. He sounds amused.
“We don’t know anything about each other,” says Striker. “For years, I’ve done everything in my power to protect the two of you, because I’ve never felt a bond like what I feel with the two of you, but we’re practically strangers.”
“Nah,” says Knight. “We’re not strangers.”
“Pack,” says Striker. “That Beckwith person, he said we were a pack.”
I talk around Arrow’s cock. “That’s what they call it in the Polloi. They have packs.”
“Oh, right,” says Knight. “They all live in those weird trailer parks together.”
“Just a family group, though, right?” says Arrow. “Except it gets all confusing because they all live with their grandmothers forever.”
“Okay, but to get back to what we were talking about, why are we in New Jersey?” says Striker. “And how long can we stay here? And what are we going to do? Live on the run forever? Cedar Falls has to be looking for us, and when they find us, we’re probably all dead, don’t you think?”
“Dr. Acker will want us back,” says Arrow in a soft voice, as he traces the outline of my jaw.
“We’re not going back,” says Knight firmly.
“Definitely not,” agrees Striker. “But how long can we stay here? What is this place? It’s someplace from your old life, right, Knight? So, that means that Cedar Falls probably can find out about it, because they know who we are, even if we don’t know ourselves.”
“No,” says Knight. “They wouldn’t know about this place. It belongs to the Licardo family.”
“The mafia?” says Arrow. “You took us to a place that’s owned by the mafia.” He’s not pleased.
I’m not either. I’m reminded about the fact that I don’t actually like Knight, despite the fact that I adore him and I belong to him and his penis is my personal pacifier. I suck Arrow’s cock again at this thought. If Arrow and Striker could just get hard, it would be better. Maybe…
No. I realize there’s no getting away from Knight, probably ever again, for the rest of my fucking life. The helpless feeling surges again, and I suck even harder on Arrow’s cock.
He lets out a little gasp, his fingers digging into my hair. His cock twitches.
I wait, hoping it will expand in my mouth.
It doesn’t.
“What’s going on over there?” says Striker.
“Nothing,” says Arrow. “Just, uh, you know, I’m sitting here with my cock in a beautiful woman’s mouth and it’s… uh, frustrating .”
“You want me to take over?” says Striker in a thick voice.
“No, I’m good here,” says Arrow breathlessly.
I laugh around his penis.
“The cabin, Knight?” prompts Striker.
“Right, this place is usually empty,” says Knight. “It’s here if someone needs to hide out from the law, if there’s a warrant for your arrest or something. People would sometimes stay here for months at a time.”
“Someone could come here, then,” says Striker.
“Yeah, true, someone could,” says Knight. “But we might be fine here for a while.”
“If they do find us here, squatting on mafia property, what are they going to do?” says Arrow.
“I mean, I might be able to smooth it over,” says Knight.
“Or they might kill us,” says Striker.
Knight doesn’t respond to this.
“Not to mention, we’re going to need food,” says Striker. “Is there food in this house?”
“Uh…” Knight clears his throat. “Yeah, you are pretty much supposed to bring that kind of stuff yourself. But we could go to a grocery store—no, we don’t have any money.”
“How much gas is in that car?” says Arrow.
“That stolen car,” says Striker.
“Fuck,” mutters Knight. “You know, I was not really functioning on all cylinders when I made that decision. I was barely able to think at that point, and we needed to get away, and I did the best I could—”
“Okay,” says Arrow, “we were on the interstate, and there’s CCTV cameras that probably picked up the car and ran its plates, so if that woman reported it stolen, there’s a good chance they have an idea of where we took it.”
“You know a lot about that,” says Striker quietly.
“If the police come here,” says Knight, “to the Licardo family’s safe house? Well, they’re not going to be pleased.”
“So, we’ve pissed off the mafia,” says Striker. “We escaped from a facility and the people there want to kill us. We stole a car, and the police are looking for it. And now, we’ve made the mafia angry with us. That about cover it?”
I come up off Arrow’s cock and look at all of them.
“Omega,” says Knight.
“We’re forgetting the fact that you guys all want to kill me,” I say.
“Put your mouth back on Arrow,” orders Knight.
I glare at him. But I obey. It’s better when my mouth is full.
striker
WE EVENTUALLY DECIDE the best thing to solve our problems is money.
If we had money, we could feed ourselves and buy gas and pay for hotels—all sorts of things.
Knight says he used to have money, because apparently being a hitman pays well. He also says that he remembers that most of it was under the table, and that he had to launder it to get it into his bank account. He goes on this spiel about how the IRS gets people for not paying taxes on their ill-gotten gains, so some of it has to be reported, and I interrupt him to get him back on track and ask if he has some of this illegal money somewhere where we can get to it.
He doesn’t know his name, not that it would probably matter, because we’ve all concluded that we’re probably legally dead and can’t access any of our former assets anyway. So, we can’t go get money out of the bank or anything, but maybe, if he has stacks of cash somewhere, we could use that .
He says yeah, that he did keep money in a storage locker somewhere on Staten Island. Of course, he can’t remember the name of the storage facility and he doesn’t have the key or anything to get back into it. But we don’t think we should stay here, so we decide to just drive out there, assuming we have enough gas, (it turns out we’ve still got a half a tank, so hopefully, we do) and drive around hoping something looks familiar.
How we get into the thing, we don’t know.
Maybe we wait until dark and try to brute force our way in?
As plans go, it’s pretty terrible.
But it goes surprisingly well. When we get there, he’s able to direct Arrow to drive right to the place, and it turns out that it doesn’t have a key, but instead has these little electronic codes to open the doors to the storage unit, and Knight fucking remembers the code, and he has two grand in there.
Of course we have a little bit of difficulty getting there, because we all get hot and bothered in the car. The reason that Knight isn’t driving when we get there is because we have to pull over at some point.
He starts out driving the car, like before, with me and Arrow in the back seat with Lotus.
After a while, the scent in the car is just too much, and we’re all snapping at each other. Lotus is crying again, and I’m not far off. My chest is all tight, and I feel… helpless, that’s how I feel, like I’m entirely out of control.
We try to give Lotus our soft cocks to suck, which helps a little.
Man, the feeling of her wet little mouth on me is a little slice of heaven, I have to admit. Something about it feels like coming home, like I’ve been struggling my whole life to get to the end of a long, arduous journey, and the destination has always been here, inside her, and I want to get in her, get in her any way that I possibly can, and just stay there.
She sucks us and we put our fingers in her and play with her and get her off like four times, but it’s not enough.
So, eventually, we decide that Arrow can probably drive. He says he’s pretty sure he remembers how, and so we pull over and Knight gets in the back seat and fucks her while Arrow drives.
Lotus perches on him, bouncing on his cock, gasping in this piteous voice for his knot, and he tells her he can’t, he can’t, he’ll be stuck for too long and that she’s going to be fine with just this, that this is all she needs, and it takes three more orgasms for her and two for him, and one of my fingers pushed into her tight little ass, but…
We all calm down.
And then we get to the storage facility, and we get the money.
Of course, when we get out, we have to go back to the car.
We had to park in a weird place. We didn’t have money for a parking garage or anything, so, we have to walk back several blocks to get back to where we left the car, and when we get there, there’s a cop car there, and the guy is sitting in his car with the door open, talking into his walkie, saying he ran the plates, and this car came up stolen.
Luckily, he doesn’t see us, and we walk off down the street.
We have money now, but we have no transportation.
And from the way Lotus is scenting, she was only mollified by whatever we did in the car. She needs a knot again, and soon.