15
calix
LEVI SENDS ME a dummy login and password the next morning.
But I don’t get a chance to try them out, because when I get to work, everyone’s freaked out about the fact that the hounds killed a security guard in some nasty pay-by-the-hour hotel on Staten Island. They took his gun and his stun gun and then disappeared.
The gun was recovered in a trash can near the Staten Island ferry.
Someone working the metal detector there remembered them and said that one of them was a nerd who rattled off—by memory—rules and statutes about New York law and stun guns and carrying them.
So, they talk now.
I mean, this is what I conclude, but Acker’s in complete denial about this. She thinks it must have been someone else with the stun gun. She goes over and over about how they can’t talk.
Then she notices that I’m in the back of the room listening to everything and she takes me by the arm and escorts me out and says I should go and see the omegas since that’s my damned job.
I want to get on the computers.
But I do have to work.
So, I spend hours escorting omegas back and forth to the labs, taking them outside for their time in the yard, and then finally, it’s my lunch break.
I use the login and password that Levi gave me and I have access to everything in the network.
First thing, I find out all of their names and histories.
Turns out that one of them used to work for the mob. There’s a list of properties and things under his name, and it turns out that he has this huge list of various lockers and storage units and other things that are all being paid for out of some offshore account that no one could get to in the event of his death.
Because, yeah, they’re all dead. Officially. Legally.
I notice one of the storage units is on Staten Island. I look up the address and it’s blocks from where the stolen car was picked up. They went there.
They are remembering their pasts. They can fucking talk. These aren’t hounds we’re dealing with anymore, these are people.
I know better than to clue Acker into anything I’m finding out here.
Instead, I go looking for someplace where they might go to hide out.
Interestingly, one of them used to be a fucking Catholic priest. This tickles me, really, it does. An alpha priest? How’s that even work?
I wonder if they’d go to his old parish, take sanctuary there.
I kind of doubt it, because I have a feeling they’re all fucking like rabbits right now.
But I write down the address to check it out.
The guy who used to work for the mob owned a house and a vacation home in Florida, but both of these pieces of property were sold after he was declared dead. They were liquidated and put into his estate, which was divided amongst this guy’s heirs, such as they were. He didn’t have a will, so I think all of it reverted to his parents, since he wasn’t married and didn’t have any kids. Even so, my pack wouldn’t know the properties aren’t accessible anymore, so they might go to them.
I could check that out.
I make a note of the addresses, but I deprioritize them, since they won’t be able to stay there. Even if they show up at these places, they’re going to have to leave. If they go all the way to Florida, it’s going to be a big pain, so I hope they don’t do that.
The omega owned nothing. She was a college student. All she left behind was a checking account and student loans. She’s a dead end, unless she has some family or something.
Still, would they go home to their parents or sisters or anything?
Definitely this guy who was a cop? He’s not going home to his wife. Not when he’s scent-matched to three men and another woman.
But what about his family?
I do an internet search and the first thing that comes up is his social media page. People are posting how much they love and miss him and shit. And there’s a picture, right on the first page, of him standing out front of a beach house in Belmar with his wife and his brother and his nieces and nephews. Miss you and our vacations at the shore at the house Dad bought, buddy, his brother has written.
Somehow, I just know it.
That’s exactly where the fuck they are.
lotus
THEY’RE INTERVIEWING DR . Acker on the news. I know who she is, not because she ever really did any work with me personally at Cedar Falls but because I would see her in the halls sometimes.
She always struck me as having a kind of cruel beauty, something jagged about it. I remember cringing when she would walk past me when I was heading outside to the lawn or something. She always frightened me.
Seeing her on the screen now frightens me afresh.
Pictures of us are flashing on the screen and Dr. Acker is telling the camera that we are very dangerous, feral alphas and omegas. “Do not approach them. Do not engage. If you see them, call our number immediately.”
The number flashes on the screen.
Then, Dr. Acker looks into the camera and her expression changes. “And if you’re listening to me out there, if my good boys have access to a television,” she croons, her voice sugary and sweet, “then you need to do the right thing and come home. You know you’ll be happier at home. I have a reward waiting for you.”
I get up off the couch, not liking the sound of her voice.
But then, I realize they’re all staring at the screen with this slack-jawed look on their faces. All three of them. They look sort of mesmerized, and my entire body goes cold.
“Don’t you want a reward?” says Dr. Acker’s voice from the television screen.
I’m afraid, and for some reason, this means that my scent gets heavy on the air. I don’t know why that is, but it’s been like that my whole life. Usually, though, I’m the only person who notices, because betas don’t tend to scent it. This time, though, all three of my alphas scent me, and I can see from the way that their nostrils are pricked that they recognize the scent as fear.
Their scents rise, and their scents smell like aggression and desire, and that frightens me even worse.
It’s her.
That awful woman has triggered them, like I did back in the hotel. She did it from the screen of the television and she can do it again. We’re never going to be safe.
The hounds’ faces tilt jerkily to one side, all at the same time, all visibly sniffing the air, sniffing me. Their gazes lock onto me, and their scents are lethal on the air.
Shit.
They’re going to kill me.
They’re completely gone.
And I rode all the way out here on a train with them, all the way to this house, and I’m trapped here with them and what the fuck is wrong with me?
I said I wasn’t too stupid to live.
I said that I’d seen this movie.
Apparently, not enough times.
I run.
I scramble out of the living room and towards the front door.
I don’t make it.
Knight tackles me. He wraps his hands around my neck and he presses his groin into my skin. He’s painfully hard, his huge knot pressing into me.
My body splits—part of me is horrified and wants to run. Part of me likes his knot. Part of me wants to be fucked with that big, big knot.
Shit.
If I let him fuck me, he’s going to kill me.
But I’m writhing into his groin, letting out a purr, and his hands are roaming over me in a gentle, possessive way.
I kick him. Hard. Middle of the stomach.
And he grunts.
I’m on my feet.
But I can’t run out the front door, because Arrow and Striker are there, both practically drooling over me.
I run further into the house instead.
There’s one bedroom on one side, along with the bathroom, and two bedrooms on the other side. I go into the biggest bedroom, shut the door behind me, lock it, and go over to open the window.
I get it open.
And the door is splintering.
I turn to look over my shoulder and Striker’s punching his way through the door. It’s a hollow-core door. I guess they aren’t very strong.
I turn back to the window, yanking it up.
Striker hurls himself into the room, throwing splinters of the wood everywhere.
I struggle with the screen. It’s stuck.
Striker’s coming for me.
Fuck it. I’m going to kick the screen out. I try, hoping it’ll tear when I put pressure on it.
It doesn’t.
Striker seizes me by the collar of my shirt and pulls me back against his body. I feel—for the first time—the outline of his huge knot against the curve of my ass.
I whimper. Oh, I want Striker. I want Striker bad. I realize suddenly, like a current of strong electricity, that Striker is the most dominant of the alphas, their leader. The other alphas submit to him. Striker and I will be equals, but the others will obey us. This is the way it will be. He is my alpha, and I am his omega, and we are a matched pair.
I cannot stop myself from grinding my ass into his knot.
He puts a hand to my neck and he puts another hand to my crotch. He cups my pussy through my clothes, sending jolts of goodness through me as he massages me there. He tightens his hand on my neck, and his hand is positively massive.
I moan.
He snarls. He shows me all of his teeth.
I’m afraid.
I kick him.
Worked before, right?
Not so much this time. He does not let go of me. He absorbs the impact and pulls me closer, digging his fingers deeply into my throat. He nips at the back of my neck, putting his teeth into my skin.
It makes me feel lit up and strange.
He drags his teeth over the notches of my spine, all the way down.
I shiver, letting out cries as his teeth scrape through my clothes.
He lets go of my neck and shoves me down on the floor.
I go sprawling on my belly, limbs flailing.
He puts a hand on the small of my back and holds me down. He rips my pants off, and I feel the air on my bare skin. He probes my body with his fingers, and then his cock is there, pressing into my pussy.
I make a noise of protest, at least I think it’s protest, but he feels really good there.
He moves his hand from the small of my back to my neck. He pulls up my hips, so that my body is pinned in a strange angle, neck on the floor, hips in the air, and I’m up on my knees, which are spread as he pushes deeper into me, taking up more and more space as he invades my wet and soaking core.
I feel the edge of his knot, and it’s enormous, and I can’t even take that. I struggle, trying to get at him with my arms, trying to push him off, trying to do something. But while I do that, my voice says, “Knot me, alpha, please knot me.”
And he hisses and wrestles his impossibly large knot inside me, still pinning me at my neck.
I come.
It doesn’t feel good—okay, it’s an orgasm, it feels good, but it’s a weird kind of good, like a good that’s detached from my brain, like I only feel it physically, not… spiritually? Are orgasms spiritual? Emotionally? I don’t even know.
It’s bad but good but overwhelming and it hurts and feels good all at the same time.
He’s so fucking big and he’s taking up every bit of space in my entire fucking pelvis. It’s like he’s everywhere, like he’s stretching my pussy opening and pushing all the way to that little spot behind my pubic bone, that good spot that a cock will sometimes nudge during sex, and then he’s also expanding further, shoving all of my organs out of the way to make room for his cock.
I know that can’t actually be happening.
But it feels like it’s happening.
It feels like my very anatomy is being rearranged so that I can get fucked by my alpha, and I whine into it, coming again, and this orgasm is better, as if part of me chose it somehow.
My face is pressed into the carpet, and I think I’m going to get a rug burn from that. He’s crushing me into the floor, and I feel the strain on my neck, on the bones in my body. He’s not being even a little bit gentle.
I don’t like this.
I want this to stop.
Except… I’m so goddamned wet right now, and his cock feels really fucking good inside me. I think that maybe I’ve been waiting my whole life for this cock. This cock fits me perfectly. This cock feels like someone created it by making a mold of my pussy. It hits all the right spots. This cock, oh, fuck, this cock .
“Harder,” I’m saying, gasping, letting out little whines. “Deeper, please, deeper, alpha, please .”
And he’s holding me down, his grip rough, his cock jerking in and out of me with a lot of force, and he’s growling.
I’m afraid.
But I’m just as afraid of myself—of my omega self—as I am of him.
We are all sort of two people, aren’t we? Our designations and our other side. And we all lived for so long with our other sides entirely suppressed. It’s horrifying. And yet, it’s freeing to give in to my alpha, to enjoy the dirty and rough sex that’s happening to my body.
I’m climbing for another orgasm right now. My nipples are tingling, even though no one’s even touching them. Little electric twinges are going through my pelvis. His knot is rubbing against me in all sorts of wonderful ways, making goodness surge through my body, then abate, then surge again. I rock into it, rolling my hips against him, getting more and more of his knot to rub me in just the right way.
Before I know it, I’m a live wire, sparking out my orgasm as I make piteous little cries into the carpet, where my face is being crushed. Some part of me likes this, likes being held down, likes it because it means I’m being forced to take this, forced to pleasure my alpha, forced and held down and I have to have this huge, good knot in my pussy, and it’s not an awful thing to be forced to feel good, is it?
Maybe it’s not an awful thing to be forced to be an object of pleasure for someone else, either?
No, no, it should be an awful thing. That’s exactly what rape is, so—
But he’s Striker.
I like pleasing him. My omega swells in response to this thought and the last little twitches of my orgasm are fuller and sweeter. I like it because he’s my alpha and I’m his omega and we belong to each other. It’s different than him taking it. I’m giving it to him.
He’s not giving you a choice, so you can’t give it to him , says a voice in my head.
Hell, my omega self isn’t giving me a choice either. I can’t control that part of myself. It’s giving me to him, and I’m just along for the ride. It happens to be a very orgasmic ride, and I don’t exactly mind.
Yeah, and then he strangles you dead and it’s all over.
But he’s knotted into me now. I can’t get free.
The door opens, splintered and all, barely hanging off its hinges. Someone’s reached in and opened the handle.
I look up and it’s him.
My alpha.
The one who freed me from the facility.
He has the stun gun in his hand. He kneels down on the floor next to us, and he touches the place where Striker has his hand on my neck.
“Hey,” he says, looking at Striker. “Hey. How about easing up here, huh?”
Striker grunts. He looks at the other alpha and growls.
“Please,” I find myself saying.
Striker lets go of me immediately.
The other alpha rocks back on his knees, taking us both in, letting out a whistling breath between his teeth.
calix
HE’S STILL KNOTTED inside her, and he’s fucking her, and I’m really fucking turned on.
I hadn’t thought this through when I came here.
I didn’t think it through at all, actually. When I got off work, I drove straight out to Belmar, and then I just drove around, looking at the picture on my phone of the house and comparing it to whatever I was seeing on the street.
Eventually, I found the place.
Then, I parked outside and sat here until I heard screaming.
That’s when I decided to go in.
The front door was unlocked, which was good, because I don’t know how I would have gotten in otherwise. Also, there was a stun gun sitting out on the couch in the living room.
The TV was on and the news was blaring.
I picked up the stun gun.
I didn’t see anyone at that point.
Slowly, I went out of the living room. The minute I stepped into the hallway, I saw two of the hounds, crowded around a door that looked to be half-destroyed. The minute I saw them, they saw me.
They started for me.
I held my ground, and when they came for me I stunned them both.
Then, I stepped around their groaning forms on the carpet and went back to the room.
Now, I’m here.
He’s still knotted inside her, and I’m really fucking turned on.
She’s panting. Her eyes are closed. She’s wearing a shirt, but her pants are totally destroyed. He ripped them to shreds trying to get to her.
He’s just going at her, and I can see the edge of his huge knot coming a little out of her wet little pussy and then slamming back in. I don’t really know what it is about that exactly, but it’s hot as fuck watching the mechanics of a penis in a vagina, you know? There’s a reason people watch porn, after all.
I’ve got a knot too. I want to show it to her. Well, to both of them, because he’s dominant as all fuck. When we were back at the facility, he totally took me over in that room with the security cameras and I haven’t forgotten that. I want to show him my knot, and I want him to approve of it, to pat me on the head and say that I’m a good boy and I have a nice big knot and that he gives me permission to play with it or something.
I mean, I don’t know.
Sex is… like that.
I’m not thinking clearly.
I heard her talking when I was coming in here before. Admittedly, she wasn’t saying anything real complicated. They were sex words, but they were words. And I know she couldn’t talk before. So… uh, if she can talk, it’s not, like, morally and ethically wrong to fuck her? To fuck both of them? Or to at least show the both of them my knot, right?
Like, it would be gross and wrong if they had the intellectual capacity of two-year-olds, but they’re better now.
Aren’t they?
I proved that when I found them at this house.
They drive fucking cars.
They…
Shit.
I set down the stun gun, just leave it there on the carpet, and I get up, and I rush out of the room, my cock making a tent of my pants because I’m so crazy aroused, and I go out into the hallway.
The other two hounds are getting to their feet and looking me over.
I’m afraid they’re going to come after me again.
Did I seriously just put down the stun gun? What is going on with me? I’m not thinking clearly.
I hold up both of my hands, palms up, and say, “Hey, uh, are you guys really pissed that I stunned you? Because, um, I heard screams.”
Right, there were screams. And before I was turned on and primarily thinking about sex, I was going to rescue the omega from the crazy, out-of-control, violent hounds. Right? I mean, that was what I was doing, wasn’t it?
But what?
One whiff of their combined pheromones, the priest and Lotus, I mean, and I’m just too turned on to do anything except try to stick my dick in something?
Yeah, that’s a fucking scent match.
They glare at me, both of them putting down their heads like they’re going to charge me as if they are raging bulls.
Okay, so…
I unzip. I show them my cock. I show them my knot. And I let my scent free, onto the air, into their nostrils.
It affects them both. Their eyes roll back in their head, and I advance on them, cock first—shit, I’ve never had a hard-on like this, Goddess, I’m hard—and I put my hands on their cocks. Through their pants. One hand on one’s cock and one on the other.
I looked up their real names in the files, but I find myself thinking the names that were given them in the facility anyway, and I don’t know why that is. I’m too turned on to question it.
They’re Knight and Arrow, the cop and the mafia hitman, and it’s kind of funny that they’re here together, in this pack with me, and that we’re all this attached to each other at this point.
I’d laugh if I didn’t think my knot was so hard that the skin on my dick was nearly about to split open.
Knight starts helping me get his dick out, but Arrow just shuts his eyes and lets me go at him through his pants.
Knight’s dick is thick and knotted up and very nice, and I squeeze him with one hand as I stroke Arrow over his clothes.
Knight sneers at me, but… fuck, it’s kind of a sexy sneer. He’s a very attractive man. He’s got this cocky thing going on for him. I dig it. He pushes on my shoulder, and it doesn’t take a lot, honestly.
I go down on my knees for him pretty quick.
I want to put him in my mouth, so I do that.
He hisses, cupping the back of my neck and urging me deeper onto him.
I take him eagerly, sucking him hard, tasting him. He tastes fucking good, and that must be a scent-match thing, too. It’s a very nice side effect, I have to admit.
I’m still half-fondling Arrow, but then he’s not there, and I’m too distracted to even open my eyes and see where he went. I put all of my attention into sucking Knight, who’s making these little huffing noises of pleasure, and they’re driving me on. I like making him feel good. I like how his thick cock feels brushing the back of my throat. I like the trickle of his delicious essence every time he pre-comes.
Suddenly, Arrow’s back, and he’s kneeling behind me. He’s got something from the bathroom. It’s aloe vera gel, and he sets it down next to me as he starts working on pulling my jeans out of the way.
It takes me too long to put it together.
But when I do, I come off Knight’s dick to look back at Arrow, and I’m out of breath. “I don’t know if I want you to…” But I don’t finish the sentence, because I realize it’s not true. “Okay, okay,” I say, gasping. “Okay, but use a lot of that, please?” Because he’s fucking huge. I could feel how big he was when I was touching him.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man, a really long time, and there have been times where I’ve done it where it’s been, uh, uncomfortable. I’m very fucking turned on right now, and this is my pack, and—
Wait, can they talk?
Arrow kisses my neck. “You want it, right?” he breathes into my skin.
I’m relieved. “I do,” I say. “Just be careful with me?”
Arrow chuckles against my neck, but the chuckle sounds, um, wicked.
“Suck me,” says Knight, pushing his cock back into my mouth. Oh, wow, that’s crazy hot for whatever reason. I suck him, and I pull him as far down my throat as I can stand as Arrow uses the aloe vera gel to lube me.
His fingers are blunt and thick, and he forces them in, but the lube is mostly working and he does use a lot of it.
I’m not ready when he splits me fucking open, though, and I’m definitely not ready for his knot.
I feel like he should really work up to that, not just shove it the fuck in during the first thrust.
But he does, and he’s big, and I’m all stretched out, and there’s this sting and this ache, but my cock pulses pleasantly at the same time and I let out this hoarse cry.
Then, Arrow reaches around and loosely begins to stroke me with his lubed-up hand.
Everything suddenly gets real tight and real good, like I’m in a tunnel of pleasure that’s getting more and more constricted.
Arrow’s fucking my ass, just using his thick knot on my barely-stretched hole, and Knight is urgently fucking my throat, and that hand, that fucking hand on my dick, rubbing me, it’s just… too much.
Everything constricts and each notch tighter is better, until I’m groaning as I’m emptying my balls onto the carpet, shooting out rope after rope of my release, and it feels so good that I can hardly breathe.
“Shit,” says Knight, “shit, is he coming?”
“Like a damned fountain,” breathes Arrow, his voice affectionate, right at my ear.
Knight spears my throat and empties himself into me and I swallow eagerly because he tastes amazing, and then it’s just Arrow, lazily fucking my ass as he squeezes my knot like he’s milking me, and I’m gasping and Knight’s gasping, and everything’s a big, warm ball of good.
“Ready for me?” whispers Arrow in my ear.
“Uh huh,” I gasp.
“Beg me for it.” Arrow’s voice is a rasp. “Call me alpha.”
“Please, alpha,” I breathe.
“Please, what?”
“Please come in my ass,” I say.
And he does.