How to Fail at Escaping an Alpha Orc (How to Fail #3)

19. Chapter NineteenMarcus

Chapter Nineteen

Marcus

I woke up to the sounds of Daria whimpering beside me. Moving to my side, I looked down at her scrunched-up face, her jaw tight. She was having a nightmare. She’d had several over the past few days since being in the house. I knew it was stemming from the stress of the situation. I kidnapped her and then she witnessed that demon rip someone’s head off, not to mention the killing I’d done. This wasn’t her life. It was too much for her.

I pulled her to my chest and began to purr, something I had been doing more of these last few mornings. Instantly, she started to relax in my arms until she eventually opened her eyes.

“You’re hot,” she whispered, rubbing her forehead on my chest.

“Thank you,” I cracked.

She chuckled and leaned back to look up at me. “You’re welcome, but I also meant temperature wise. Hotter than usual.”

“It’s because I have more blankets on.”

“Because I run cold. I can take some blankets off. You’ll be my blanket.”

I kissed her forehead. “I really am fine, Daria. Tell me, what did you dream about this time?”

She pouted and lowered her head. “More of the usual. A demon biting my head off while I’m at the bakery, and all the blood goes in the batter. Meanwhile, my headless body is still mixing ingredients. It was a horror comedy.”

I felt helpless, and I was never a helpless person. It was my job to get things done. End the problem. I should be going to the gang with my family’s henchmen and annihilating them. We never waited to get hit. We were the hitters. At least, that was when I was in that life.

We’d been here for nearly four days, and I hadn’t devised any plan that didn’t involve running. I hated that idea. I didn’t run. People ran from me. Not that there were many options of places we could go. The fae realm didn’t allow us to hide out there. I didn’t blame them. We’d only be bringing trouble, and the fae notoriously hated to be involved in human affairs, and they had no love of orcs. We had an unfortunate history with them that involved my kind murdering many of them hundreds of years ago. So, it was safe to say there was still bad blood there despite all the time that had passed. Not to mention that Daria believed that Angelica would be unable to join us there, and she would not want to leave her friend behind.

And Harris was still not taking our calls. Otherwise, I would offer to return to that life if it meant getting his help. It was worth it to protect Daria. I had money, but not enough to hire the amount of people needed to defend and fight on our behalf for an indefinite amount of time. Our best bet was to attack Death Mask before they got to us, but I knew they were large, and Rorrick was formidable. I was strong, but my experience with powerful demons, especially undead ones, was nonexistent. Except for the fact that our house was secret, we were vulnerable.

Daria sat up and reached out, rubbing at the space between my brows. “Stop frowning. It was just a dream, and we will get through this.”

I heard her words and knew she hoped for it, but I could feel her worry through our bond. It made me sick, and my stomach cramped. Sweat beaded down my back, and it wasn’t from the blankets, which I had kicked off me.

“If I went back to the life, would you hate me?” I asked.

She lifted her shoulders. “Why would you do that?”

“It might be the only way I can protect you.”

“I don’t think it would be good for you, Marcus. You fought so hard to get out. Don’t let this change you.” She tapped my chest. “Like I said, we will get through this. I believe your brother will come through, and so will my police friends and the coven. I know I’m only one lone necromancer, but the stakes got a lot higher now that Rorrick is back. The police and the coven will care more now. They’ll work harder. We aren’t alone in this.”

I forced a smile, although I felt nothing close to happiness. I didn’t need my pessimism to leak into her, but she was being more hopeful than she should. Death Mask and Rorrick were common enemies to us, the police, and the coven. However, that didn’t translate to them working hard enough to save Daria or even do anything in that direction. If anything, she was more a threat to them now. I would not say that part aloud, and I would shield it in my mind so that she would not catch it.

Daria was more powerful than I took time to think about. She’d raised a long-dead being who had been torn apart, and she restored him to new. That kind of power would be of concern to others. They would not want another dead evil being to be resurrected. I would not put it past the coven to contain her or, worse, to eliminate that possibility. No, I would not put my faith in the police or the coven. I had to figure this out on my own.

I kept my thoughts to myself and watched quietly as Daria rose to get ready for the day. My hands ached to reach for her and pull her back to the bed with me. Keep her under me or on me. I wanted a break from thinking about our dark situation. I only wanted to lock her away in the room with me and pretend that this was just a secret time for us. My head was clouded with frustrated worry, and it was penetrating into every part of me.

I finally made it out of bed. Daria and the others were in the kitchen. Sam and Angelica were flirting as she watched him make breakfast. I still found it weird that we could see and hear her now. She seemed almost real.

Daria, sipping what I guessed was a cup of coffee, caught my eyes, her own wide as she looked back and forth between them and me above her mug. They’re flirting all the time. Is it weird? I mean, he knows she’s a spirit, right? She thought telepathically to me.

I lifted a brow, looking back at them. Yeah. I think they’re just passing time.

Well, as long as he doesn’t get attached. She has to ascend at some point, and I don’t want to set him up for heartbreak. On the flip side, I don’t want yet another reason to hold her back from moving on. I don’t want to tell her, but it’s really not good she keeps missing her chances to leave this plane.

I frowned, having never considered that. There was a lot I didn’t know about ghosts or any of what Daria did. I still didn’t understand how her power gave her the ability to pull beings from the heavens or underworld and put them back into their bodies to answer questions, let alone give one life again. She could get life on this plane, but could she send it back? If she could, she wasn’t doing so with Angelica, but I’d love if she sent Rorrick back.

Sam turned to me. “Hey, man. I’m making steak and eggs for breakfast. Want any?”

I grumbled. “You’re wasting steak on breakfast?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Does it matter? We gotta eat. Were you saving it for a special occasion?”

My unjustified annoyance grew. I wanted out of this house, out of this situation, and back to my old life tattooing people without drama. “No, it’s stupid to use it for breakfast instead of dinner.”

Sam turned the stove off and then looked back at me. “Are we about to argue about meat?”

I waved a dismissive hand at him. “I don’t give a fuck, do what you do.”

Angelica gasped, touching her chest. “Language, young man.”

Sam threw his hands out to the side, his face a ball of confusion. “You wake up to a beautiful woman every morning. Why are you in such a pissy mood?”

The pair looked to Daria as if she were to blame. She scrunched her face and put her coffee down. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t do anything.”

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, feeling like an absolute asshole but also aggravated beyond my control. “Sorry, I have a lot of stress going on. This isn’t a vacation. We need a plan, and I’m the only one who seems to know that or is trying to resolve this trash situation my brother put us in.”

“Hey, I said I was sorry,” Sam replied, his eyes having the decency to look repentant.

“Well, that means shit. If we don’t devise a way out of this, we could get killed, and they could take Daria. We don’t have time to fucking flirt and lounge around and hope it’ll all work itself out. I know you’re used to that, but it’s only been easy for you all your life because of the hard work the rest of us had to do. Enjoy your damn breakfast!” I shouted and then turned to storm up the stairs, a wind of rage swirling within me.

“What the fuck was that?” I could hear Angelica say as I walked up the stairs.

Sam only snorted, but I didn’t hear a response. Of course, he wouldn’t take this seriously. We were in deep, and he would let it ride out. I walked back into my room and flopped back on the bed, staring angrily up at the ceiling.

Unsurprisingly, Daria soon appeared at the doorway, looking hesitant to step forward. Wonderful, I scared my mate. “Hey, friend,” she began. “Feeling, okay?”

I shook my head. “No, I am not feeling okay.”

She pouted. “Anything I can do? Besides coming up with an awesome plan to save our lives.”

“Nope, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it all. As I usually do.”

“Eww, well I feel like you’re kind of being a jerk. You were really mean to your brother back there.”

“It’s sibling stuff, don’t get into it, Daria.”

Daria clapped her hands together. “Cool, cool, cool. Well, I’m going to leave you alone because you’re being a butthole, and I don’t like your energy. It’s bringing me down, man. And also, you aren’t the only one who can come up with ideas. We aren’t a bunch of idiots waiting for you to save the day. So, screw you.”

Fuck, I had pissed her off. And although it was a little cute, it wasn’t what I wanted. It was the opposite. I jumped off the bed and raced to her, wrapping my arms around her tightly, her back to my chest. She felt good in my arms but, my body only responded more instead of calming me. I wanted her. Needed her. I inhaled that delicious scent of hers and instantly felt myself stiffen. “Don’t leave.”

She harrumphed and wiggled in my embrace. “Let me go. I don’t like when you’re like this.”

I lowered my head to my bite on her shoulder. “I don’t think I can let you go right now, little flower,” I whispered before licking across her claiming mark.

She sucked in a breath and shivered, despite her protest. “What’s going on with you, and why is your scent so strong?” She stiffened. “Oh crap.”

I lifted a hand to massage her covered breast, and she leaned her head against me, breathing heavily as I continued to manipulate her sensitive mark with my mouth. She was perfuming like crazy now, and my mind began to cloud. I wasn’t thinking anymore. Couldn’t. I needed to be in her. Breed her. Fuck her until she broke apart in my arms.

At this stage, I wasn’t an idiot, I knew what was happening to me. But of all the times to happen, this was the worst. I would just need a day of rest. I wasn’t going to get anything accomplished like this and was in fact likely to make the worst decisions.

“I really am mad at you,” she said breathlessly, although she was making no moves to get away from me.

My other hand lowered to her covered pussy, already wet with desire under her leggings. I tapped her thigh, and she didn’t question what I wanted. She spread her legs for me like the good omega I knew that she was. “Oh, yeah?” I began to rub her, putting slight pressure on her sensitive bud. “Want me to make it up to you?”

She shook, moving with my hand. “You know the door is wide open for the others to see?”

I rubbed her faster, squeezing her nipple. “I don’t think I care.”

She whined, and I could barely see straight, my dick was practically throbbing under my jeans. It was painful. I needed to take her soon.

“Marcus, you wouldn’t by chance, oh God, be in… your rut?”

“Sorry, little flower, it snuck up on me.”

“I don’t think you’re sorry at aaaaaalllllll,” she cried, coming undone in my hands.

Her legs buckled, and I held her steady in my arms, not giving her time to compose herself. I couldn’t be patient any longer. I picked her up and walked us to the bed. Putting her down on her feet, I bent her forward so that she balanced on her hands. I then pulled her leggings down along with her underwear. She stepped out of them, and I picked her up and put her on the bed. She grabbed some pillows to put under her to adjust for the height difference. This omega was absolute perfection.

Her ass was large, round and magnificent. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned down and gently bit her on the rear. She yelped and looked back at me with playful annoyance. I shrugged as I pulled my own pants down.

“Did you close the door?” she asked.

At least I think she did. Everything in me was shut down beyond the need to be inside her. Fill her with my seed. I could see she was dripping slick down her thighs. So ready for me. I grabbed onto my dick and slid it over her folds. She released a moan as I wasted no time, driving into her with ease.

She tightened around me, and I tossed my head back, losing myself in the feel of her and the primal movement. My nerves felt electrified as my climax drew disappointingly close. I smacked her ass, and she screamed before I rubbed the smooth skin. I wanted to worship her ass; it was mesmerizing as I watched my dick disappear between her cheeks and reappear. I slammed into her again, the sound of my balls slapping against her filling the room and only serving to push me further into a frenzy for her.

I heard what sounded like my brother curse from somewhere seemingly far away before the bedroom door slammed behind me.

“Marcus, did your brother see us?” Daria cried as she pushed back against me to meet my thrusts.

I leaned forward, hunching over her curvy frame. “He just saw my ass, baby. I’m close now.”

“Marcus!”

“What is it, baby?”

She reached back to try to touch me, brushing her fingers over my thigh. “Stay just like that but faster.”

“Say less.”

I pounded into her again and again, focusing only on my movements and the need for release until she screamed my name. I soon followed, my body jerking as I spilled rope after rope of my seed inside of her. I couldn’t stop as the body-spasming orgasm rocked through me, unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Daria continued to come as well, her thighs and legs shaking under me until she collapsed flat on the bed. I tried my best not to fall on top of her. I eased us to our sides, my dick still hard inside her. I rocked slowly again, moving my hands beneath her shirt and under her bra to squeeze her breasts. It didn’t take long until I was coming again, filling her.

I could feel my cum already leaking out of her onto me. It needed to stay in, but I didn’t want to knot her. Not just yet. I wanted?no?needed to fuck her more. I pulled out of her and then flipped her on her back.

She looked at me with wild eyes, her chest heaving. “Do you need a break?”

I didn’t answer her. Instead, thrusting my hand between her thighs and shoving the cum leaking from her pussy back inside. She sucked in a breath, trying to close her legs, but I squeezed her thigh, immobilizing her. “Stay,” I barked with a single-minded focus.

She paused, cutting her eyes at me. “You sure are demanding in your rut.”

I glanced at her face with blurred, lust-filled eyes. “Take your top off or I will rip it.”

She sat up quickly, pulled her shirt over her head, and took off her bra. “I feel like I should be scared.”

I lowered my head to her right breast and began to suck on the hardened nipple. She writhed under me. “I did want to eat breakfast.”

I popped her nipple out of my mouth. “If you make a move to leave, I will fuck you in the kitchen. You are mine, and right now, I’m not letting you go anywhere.” I moved to lay back, propping myself on my elbows and grabbing my dick at the base. “Now, if you want something in your mouth. I have something for you. Come here.”

She giggled. “I feel like I read that line in one of my books.” She gazed down at my member, and I began to stroke it roughly, wanting her mouth instead of my hand. She licked her lips slowly as she watched.

“Come now, omega,” I said again, forcing down the urge to use my alpha voice.

She finally moved back on her knees and between my legs. She ran her hands up and down my shaft, still lubricated by my cum and her slick. I tightened my lips as I held back my growing need for another release. Somehow sensing my urgency, she covered my large tip with her mouth and then began to suck, taking more of me in her mouth little by little.

The swirl of her tongue along the underside and the tip bunched my nerves. I would explode any moment. “Fuck, Daria.”

I grabbed a handful of her curls, fisting them in my hand. In response, she squeezed my balls as she continued to suck, and I jerked up, pushing more of myself into her mouth. She paused with a gag, spit falling from the corners of her mouth. “Relax your throat, baby.”

She murmured something in response, but I couldn’t understand with me in her mouth. Instead, the vibration of her sound sent additional sensation over my dick, and I began thrusting my hips rapidly to meet her sucking. She moved her other hand to squeeze the base, and I wouldn’t be long now. I wanted to come, but not in her mouth. I pulled her mouth off me, gently pulling her hair. She looked at me with confused eyes.

“Sit on me, baby. I want to come inside you.”

With no commentary this time, she climbed on top of me. I grabbed her hips and shoved her onto me. Groaning at the connection, I pumped up my hips, squeezing my fingers into her soft flesh as I watched her large breasts bounce. I increased my movement until another wave of ecstasy passed over me, momentarily blinding me. I pushed through, shoving my knot into her. Fuck, it felt so good to be in her. So tight, warm, wet. My body trembled, joints locking as I felt nothing else but pleasure.

Daria whined as she leaned forward onto my chest, continuing to grind on top of me until she too reached another orgasm. She was a vision above me. An angel I would keep all to myself.

I sighed, rubbing my hands up and down her back slowly. She smiled down at me, still sitting upright to see me. “Need a break now?”

I chuckled, still very much hard inside of her. “I’m sorry to say this, little flower, but I can probably go a lot longer. All day.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh well, I’m going to need to fortify.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I would get her food and water, fuck her until she went cross-eyed and passed out. Then tomorrow, I’d find a way to save her. Save us all.