11. I fell in love with princess peach
CHAPTER 11
I FELL IN LOVE WITH PRINCESS PEACH
Sadie
“ W e’re going to take you out tonight.” Paxton states after I have showered.
I can feel him watching me in the mirror as I rub my hair with the towel. My patience for my hair is a zero and my goal is to get it dry enough to throw it up in a messy bun.
His eyes trace over my body in the black leggings and the loose v neck black t-shirt that I am wearing. There is nothing sexy about what I’m in but I would never guess that with how he is eating me up with his eyes.
The way his scent blooms confirms his thoughts. It goes from that calm tea scent to a deeper, spicier hint of velvet and a chai.
I could drown in that all day.
“Okay.”
I wasn’t going to argue, mainly because I was so freaked out about having agreed to date an alpha pack of four men that I didn't really know, for a month. “Cameron is taking me to the gym now.” I move to throw my hair up in a messy bun and he makes a tsking sound, stepping forward, crowding me in the bathroom space with his large body.
Paxton is built like a linebacker. Thick muscles and a tall frame that has him as the tallest out of the men in the pack .
“You need your hair tight and out of your face. A bun is just going to flop and get in your way.” He turns me so I am looking at him in the mirror, our eyes meeting as I swallow hard, “Can I?” He motions towards my hair and I nod, unsure what he is going to do.
I have bad memories of my mother brushing my hair. Complaining it was too thick, the brush coming down hard as she pulled my hair too tight, ripping out knots in my hair as tears slid to burn the corner of my eyes.
From the way that I tense up under his hands it is clear that I’m not comfortable.
His fingers are gentle. Paxton is moving my hair carefully as he toys with it. Being gentle as he explores the strands with his big paws. Carefully he parts my hair, watching the way I react with soft glances in the mirror. Checking in with me without saying anything.
The alphas gentle touch soothes me and his gentleness eases me.
It feels nice having him take care of me like this. It is unexpected that he can French braid hair. But as he moves from one side and then moves over to the other, making the braids tight, that he is a pro. I’m less afraid of him with my hair now because he is never pulling or moving too quickly to make me nervous. Paxton is gentle with me, taking care of me in a way that I had never been taken care of before.
Daddy vibes for sure.
“I had a lot of cousins around when I was growing up. It was all hands on deck in the morning.” He gives a gentle tug on a braid as I look in the mirror at the hairstyle.
I love it.
It makes me feel like I’m being a proper boxer headed off to the gym. Maybe I also kind of like that Paxton took the time to do it for me. It makes me feel special.
“Cameron said I get to punch him in the face. Any tips?” My head turns, looking up at Paxton who is smirking at me, “Or are you going to come with us and show me how to do it?” It catches him off guard, the invitation not being something that he expected.
At this point, Anthony already said he was coming and Jace said he needed to work out anyway. Paxton was the only one grumbling about how he couldn’t take the afternoon off work .
I don’t like how he seems to always be the only one that is on the outs with what the guys are doing. He has no problem with one on one time like we’re doing now but I want to see him with everyone. And not just at dinner, where he will need to be on his best behavior.
Dating a pack will be dating all four of them separately but I need real pack time together too to understand the dynamics of them and how they operate.
“Do you want me to come, princess?” I nod my head at him, “Let me get changed. And then we can head out.” His hand captures the back of my neck, wrapping around as I look up and his lips come down to kiss my forehead.
I would like all the forehead kisses, please.
Instead, I watch him head out to change and head down the stairs where the three other guys are waiting for me. Grabbing the white sneakers that match the ones Ant is wearing, I drop on the couch tying them.
“Look at your cute little braids, little bro.” Ant tugs at them, making me slap at his hand, a scowl on my face as he smiles at me like I wasn’t trying to hit him. I don’t want him ruining my special hair Pax did, “Aren’t you cute when you’re feisty, little baby.”
“Do you have matching shoes?” Cameron is looking at our feet as Anthony throws his arm over my shoulder looking like he is pleased as can be over us having the same shoes on.
It’s easy to see who these men are from just a few days around them. I can read the way that Paxton feels the need to protect everyone, which is why he was nervous about being around me and getting us all involved.
Jace is the peacemaker, softer and trying to make sure everyone's okay. He is the one who has been taking care of everyone and keeping the pack strong with the way he loves everyone.
Anthony is the one who is possessive, used to getting what he wants and liking to show it off. I worry about how he is going to react to sharing me but so far he seems to like having me around his pack brothers.
And then there is Cameron, who I know the best from days of texting. The one who I know needs to be reassured because he wants me but he doesn’t feel like he is enough.
Cameron and I are a lot alike and that scares me that we share so many traits that I’ve been trying to keep hidden for so long. It’s hard to hide things from someone who is also going through the same things.
Pushing off the couch, I walk over to where he is on the stool, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pushing up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
His hands slide under my ass, lifting me so I’m settled on his lap, holding me against him as I melt into him. It’s nice having alphas who can pick me up and don’t make me feel self conscious about my looks.
Being midsized I’ve always felt like I’m too much of a person and I’m uncomfortable with that. Having an alpha settle me on his lap, his cock hard under me as his mouth takes mine really eases those fears.
Cameron is the easiest to be with.
I’m not scared of him and I feel safe with him. It’s not favoritism; it’s just that he texted me and got to know me first in a way that made me trust him and feel okay.
Though Anthony is also easy to be with and I do like how he is playful with me. Maybe because they’re the two younger pack mates and I feel less intimidated by them.
Shifting my hips, my lips fall open as I feel his cock, hard and thickening underneath me as I squirm on his lap.
More, please.
I want it inside of me. Something that becomes clear to all of them as a burst of perfume fills the room. My slick is testing the strength of my clothes.
“You feel that Sadie love?” His question tickles my lips as he kisses me leisurely between his words.
“Yeah,” My head tilts back as his lips trail down my throat, “Cam, frick.” His teeth bite down, lips sucking around the skin, kissing it and nipping right below it in a repeat of motion as I rock on his lap.
I know I’m perfuming and that the other guys can smell me, the arousal floating through the air.
He’s marking me and I should be mad about it. Instead, I’m like a bitch in heat, grinding against him, wanting more. I want him to really bite me.
Make me his.
My slick brain is in charge now. All rational thought out the window as I whimper for him.
More. More. More .
I’m so close to coming just from rocking on him.
“So pretty with my mark on you.” His thumb strokes over the love bites as I look at him. My legs feel like jelly as my hand slips into his hair, wanting him to kiss me some more.
Never mind going to the gym. Days off are for Netflix and chilling. Heavy emphasis on the chilling.
“Ready to go?” Of course Paxton breaks up all the fun, earning a pout that Cameron promptly kisses before sliding me down to my own two feet.
I can’t believe they can hold me with how they were about to be shaking from an orgasm.
A banana is thrust in front of me from Jace who winks at me as I pout some more but take the offered fruit. But I’m not stupid and I eat the banana as the guys grab water and pre-workout, using shaker bottles as I think about all the mean comments that I want to make.
I keep my narrative to myself because I feel like I may puke during this workout and don’t want any other reason for them to push me harder. Including the comment I want to make about if they jerk off the same way they shake pre-workout. Which explains their forearms.
But I’m going to be good.
So good.
Best behaved omega out there.
I don’t hate working out. I just get anxious about going to new places and doing new things.
Which is why I’m on a benzo SSRI cocktail.
It’s a new development, which is why my stomach gurgles and my eyes are closed at the wave of nausea and dizziness crash over me like tsunami waves.
Who ever thought that taking care of your mental health involved so many side effects ?
Not me.
When my therapist first talked to me about meds, years ago after the initial trauma dumping that I had done with her, I had declined and we just did the work through it.
But then things got bad again.
Really bad.
The morbs took over and simple tasks seemed impossible. Brushing my hair was a luxury. Getting out of bed was a Herculean task. My bad sleep worsened so I was up for days, catching cat naps whenever I could.
Finally, Lola said to just meet with Ollie to talk about meds.
And here I was, a few days in wondering if I was going to puke in a car with four alphas who all wanted to rearrange my guts and knot me for days.
Maybe this was a manic episode.
“You’re quiet,” Jace commented. Blinking, I look at him like I was waking up and his frown deepens, “You okay, Sadie girl?”
Did I disassociate?
I turn, my eyes looking for Cameron, who is staring at me in the quiet truck like he knows what I’m going through right now. My eyes flick back to Jace and I just nod my head.
Embarrassment floods me. How long had I been dissociating? Freaking out over my side effects?
A hand slid over the back of my neck, a thumb rubbing the spot behind my ear as I gulped in a breath, leaning back into the soft touch of the hand.
It’s grounding to be caressed like this.
“You just thinking about punching me in the face?” Cameron is teasing me to break the shift in mood. The tension breaks as I chuckle, shifting in my seat to look at him.
He is leaning forward and I steal a kiss, just a soft peck like a thank you for grounding me. His smile at the reward makes me want to give him more.
Pushing my neck back, Cameron kisses the top of my head. His hand squeezes my neck before he continues rubbing gently as he sits back.
I’m safe.
I’m here.
I’m fine.
Right?
At the gym Paxton is wrapping my hands in white tape in his office, sitting me on his desk while all the boys head to the locker room. I’m not allowed in there because it’s a sausage fest. Apparently, not a lot of omegas come here, which already has Paxton on edge.
The boys are also supposed to round up some of these people and get them the heck out. Paxton had made an announcement when we got in but he wanted to make sure people actually listened.
I shift on the desk and his eyes lift from where they’re wrapping my hands to meet mine.
“We can go home.” He calls his house home so easily that I cringe over it.
There’s nothing I want less than these men to think I’m going to be a live in omega. I agreed to a month and I’m already worried about everything.
I need my space for when I break down. And I know that I will break down eventually. It’s so me to repeat these patterns.
The only way I’d move in is if they made a Bilbo Baggins hobbit hole for me to scurry around in like the second breakfast eating feral middle earth creature I am.
I had never had a real nest but I have a Pinterest board with the dream of my nest.
Dark green velvets, soft faux fur, chiffon curtains, leather chairs for people to sit with thrown blankets to be under. All the different fabrics around so that when certain ones gave me the ick I could change them out easily. Plants and books everywhere. New life and adventures around me make me feel safe. Pretty soft lights to illuminate the area. Like the fairy lights that look like old light bulbs for aesthetic reasons. And glass. I wanted so much glass that could be closed down during times that I needed darkness. I just needed to see the escape routes I had.
A nest seemed too permanent for me and I couldn’t commit to staying somewhere long enough to make one.
Maybe I felt like I didn’t deserve it. Which was why I had a bathtub that I hunkered down in more times that I should have for a heat. In my mind it was easy to wash my scent away.
Plus nests remind me of my mother. The sound of her with my alpha fathers. How she couldn’t have freedom and space. Which makes me just crave it more. To have it for both of us now.
“This was supposed to be my date with Cam so you can always head home.” His eyebrow raises up as he finishes taping my knuckles.
I shouldn’t have said that.
I was the one that had asked him to come with us. Wanted him here with me. But I could see from the way he looks at me that Paxton knew I was stuck in my own head a little
“You think your sass is cute, princess?” He moves his hand gently to fix a braid in my hair, eyes landing on me, “Next time you use that tone with me you’ll be over my lap, ass red, and those pretty pink lips of yours begging daddy to stop. This is the second time I’m warning you about getting a spanking. Third strike you’re out.”
His lips kiss my forehead before helping me stand up on legs I’m not sure work anymore. My heart racing, pussy throbbing, and mind spinning.
What the frick sort of dick magic did this man wield with just his words?
Appearing in the doorway, Anthony grips my waist, spinning me around to add to my Lexapro induced tilt and hurl ride feeling. I groan as I bury my head in his neck and instantly he stops twirling me around like a ride from hell.
He lets me scent him, breathing him in and whimpering a little as I stay clinging to him in his arms as I try not to get sick from the sudden motion.
“You okay, bro? You look a little pale.” I swiftly kick him right in the shin, getting set down as I move over to where Paxton is.
He must see something in my face because he bends down, letting me scent him. The calm scent of his washes over me, letting me breathe easier as he rubs my back.
I hate how I’m already becoming used to their scents and for asking to use them like therapy horses.
I needed to pull back.
“Okay, I’m ready.” I force a smile to my lips, stepping out of the office and looking around the gym.
Cameron is holding a jump rope in his hands.
It all feels a little Rocky to me and I’m worried I’m going to have to jog up a flight of stairs. If I do, I am going to puke. There is no way to dance around that one.
I’ll probably fall down the stairs too. I don’t have a great track record with those.Really mess up the whole fight scene montage.
The guys are all looking at me, trying to get a read on me but they can’t because at the end of the day I am still a stranger to them. But Jace presses a bottle of water in my hands, like that is somehow going to make me feel better.
It’s such a stereotype. The omega forgets to drink her water and her alphas have to remind her to drink.
But also, when was the last time I drank water?
I’m not looking to start a fight with them so I drink it, swallowing a few mouthfuls as they all share a look. I’m fully aware I look sick. But I’m not about to let any of them know why that is.
“Lets stretch and warm you up a bit. Then we can get you in the ring.” Anthony goes to ruffle my hair, which I quickly duck out of, grumbling as I watch Cameron unfold his jump rope, handing me one as he starts to jump.
It’s a boxer's step. A simple bounce.
But Cameron is wearing a black t-shirt with gray sweatpants and as he does his footwork and bounces up and down my eyes are watching his cock move along, up and down, like a pogo stick I would like to be riding.
My head tilts as I blink. He’s not even hard and there is so much movement going on there. What is he working with and would it be impolite to ask to see it right now ?
Without realizing I’m doing it I begin perfuming as I watch Cam’s cock.
“Sadie.” My name comes out as a warning but I can’t take my eyes off Cameron’s cock or stop thinking about getting a peak of it. Just a quick glimpse and I’m sure my curiosity will be sated.
My slick is forming and if I was a normal omega I’d be ruining these pants. But I’m not a normal Omega.
I’m broken.
A jump rope is thrust into my hands, Paxton giving me a look that makes me roll my eyes.
I love jump roping.
It helps with my anxiety, so I mimic Cameron’s little foot bounce, swinging the rope around as I fall into pace with him. Our eyes meet as he gives me an encouraging smile. He doesn’t care that I was just staring at his junk at all.
I think he likes knowing I perfumed because of him
How the mighty have all fallen because as I bounce they’re all staring at the v of my shirt as my tits bounce just enough in the sports bra that they all want to get a look.
The rich alpha pheromones make me light headed and I try to focus on anything else other than riding knots.
Knotheads .
Sweat is curling the edges of my hair around my forehead when Cameron finally stops and we all follow his example. My breathing comes out harsh as I take a swig of water, pressing my legs out as I stretch. Jace falls to sit in front of me, reaching out for me as he pulls me forward, pressing my body into a deeper stretch.
A groan of discomfort escapes my lips.
“Need to get you nice and limber for us, Sadie girl.” I don’t think he is referring to the boxing part of this outing but I don’t actually care.
Moving my body is helping me not feel like I’m going to throw up and I appreciate the small reprieve from the medicines' side effects. Maybe I can actually start to live, laugh, and Lexapro my life.
“C’mon, Sadie love.” Cameron is picking me up as the three other guys all glare .
They’re mad he thought of this but I’m thankful they’re giving a little space so we can have time together.
I think it’s important to get to know everyone one on one first. Cameron and I have the strongest connection just because of the texting we’ve done and I think that’s why he feels safe physically as well.
In the ring he pulls the padded helmet over my head, shoves a new mouth guard in my mouth, and starts to put the gloves on my hands. He works quietly as I look up at him, chewing the plastic in my mouth as I try not to think about how good Cameron smells.
He smells like tobacco, faintly like he smokes and doesn’t want anyone to know. Mixed with his scent of citrus and rosemary that reminds me of a home where someone who loves you cooks. Then there is his sweat which is doing something to my body that makes me want to drop on my hands and knees and present.
I can’t stop myself and push against him, nuzzling my nose in his chest as he freezes for a second, unsure of what I’m doing. Rubbing myself to get my scent mixed with his.
It’s all instinct as I do it.
A laugh outside the ring makes Cameron wrap his arm around him, his other hand pushing my chin up so he can look at me, his eyes watching to check in on me silently before bending and kissing me.
His kisses are like a drug and I’m instantly holding him with my puffy gloves and wanting more. Pushing up on my burning calves as Cameron licks my lips, pulling away and leaving me pouting as I want more from him.
He leans down, running his head over me as scent marks me like I’ve wanted, earning a growl from one of the alphas.
“They’re going to fuck before they fight.” Anthony’s voice makes me smirk as I keep staring at Cameron and he cocks an eyebrow.
“Do you want to fuck me or fight me, Sadie love?” His voice a heady whisper that goes right to my clit.
Cameron’s looking at me so intense that all I want is to be slammed on this ring and have him devour me. My thighs are pushing together, his eyes flickering down, looking at me rubbing them against each other before he looks back into my eyes and smiles.
Cocky alpha.
“Want me to-”
“Are you training someone?” A new voice makes everyone look at a tall man, well built, and looking at everyone as he climbs up to stand beside Paxton like he belongs there.
Paxton looks annoyed by whoever this is but he nods his head at the man, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy as I’m getting wet in a ring.
Cam grips my chin and nods his head as he steps away to go put his own gloves on.
Guess we’re fighting first.
“You gonna fight him, sugar?” This stranger calls at me as I look over my shoulder at him, uncomfortable in someone else's presence. For the first time since we got here I’m not so sure I should be here.
Without thinking I head away from him to where Cameron is. I don’t know why my whole mind is telling me to hide. This feels unsafe for some reason.
“Ray, we’re closed right now. Why don’t I walk you out?” Jace offers, jumping off the ropes and looking at the man. It takes him a second before he realizes that he’s being told to leave and the confusion on his face is replaced by embarrassment as he nods his head, following Jace.
I’m thankful he’s gone. My focus is back on Cameron who is turning towards me like he knows I need to be reengaged.
“Ready, brat?” He smirks as he watches me raise my hands up like I’ve seen in movies before, “Show me what you got.”