Chapter 27
Zayd
This is the first time we have disagreed.
When there is only one alpha and one omega, it is easy to compromise our cultural differences. Two against one proves to put us at odds. We are unable to equitably reconcile our differences.
But Layla was right. We are already outside of what either of our cultures would consider normal. And we had already agreed that we would need to find out what was right for the three of us, and that decision had already set us apart from the Throkyn way.
When we agreed to leave, we agreed to an entirely new way of life. It seems Sutton’s need for relief at the expense of our omega’s pleasure is one of many new paths we will need to navigate.
While I do not care for the neglect Layla has accepted to suffer, I have to admit I am not at all opposed to the scene playing out before me.
My own cock hardens when Sutton flips Layla’s skirt up over her back after he bends her over the bed and slips his cock into her weeping pussy.
Layla’s ass jiggles in the most delicious way with every slap of Sutton’s hips against it. The same as Sutton, I struggle to control myself at the heady mix of their scents.
We are running short on time, and I am not ashamed to let my erection be seen by anyone, but it is impossible for me not to join them.
I push my pants down just far enough to grip my cock and start pumping.
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” Layla says, watching me before her eyes flutter and she cries out.
“Fuck, yeah. We made her come.” When Sutton glances over, triumph in his eyes, and finds me with my cock in my hand while I watch them, he grits out a curse, pulls his cock out of Layla, turns toward me, and finishes in his own hand.
Sutton’s cum coats my length, eases my effort, and I come in just a few strokes.
“Your five minutes are up,” Kydax says, drawing all of our attention.
Only he and Ellie-Mae stand in the doorway.
“They were up a couple of minutes ago, but I begged him not to interrupt,” Ellie-Mae says, her cheeks flushed. The scent of her slick is in the air.
Holy stars… They were watching.
“Go. Now,” Kydax barks but not at us.
I do not know how much they saw, or when Angie left, but the two of them saw enough to know why we cannot stay. An omega should not be aroused by anyone but her own alpha.
Strykr was right. There are too many unknown variables at work here.
Our relationship would be a distraction from the work the Center does to help humans on their path back to civilization.
Coming to terms with co-existing with an alien race that wants to mate with a select few of their females is enough for now.
Sutton’s designation, alpha or otherwise, is exceedingly rare.
It will be best to let them find out that some of their males may also be suitable mates for the right alpha and omega pair when the world is in a less volatile state.
“Did I do something wrong?” Ellie-Mae asks, looking up at Kydax with wide eyes.
“Of course not, Kitten. Please, return to our domicile. I will explain later.” Kydax leans down and places a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Ellie-Mae smiles and waves one final goodbye.
“Finish cleaning yourselves up. We cannot keep Strykr waiting,” Kydax says coldly before turning to give us privacy.
When we finish putting ourselves back together, we join Kydax on what starts as a silent walk toward the shuttle bay.
“You never did care for the Accord, Zayd,” Kydax says to break the silence. “But this is not how I imagined you would break it.”
“I never intended to break it. I never expected any of this to happen.” I had always hated that the Accord required us to forego our instinct to hunt for our omegas.
There were times I considered joining the rogue alphas like the one who attacked Sutton and Layla.
It was always the love for my pack that kept me here.
“I know this does not make sense to you,” I tell Kydax, “but I am sure this is the right course for my life. No matter where I go, you will always be my brother, Kydax. I will remember you.” I show him the new bead thread in my ky’ute.
“And I you,” Kydax says and shows me a new bead he has added to his.
I knew it would be difficult to say goodbye, but saying goodbye to my best friend will be a scar on my heart and haunt me for the rest of my life.