Chapter 61
Chapter Sixty-One
Todd
Go go go!
I hate that I can’t talk to Mal right now, but Shawn’s right. I can’t risk tipping our hand. Keeping Mal mentally off-balance will help boost his anxiety, which will help feed into the effects of the concoction Shawn’s working on. We want him to panic-run.
We need him to if we’re going to trigger Jax, which is the fastest way to keep Mal thinking yes, this is absolutely “real,” with very real stakes.
The truth is, the safety team, with Davis in charge, will be ready to drop Jax without hesitation if it looks like he’s too far out of control. Timing will be key. As long as I can get my dick in Mal and start fucking him, then Jax can happily plow my ass if he wants to, I don’t care.
I mean, that could be a lot of fun. It always has been in the past. Won’t hear any complaints from me about it. Win-win, as far as I’m concerned.
I’ve never had to challenge Jax for anything more important than a winning poker hand. Never wanted to, either. Which is why Shawn and I will have to put on a big act for Jax to yank him hard into his Alpha headspace and hopefully drop him into a deeply primal, instinctive frame of mind.
And Shawn’s absolutely right that I cannot outrun Jax shifted. Not in a sprint. Mal will not be in any condition to run far or fast, but we need him to run just long enough that he’s terrified of Jax fucking him before me. All of this is so Mal doesn’t drop out of his mating heat.
I’m not an omega and I don’t even pretend to understand how it works. I just know Shawn’s the one with the experience and knowledge, and I’m smart enough to defer to his expertise.
Well, maybe not expertise, since we are drifting into uncharted waters, but he’s the man with what passes for the best plan we have, and I trust him.
Shawn will send Mal out first, once Shawn’s convinced Mal’s pretty much out of his mind with need.
Shawn will follow him, and I’ll be right behind the two of them.
The safety team will be stationed along the marked path, which I set up yesterday and double-checked this morning, and will radio back to the base when I’ve made it a quarter of the way.
Then they’ll turn Jax loose. At that point, hopefully, I’ll be closer to Mal than Jax is to me.
If everything goes to plan, I’ll catch Mal, roll him to get him to shift back, and fuck him.
Shawn will wait for Jax and jump him, if necessary, to hopefully distract him long enough for them to fuck shifted, meaning Jax will knot him, and they’ll be stuck like that for a while.
We’ll play the next part by ear, depending on whether Jax is still in primal Alpha mode.
After the main fucking portion of the festivities ends, and Jax’s brain has returned, we’ll bundle up Mal and Shawn, head back to the fun room, and then focus on getting them through their mating heats. Shawn lined those teams up, and of course I’ll be happy to help them both out.
I hope I have at least a day on the other side of this to keep Mal in bed and pamper and spoil him. Because I will definitely need it, emotionally, to assure myself he’s really okay and hasn’t been hurt mentally or physically by the process.
That, and I really want to nest with my mate.
I’ve already arranged everything with my guys, two of them who are on the safety team for the run and couldn’t work today because they were with me and Davis and Shawn and the rest of the team doing the initial walk-through this morning.
This afternoon, Jax will be summoned once Shawn’s certain Mal is deep under the effects of the concoction and is in a mating heat. Obviously, Jax will know something’s up, but he won’t be expecting what we have ready for him.
Shawn drove Jax’s truck today. It’s parked out of sight on the other end of the house, for now, because we didn’t want Mal seeing it.
Once Shawn gives the signal this is going down, Davis will drive it out to the clearing, dropping members of the safety team into position before staging the truck out of sight of the clearing, but so we have easy access to it at the end.
One of the other safety team members will grab everyone’s clothes and run them down to the clearing with my ATV, taking the back way.
Not that Mal and Shawn will likely need them for a couple of days, but I think Jax and I will prefer to have them.
At least until the extra people depart and the post-hunt mating heat fun begins for the two omegas.
I’m really rooting for Shawn to catch this time, even though he doesn’t think it’ll happen.
I’m literally pacing the house with my cell in my hand, waiting for Shawn to text me if the concoction works on Mal. I promised him I wouldn’t come down there until he texts me, and that was the most difficult damned promise I’ve ever made.
I want to be there for Mal.
It’s killing me I have to hang back for this part of the process. But Shawn’s right that we can’t screw this up because it’s Mal’s life on the line.
It’s been over an hour since Shawn locked the door, and it’s still stupid that I jump and nearly drop my phone when Shawn texts me. I spend a ridiculous amount of time juggling the damned thing and trying not to drop it before I can finally get my damned hands wrapped around it.
We’re a go.
I probably run that path the fastest I ever have. My hands tremble as I punch in the door code and let myself in.
Mal’s securely strapped onto the frame but he still tries to jerk his head to look, his nose working, his eyes wide and glazed, pupils dilated.
And holy shit does the room already smell like sex.
My cock painfully hardens in my jeans. Shawn’s standing next to the frame, naked, and when I take a step toward them he points at the door and makes a motion for me to lock it behind me, so I do.
I hear Mal’s plaintive whines and the noises from the frame as he jerks against his restraints. I start to reach for my shirt, and Shawn holds up a finger, shaking his head at me.
I stand there, sucking in deep breaths because I can’t help it—Mal’s scent is thick in the room, and I hate that part of me wants to shove Shawn away from him because he’s standing right there next to him.
Where the fuck did that come from?
Shawn squats in front of Mal, looking into his eyes, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Pink paint. Cones.”
Mal tries to look at me but Shawn grabs a handful of his hair and gently shakes his head to get his attention. “Say it. Pink paint. Cones.”
“P-pink paint. C-cones.”
Shawn pats him on the cheek but I know he’s speaking to me now.
“Let’s hope that’s really taking. I probably should’ve started him on that sooner, but I was afraid if I tried to make him brain too much too soon that it might derail the effects.
” He looks up at me. “Text Davis and ask him to check the course one last time, please? Make sure he tapes off any side trails that Mal might accidentally turn down in case he misses the paint markings, putting it low to the ground where Mal won’t miss them when shifted.
I’m not certain the instructions have fully computed in his brain. ”
“Okay.” I have trouble texting because my brain is being starved of oxygen by my cock, but I finally get it sent and he texts me a thumbs-up seconds later.
Shawn reaches under Mal and grazes his thumbnails over his nipples. The whining, needy moan rolling from my mate nearly makes me come in my jeans.
“That’s it, pup,” he coos to him. “Go with it.”
Now that I’m looking, I realize Shawn’s already wrapped not only a cock strap, but a couple of jelly cock rings around Mal. His cock is hard, dripping, and it takes even more self-control on my part not to dive under there and start sucking it.
As if reading my mind, Shawn glances over at me. “Yeah, that’s why you’re staying dressed right now. Once Jax is here and strapped down, then you strip as part of the act. I can’t stop you from fucking him; you’re too big for me to overpower.”
“Why can’t I just fuck him now? Won’t it work?”
“In an ideal world, yes,” Shawn says. “But this isn’t an ideal world, and several people said him panicking and getting his adrenaline pumping is extra insurance.
You can come over here as long as you don’t touch his cock.
He’s probably on a hair-trigger already.
That was another repeated suggestion from multiple sources—we don’t let him come until you fuck him. ”
Mal is…well, he’s gone. I’ve seen and helped with my fair share of mating heats over the years, and even a few first heats, but I’ve never seen an omega like this so soon in their cycle. Usually, it builds over several hours, and they don’t lose their minds until after the fucking begins.
Shawn stands and walks around the frame and slowly rakes his fingernails down Mal’s back, down to his ass, where he digs them in and shakes him.
If Mal wasn’t securely strapped down to the frame, he would’ve likely gone through the ceiling.
“Is…is he okay?” I ask.
Shawn smirks. “He will be on the other side of this.” He slaps Mal’s ass, then pulls his ass cheeks apart and presses both thumbs in.
“Oooh yeah, he’s definitely in heat. He’s slick.
Practically dripping. He won’t need a drop of lube by the time you take him.
But you should probably go in the bathroom and load yourself up, because if what I suspect will happen does, Jax won’t care if he’s going in dry when he fucks you after he lets me loose. ”
“Oh, good point.” I walk over to the cabinet. “Why should I go into the bathroom?”
Another of Shawn’s trademark smirks. His thumbs are knuckle-deep in Mal’s ass. “Because again, I don’t know what you’re going to do. While I haven’t started my process yet, I cannot take you in a fair fight. Not to mention you might want clothes on while subduing Jax.”
“Good point.” I head to the bathroom and take care of that, returning a few minutes later. “How long until you get Jax over here?”