Chapter 10
Gage
Well, this is quite the development. I can’t tell if Em and Auryn were going to attack each other earlier or fuck right in front of me, but despite the suppressant, she's still experiencing some seemingly heat-related conflicts. Her scent screams “fuck me,”
but her lips snap “fuck you.”
Quite the development indeed.
Unfortunately for Auryn, I'm not as hot-headed as Em. I have an abundance of patience, and with the call I made to Sneed Orion, I have at least a week's time to pass.
I wish I could have bought more time, but it'll have to do. So I sit, and I wait.
At first, Auryn is defiant. Obstinate. Bitchy. It's unusual for an omega, but considering what we suspect about her background, not entirely unexpected. If Sneed and his pack harmed her, it makes sense that she'll be resistant to obeying an alpha.
The only alpha here that she seems to even come close to tolerating is Diego. I don’t know if it's his Latino charm or something else, but he's the only one of us besides Olly that she hasn't tried to kick out of her room.
As the time passes, Auryn starts to fidget. She shifts her weight, sniffles, does her damnedest to avoid eye contact. I stay put in the doorway, unmoving, keeping my direct gaze on the frame in front of me. Sure, I can observe Auryn out of my periphery, but to her it’s gotta look like I’m ignoring her.
After about forty-five minutes, she scoots forward a few inches on the mattress. I pretend not to notice, and soon she scoots some more. It’s hard as hell to keep my expression neutral, because right now she’s like a curious little puppy.
That curiosity is going to work to my benefit. She might not even realize it, but she’s shown more interest in us than she wants to let on. Her questions about my leadership status told me that she’s inquisitive, and her actions now confirm that.
One hour into my shift, and she’s crouched at the foot of the bed, leaning slightly forward, sniffing the air.
Good girl, I think to myself as she sets one foot cautiously on the floor. Come to Gage.
“What are you doing?”
she asks, breaking her stubborn silence.
“Sitting.”
The other foot touches down. “Aren’t you bored sitting there?”
“Nope.”
Auryn wrinkles her nose and scowls. “You’re lying. Sitting is boring. You can’t be entertained just sitting.”
She has no idea …
“I’m not here to be entertained. I’m here to watch you.”
“But you’re not watching me. You’re watching the wall.”
She stands up and takes a tiny step forward.
I pretend not to notice.
“Maybe the wall’s more fun to watch. The wall doesn’t bitch. The wall just … is.”
She freezes. Clenches her hands into fists at her sides. Trembles slightly. Turns an adorable shade of beet red.
“I’m not your bitch.”
“Hm? Oh, I didn’t say you were my bitch. Just a bitch.”
I fight the urge to smirk as she starts to growl. “There’s a big difference, you know.”
“Well, if I’m a bitch, then you’re an ass.”
She crosses her arms over her chest as if daring me to be angry with her. To react to her little insult. What she doesn’t know about me is that I honestly don’t care if someone calls me names. She could’ve done worse than “ass,”
and I still wouldn’t move a muscle.
“How’s your stupid cock?”
she snaps, taking a couple more steps. “Bet it hurt when I nailed you. Fucking alpha can’t even protect his own parts.”
She’s almost where I want her. Just a little more.
“It’s fine now. Thank you for asking.”
That gets the reaction I’ve been waiting for. She storms forward and rears back with one hand, palm flat and ready to smack the shit out of me.
Unfortunately for her, I’m prepared. I catch her wrist mid-strike, surging up from my position on the floor and twisting, kicking the door shut with one foot while the other pivots, spinning us both around until I’ve got her pressed against the very wall I’ve been staring at. Auryn screeches in shock and tries to wriggle free, but it’s no use. She’s pinned.
Now comes the hard part–literally and metaphorically. I can’t fight my body’s instinctual reaction to her proximity when she’s squirming against me, and from the smell of things, she can’t fight her instincts, either. Even as furious as she is, she exudes intoxicating pheromones with every movement. My dick is harder than it’s ever been in no time flat, and I suspect I’ll be calling Olly for another dose of suppressant when she’s done with her little spat.
First, though … taming the shrew.
Remembering my hasty actions in the cave, I take Olly’s advice and start with purring. My chest rumbles against her, and she relaxes, if only a fraction. It’s not enough to get her to stop fighting me, but now she’s fighting herself, too, so that puts me at an advantage.
Bending to bridge the height gap, I lean close and nuzzle my nose against her slender neck. Auryn whines and releases more of that intoxicating perfume.
“Mm … Lemongrass and sunshine. Do you have any idea how amazing you smell?”
Even as she presses her back into me, she continues to mouth off.
“I hope you choke on it.”
My free hand glides over her hip … up her waist … to her shoulder. “Like you tried to choke Emmett?”
Her body trembles. “Yes.”
It comes out as a breathless whisper, like she’s trying to convince herself as much as me. She reaches back with the hand that’s not trapped in my grip, and my purring intensifies as Auryn starts stroking my hip. With the hold I have on her, she can’t reach much else–can’t reach her goal–and she whines again.
I brush her long, dark hair off her neck and let my lips hover over the delicate skin. “I could ease this ache of yours, Auryn. Take away your pain.”
She moans. Whines. Growls.
“Do you want this, Auryn?”
Her body screams “yes!”
She’s got every available inch of herself pressed into me. She’s perfuming. The aroma of her ready pussy tickles my nostrils. But she has to agree. As much as I want her, that consent matters.
Seconds tick by. Auryn’s whining is filled with need. Her ass grinds against me. All it would take is one word, one clear affirmation.
“No.”
I release her and step back, mashing the keypad to let myself out of the cell. The door hisses open, and I slip out before Auryn even has the chance to realize I’ve let her go. I relock the door and pick up the intercom handset to call Olly.
“Olivander, we need you down here. Bring another dose.”
He barely has time to stammer out a confirmation before I slam down the receiver and stalk off. Auryn’s a smart girl, but she’s not going to figure out how to escape in the few minutes it’ll take Olly to bring her medicine. I need to cool off more than I need to monitor her at the moment.
My feet carry me straight to Diego’s room. The tension I’ve built up with Auryn has to go somewhere, and right now, Diego’s it. I slip into his room and gently shut the door behind me. Giving my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, I realize he’s still sleeping off his last shift with Auryn. He lies sprawled on his back in the bed, his breathing deep and even.
The closer I inch to his bed, shedding clothing as I go, the more I can see that Diego’s dreams are carrying him to the same place I’m headed. He palms his cock in his sleep, slowly stroking his hard shaft. If I was a betting man, I’d wager he’s dreaming of Auryn.
I lick my lips and ease my weight onto the mattress. Diego moans in his sleep, but he doesn’t wake.
As an omegaless pack, we’re all accustomed to tending to our primal desires without a female being involved. That’s especially true for Diego and me. We’ve formed a bond that extends beyond camaraderie, beyond the brotherhood that comes with working closely together. This isn’t the first time I’ve crawled into his bed in the middle of the night, not the first time I’ve come to him to fulfill a biological imperative.
I don’t even need to look as I reach into his nightstand for some lube. Diego always keeps it in the exact same spot.
Once I’ve lubed my cock, I gently spread his legs and tilt his hips up. He moans again and pumps his dick faster. Inch by inch, I ease myself into his tight ass. I bury myself in Diego, reveling in the feel of him clenching reflexively around me.
Then I give in to my desires, and I start to rut.
Diego wakes up slowly, dark lashes fluttering as he comes into awareness. Without a single spoken word, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me down for a kiss. Our tongues tangle as I pound him relentlessly. We grunt and groan in sync, hips slamming into each other.
I could rut Diego forever. He’s warm and tight and inviting, but I came here on a mission: Relief. Chasing my orgasm, that sweet release, is more important at the moment than any pretense of romance.
With one final frantic thrust, I empty my balls into Diego. He comes at the same time, and we both wind up with a sticky mess on our chest.
“Boss, is something–”
“Not right now,”
I say, cutting off his question. “I need to think.”
After I slide out of him and we both clean up, I redress and slink back to my own quarters, thoughts of Auryn on my mind.
She said “no.”
An omega in the throes of heat, whose body was giving off every signal possible that she wanted it. Wanted me. And she said “no.”
Something fishy’s going on. The duality of her actions suggests some kind of deep-set trauma, something so heinous that she’d rather suffer through her heat alone than give in to her needs and desires.
One week. I bought us one week to help Auryn and find out what’s going on with the Orions, but will that week be enough?