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lotus
SOMETHING STRIKES THE little clear square in my cube. I like that square, because I can look out that little clear space and see the outside, see the sky and the grass and the sun and the flowers out there. It’s not as good as being outside myself, but I can see it all the time, whenever I want.
It is a good thing, another good thing about this place, which is better than the cold, square place with the people in white coats.
The thing that hits the clear square is a hand. A big male hand.
I go over to explore, confused, and then—through the glass of the clear square—I scent them.
Ohhh.
My alphas.
More than one.
I have more than just one alpha, which makes me feel happy and grateful and expansive and, um, a little turned on. They smell so good, my alphas. They smell like the sky and the trees and pine cones and chocolate and—
I don’t even remember what chocolate is, but—
I remember suddenly that the little clear square is called a window, and I know how to open it. I straighten up, unlocking the little levers that hold it locked and closed and then I push it up.
Now, it’s just a screen between me and my alphas, and the scent of them is overwhelming.
They are there, three of them, panting and gasping at the sight of me.
One of them tears through the screen and his hand comes through to seize me by the throat.
I perfume, and they all go cross-eyed from the scent of me.
The alpha holding my throat tightens his grip. He pulls me out the window, and my breasts and hips get caught trying to get through, but he just yanks me through, scraping my skin, and his hand at my neck is too tight, but I am still perfuming.
All sorts of things are becoming clear to me. I am remembering all sorts of words. House—it’s a house . This is a yard . Those wheeled machines are cars .
One of my alphas bites the one who is holding me on the back of his neck, letting out a low, low growl.
The other alpha lets go of me and the two alphas begin to circle each other, both growling.
I go up on my hands and knees and present for them, perfuming heavily. I want them. No, no I need them. I need them in a way that is so much it hurts .
The other two alphas circle and growl but the third presses his crotch into my presented ass, digging his fingers into my hips. We are both dressed, so he just dry-humps me through our clothes, but it is good.
I perfume and perfume, purring as he drives himself against me.
Except… shouldn’t he be hard?
“Kill her,” growls one of the circling alphas.
“No!” shrieks the alpha rubbing himself against me. He leaps away and tackles the other alpha. They roll over and over in the grass.
The first alpha comes closer to me. He is on his feet and he reaches down to haul me upright. “Come,” he breathes in my ear.
I go with him happily and eagerly.
striker
SOMETHING ABOUT THE omega’s scent is changing us. I have more words than I had this morning, and so do Knight and Arrow.
Knight wants to hurt her, but I know I can’t. Arrow can’t either. We’ve communicated this, barely, with our limited array of words.
We are inside someone’s garage. The door was unlocked, and there is no car in here, and we are out of sight.
The omega— Lotus, I think reverently—keeps presenting for us and perfuming, and if it were possible, I think we’d be taking her right now, because she’s absolutely luscious and perfect and we know we belong to her, and we know our one true purpose in life is to pleasure her and serve her and ease her desires.
But none of us seem to be able to manage an erection.
Finally, I pull down her pants—she’s just wearing some leggings with an elastic waist—and her panties underneath and bare her to all of us. We take turns finger fucking her while she perfumes and moans and sighs for us.
She’s talking now, but she only ever says one word.
“Please,” says Lotus as I push three thick fingers into her wet, tight cunt. “Please.” I curve my fingers to rub her inside. I use my thumb to make circles around her perfect little slippery clit. “Please, please,” she groans.
Knight grunts, watching my fingers move in an out of her as if he’s never seen anything quite so interesting in his entire life.
I look at Knight’s face and then down at Knight’s crotch. After I bared her, we showed ourselves, but we were all flaccid. Knight tried to touch himself and Arrow made a wounded noise in the back of his throat, because we’ve all been warned never to touch ourselves, that alphas don’t do that.
I know this is the reason I’m supposed to get an erection. To fuck her. It’s what she needs. It’s what she’s begging for. But the only way it’s going to happen, I’m afraid, is if we kill her.
We could do it.
It’d be easy enough. She wouldn’t even fight. One of us could strangle her while someone else continues to sink his fingers into her wet little pussy. I think about that, about the way her body would twitch as she lost oxygen, about whether or not there would be death throes inside her. I feel disgusted, but it makes my soft cock twitch, thinking of killing her.
Arrow climbs over to put his hand into her shirt.
She likes that, sighing, purring, rubbing her face into him.
He settles down, seated cross-legged, peeling up her shirt to bare her little cotton bra she is wearing. He pushes that out of the way and there are her breasts.
We all groan, her included.
Arrow begins to toy with her there, teasing her tiny pink nipples stiff.
I want to have an erection badly. It hurts, actually. My balls hurt and they feel strange and swollen. The base of my shaft feels too tender.
Knight runs his fingers over the curve of her ass and then down her thigh. I find I like watching him touch her.
She sighs at his touch. She likes it too.
He drags his fingers back up and begins to probe the tiny pink pucker of her asshole.
She gasps.
He transfers saliva there, rubbing, pushing, penetrating.
“Please,” says Lotus.
We are all touching her now. Arrow teasing her nipples, me with my fingers inside her, thumbing her clit, and Knight, who has only put the tip of his finger into her ass. She is tiny and tight there and his fingers look enormous against her body.
The omega makes a whining noise and I feel her pussy tense around me.
Then, suddenly, she’s spasming.
Knight feels it too, and Arrow makes a little noise, and I see that her nipples have gotten very hard.
It’s amazing, her sweet, wet passage clenching on my fingers. I love it. I want to make her do it again. I want to make her do it forever.
But.
It’s as if the omega’s orgasm makes me think clearer.
We can’t be here.
I pull my own clothes on and then start covering up Lotus as well.
The other three look at me in confusion.
I gesture with my hands. “Not safe,” I say finally. “Go somewhere else.” This is the most words I’ve said in… ever. I don’t really know where they’ve even come from.
“Nest?” says Lotus hopefully.
My heart squeezes. I don’t know what a nest is, but I want to give it to her. I want to give her anything and everything she craves. I want to make her life nothing but pleasure and ease. I am hers.
Knight reaches up and tugs on his collar.
Oh, right.
We need to get rid of these or they’ll find us.
Arrow gets up and goes over to the other side of the garage. He finds a set of loping shears and snips his collar off. Knight and I follow suit.
We leave the collars in a pile in the garage and we go out the door.
I have no idea where we are going, I have to say.
But I want to make Lotus feel good, and I can’t do it properly in this garage. We need somewhere else.
calix
MAGGIE DOESN’T EVEN know when it happened. She says she didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary. The window screen is broken, so she thinks she should have heard something, but she didn’t, not in wherever she was in the house.
No, she just came up there to bring Lotus her lunch, opened the door, and…
No Lotus.
Maggie calls me at work and tells me this, and I leave right away, citing a family emergency (which is not really a lie) to go there.
But there’s nothing to be done, really.
I keep telling myself that they couldn’t have gotten far, and so I search the whole neighborhood. I don’t find them.
That’s when I remember that Dr. Acker has ways to track the hounds, GPS collars she puts on them. If I want Lotus found, the best thing I can do is to be working with Acker on the search.
Assuming, of course, the hounds don’t kill her.
But they won’t. They can’t. There’s no way any alpha could kill the omega he was scent matched to.
I repeat this over and over to myself as if saying it in my head a bunch of times is going to make it true.
I hope it’s true.
When I get back to Cedar Falls, I say my family emergency was not that important and I ask what we know on the Lotus situation, saying I’d like to be of help in any way I can be of help.
I don’t know what it is I plan to do exactly, but I know I need to be there when they find the hounds, and I need to make sure that Lotus doesn’t come back here. I also need to make sure they don’t kill her. So, it’s a loose plan, lots of moving parts, but at least I have goals.
Except that they don’t go for it.
Maybe it’s because I just left work suddenly—which, I admit, makes me look a little flaky—or maybe it’s because they know I went to Coltrain and they think that means I’m unhealthily attached to Lotus (they don’t even know the half of it) but for whatever reason, they won’t let me go to collect the hounds.
They’ve been stalled out in one spot for some time now, which apparently means they’re probably done doing whatever it is they do. Acker thinks this means the omega is dead. I hope it’s not the case.
I hang around after my shift is over, saying I should make up the hours from before, when I left.
So, I’m there when the van that went to collect the hounds comes back.
The hounds aren’t with them.
Dr. Acker stalks inside, holding the GPS collars, all of them cut, in her hand. She looks furious.
“What happened?” I say to her.
“They ran,” she says, seething. “I thought these alphas, these were well trained, but you can never trust a wild thing, can you? It’s like those people who go out into the wild to live with bears for years and one day end up mauled.”
It, uh, is not like that at all.
It might be more like when people kept large cats in captivity like pets—animals that were never meant to be domesticated, that needed their freedom—and they killed their owners. It might be more like that.
But it wasn’t like that either.
You could not train a human.
Well.
Okay, sadly, the truth was that you could, that humans were imminently trainable, possibly even more trainable than animals.
But you shouldn’t, that’s the thing.
“I’m sorry,” I say to Acker. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Why do you even care about this? You gave your opinion on Lotus, since you worked with her, but that was all we needed from you. You’re off this, okay?”
“Well,” I say with a shrug, “we’ve got three feral alphas and a feral omega loose out there. Seems like you might need all the assistance you could get.”
“I can handle this fine,” she says, glaring at me.
Okay, then.
Guess I’m going to be finding them on my own.