Chapter 17
Savannah
I s this what happiness looks like? I’ve seen it in the movies I’ve watched, but I never thought I’d ever just sit around the house, eating, laughing, and talking with Alphas. Not just any Alphas, but my Alphas. My pack. My scent matches.
Part of me wonders if I’m on some sort of epic acid trip, and if I am, where can I get more drugs so I never come down from it?
We’ve been sitting in the living room, listening to Jake tell stories about some of the kids in his class while I eat.
I’ve never full-belly laughed before. It’s an odd feeling, but not a bad one. My muscles feel tight, and my face hurts.
But what I love the most is the way they look at me every time I smile or laugh.
Athena is awake now, cradled in Caleb’s arms. My attention keeps drifting towards her, unable to keep my eyes away.
She’s so precious and such a good baby. And so tiny. She’s only four months old. I’m still not sure how I’m going to be able to handle being around a baby emotionally. I thought I’d feel more uncomfortable, but maybe it hasn’t kicked in just yet.
I see her, I hear her, but I’m still kind of all up-in-the-air about everything that’s happened in the past twenty-four hours.
“So, about tonight?” Walker asks, catching my attention.
“What about tonight?” I ask, pulling my eyes from the baby to his.
“We would like it if you slept here. With everything being so new and strong, I don’t think any of us want to be away from you right now. I know last night was hell for me.” Walker shifts in his seat. “And I’d like to apologize for that. I didn’t react the way I should have. Not to make any excuses, but I think finding you the way we did was a shock for me.”
“You mean finding me with a dead body?” I ask, grinning.
“Ahhh... yeah, that,” he chuckles.
I shrug. “Not going to lie, it hurt. I felt a little rejected. But hey, I’m broken, what can you do?”
“You're not broken,” Jake insists and damn it, my belly flips.
“Listen, I know what I do isn’t normal. I’m sure it’s seen as disturbing. I take people's lives and I enjoy doing it. But I’d never take the life of someone who doesn’t deserve to lose it. You wanna rape, murder, beat, and torture people? Then I don't believe you deserve to see the light of another day.”
“I agree.” Caleb nods. “And I’m all for what you do. Need a sidekick? I’m there.”
“Thank you.” I grin widely.
“Do I like your job?” Leroy asks rhetorically. “No, I don’t, to be honest. But I’m not going to stop you from doing it. I’m not going to make you feel bad or judge you for it. I just ask that you don’t bring your work home.”
“Of course.” I nod. “I’d never do that. But then that means I have some questions. Like, what if I’m bloody and I need a shower? Do you want me to go to Salvation before coming home?”
“Ahhh...” Leroy stammers, not sure what to say. “Not if it’s out of your way? I don’t really know. It’s an odd question.”
“Not really. I tend to get messy on my jobs. I mean, if you're not having fun while doing it, what's the point, am I right?” I laugh.
“Agreed.” Caleb nods.
“Okay. How about if it’s a little bit of blood, you're fine to come back here. But if you're all Carrie , then maybe shower at Salvation. Might attract less attention?” Walker suggests.
My back stiffens. “Who’s Carrie?” I ask, a little bit of a growl in my voice. “Is she some other bitch you’re hiding around here?” I move to stand up while looking. I swear to god, if they’re hiding another woman, I will be chopping off dicks.
“No, no,” Caleb says, standing up with his hands out. “It’s a movie. About a girl who gets bullied. They pranked her at prom and covered her in pig's blood. Like full-body, head-to-toe.”
My brows furrow as I sit back down. “Well, that’s fucked up. If that was me, I’d kill all the little bitches.”
Caleb chuckles. “We should watch the movie.”
“Movie night?” I ask excitedly. “Oh, I’d love that. I love movies so much.”
“How about this weekend? Popcorn, candy, the whole shebang.”
My eyes light up. “Just like they do on TV? Okay, yeah.” I nod eagerly. “I’d love that.”
“We should take you to a theater. Give you the whole cinematic experience,” Walker suggests.
“I have a question. Are you allowed to fuck in the movie theater? I’ve seen a few movies that kind of confuse me. Sometimes they do, in others, they say it’s a no-no. So what’s the real deal?” I ask, leaning forward, intrigued by their answer.
“I mean, I’d let you fuck me at the theater.” Caleb grins widely.
“Caleb,” Jake groans. “You can’t do that.”
I pout. “So, it’s not allowed? Shame. I saw a movie where she sucked his dick. So I’m assuming that’s not allowed either?”
“It happens,” Caleb explains. “I mean, no, it's technically not allowed, but people do it. But who doesn’t break the rules every now and again.”
“Caleb,” Walker warns.
“She kills people for a living. We’re looking past that, but not a little blowy at the movies?”
“It’s okay, Caleb. No movie blow jobs for Walker. Only you.”
“What about me?” Jake asks, frowning.
“Nah, you only get a handy.” Caleb chuckles.
“Gee, thanks.” Jake rolls his eyes.
“How about you, Big Guy?” I ask Leroy.
“No public sex,” Leroy states. “But, at home, fair game?”
“Deal!” I grin.
“Alright, enough talk about movie sex,” Walker grunts, shifting in his seat. “I have something to show you.”
“What is it?” I ask, excitement filling me.
“Come with me.” He stands and holds out his hand. I take it, letting him pull me to my feet.
He turns around and squats, making me frown. “Hop on, Little Killer.” He grins at me over his shoulder.
My eyes widen, and I smile when I realize he wants to give me a piggyback ride. With an excited squeal, I jump on, latching onto him like a koala.
I’m laughing hard by the time we reach his truck, this carefree feeling filling me. I feel all light and airy.
Walker chuckles as he places me on my feet. A giddiness hits me as I wait for him to show me whatever he has up his sleeve.
“So, I kind of went rogue,” Walker admits, rubbing the back of his neck. “I knew this was a lot of changes for you, too, and I wanted to make sure you were taken care of. We don’t really have the house set up for an Omega, and I wanted to fix that.”
He opens the truck door, and my eyes widen when I see it stuffed with bags.
“All of this...” I step forward, pulling a few of the bags open to find some fuzzy blankets. “Is for me?” I ask, watery eyes flicking up to his.
“Of course,” he nods.
I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but I burst out into tears. Like big, ugly tears.
“Fuck. Savvy. Baby, are you okay?” Walker asks, voice panicky.
“What the fuck did you do?” Caleb shouts as he storms over to us.
“Nothing!” Walker says defensively, his wide eyes looking over to him. “At least, I don’t think I did. Shit, Savvy, I’m so sorry. I can return it all.”
I shake my head, crying harder because I don’t want him to do that. I want it all. I love the fact that he spoiled me. That he cared enough to do this for me.
“No,” I sob. “I love it. I really do.”
“You do?” Caleb frowns.
“Really? Then why are you crying?” Walker asks, dumbfounded.
“I don’t know!” I shout, fanning my face, ordering myself to chill the fuck out and stop this nonesense. “I think I’m broken,” I sob. “Help me. I can’t stop crying.”
I was literally kidnapped and tortured, also raped, for years, and I’ve never cried. I only cried when I lost my baby, because I was utterly heartbroken.
But I’m not heartbroken right now. I’m the complete opposite. I feel happy, thrilled, fucking over the moon.
So why the fuck am I sobbing uncontrollably?
“Shit. Did I break her?” Walker asks, sounding frazzled. “Leroy. Help!”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You're not broken. Everything is alright.” Leroy steps up to me. He cups my now wet face. “Eyes on me, Little Omega.” I look at him, blinking through the tears, chest heaving. “Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.”
I do as he tells me to, copying him. It takes a few moments, but soon my crying shifts into little hiccups.
“You're feeling big emotions, aren't you? And you don’t know how to handle them?”
I nod my head, sniffling. “I’ve never had anyone do anything nice for me,” I whisper.
Leroy smiles. “Is this something you don’t want?”
“I want it,” I answer quickly.
“Do you like what Walker did?” I nod. “Would you like more of that? Us spoiling you?” I nod again, another sniffle.
“I really, really like it,” I whisper.
“Good.” Leroy leans forward, kissing my forehead. “We are more than happy to spoil you rotten.” That has my chest warming with butterflies as he brushes the tears away with his thumbs.
Feeling a little embarrassed, I wipe my eyes with the back of my hands and look up at Walker through my lashes. “Sorry about that.”
Walker huffs out a laugh. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Little Killer.” He pulls me into a tight hug. I melt into his touch, my face rubbing against his chest as I greedily suck in lungfuls of his scent. “I’m just glad you're happy.”
“So happy,” I murmur.
“How about we help you get this stuff inside. You can pick one of the empty bedrooms as your own,” Jake says, joining us, Athena strapped to his chest in one of those carriers like Leroy was wearing before.
How is wearing a baby so sexy?
“Or you can have one of ours if you like them better,” Caleb offers up. “We can move.”
“We can?” Leroy asks. Caleb glares at him. “Ah, yeah, we can move.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Don’t worry, I won’t take one of your rooms.”
We head back into the house, the guys bringing in bags as they trail behind me. I’m walking on cloud nine.
Is this what kids feel like on Christmas morning?
I bite my lip, trying not to cry again when I think of the fact that I get to spend Christmas with them. My first ever Christmas and it’s with my pack.
Then I remember it’s only the start of September and I pout.
“We have two empty rooms on this floor and one on the next level. There’s also a bedroom in the basement, but...” Caleb looks to Walker.
“But what?”
“It’s my room.” Walker clears his throat. “Well, not my bedroom.”
“If it’s not your bedroom, then what kind of room is it?” I frown.
“A stupid room Caleb made for me when I got drunk one night and stupidly confessed something to him.”
“And that was?” I urge.
“Walker here is just as kinky as we are.” Caleb grins.
“It’s not like that,” Walker growls.
“Wait... is it, like, a sex room?” I ask, eyes lighting up. Then I narrow my eyes. “Have you used it with anyone?” The idea of him bringing other woman into the house to fuck them makes me murderous
“It’s not a sex room,” Walker groans.
“Yes, it is,” Caleb chuckles. “Not a full BDSM room, but a fun room nonetheless. Walker is a closet dom, and his dream is to have a submissive. But he’s refused to get involved with anyone before you. Good thing about that now,” Caleb says. “But still, I thought if I made him the room, it would help him feel more comfortable to be himself.”
“It’s weird, okay,” Walker grumbles.
“I don’t think it’s weird.” I shrug. “I think it’s hot. You're an Alpha, it’s in your nature to dominate. I think it’s fine as long as it’s not done in a forceful way or an abuse of your powers.” I point my finger at the lot of them. “That reminds me, if you ever, and I mean ever, use your Alpha bark on me, I will kill you. That is one of my hard limits.”
“We’d never,” Jake vows.
“Good.” I nod. “So, a sex room, huh?” I grin at Walker. “You gonna take me down there, call me your good little whore and put a collar on me?” It’s meant to be a joke, but fuck, the idea has me perfuming like crazy.
I’m into that? Who knew.
His eyes widen. “I mean... if you want?” he says it like a question.
I shrug. “I have no idea what I like. But I’m open to exploring. Like I said, as long as it’s done respectfully and nothing is forced.”
Why do I like the idea of being owned by them? Shouldn’t that idea make me want to stab them, not hop on them like a carnival ride. Being an Omega is confusing as fuck.
They show me all the available rooms, and as nice as they are, none of them feel right to me.
“What's wrong?” Leroy asks, his hand rubbing up and down my arm. I shiver, loving his touch. “You don’t like any of these rooms?”
“It’s not that. They are all great rooms... it’s just...” I chew on my lip.
“There’s one place we haven’t shown you yet,” Jake confesses.
“There is?” Walker asks, brows furrowed in confusion.
Jake smiles. “Trust me?” He holds his hand out. I should say no and laugh in his face, but as I look into his green eyes, I know in my soul I can trust this man with my life.
So I nod my head and take his hand.
He leads me to a staircase towards the back of the house. I follow after him, his large, warm hand embracing mine. Opening the door at the top, he pushes it open, and we step in.
“It’s a little dirty. We don’t use this space. We would need to get a bed and other things, but–”
“Jake! This is the attic. You're joking, right?” Walker chastises. “It’s so small and–”
“Perfect,” I finish in awe as I look around the space. Walker is right—it’s small but it’s honestly perfect.
“It is?” Leroy asks, sounding confused.
“Look!” Caleb says excitedly, pointing up to the ceiling.
I follow the direction he’s pointing in and gasp. “Oh my god,” I squeal. In the ceiling, there is a big skylight. “I want this room.” I laugh, flinging out my arms and spinning in a circle with my head thrown back. Looking up, I smile. “It’s perfect. My bed can go here. I can open the window at night, feel the breeze on my face, and look up at the stars,” I say dreamily.
“And that's not even the best part,” Jake says, moving over to a door on the other side of the room.
Rushing over, I laugh like a damn little kid. Getting down on my knees, I crawl into the little crawl space. “My nest,” I whisper, tears stinging my eyes again. It’s the dust. It has to be.
“There’s even a window in here too. If you feel trapped, or like you need air.”
Moving into a seated position, I sit and look around, my heart racing as my mind tries to process all the emotions.
Closing my eyes, I just take in the moment.
If I were ever to believe in some sort of higher being, it would be right now.
I can't remember all the times I’d stay up, lying in my bed and looking up at the ceiling as I dreamed about a pack of Alpha knights in shining armor coming to save me and bring me home to love and care for me.
Now, it’s real.
No, they didn’t get me out themselves. The brother and sister of one of my Alphas were the ones to save me. But I mean, come on. It’s fate. I don’t see it any other way.
Blinking my eyes open, I wipe away the pesky tears and crawl out of the space I’ll be turning into my nest.
“Are you okay?” Jake asks me softly.
“I need something,” I tell him, holding my chin high, trying not to feel weird about this needy feeling that has to be coming off me in waves.
“Anything,” Caleb is quick to say.
“I’m gonna be honest, so know this now: I don’t think this feeling is going to go away—if anything, it’s going to get worse. If you don’t like it, well, fuck you because I need you all.”
“What is it, Little Monster?” Leroy asks.
“I’m going to need attention. A lot of it. I’m going to demand it, crave it. Go crazy without it. That includes physical touch. You would think after everything I’ve been through, I’d hate being touched, but nope. The longer one of you don’t have your hands on me, the more I feel like I want to bury myself into your body. So pretty much, I’m going to be needy as fuck.”
They all let out soft chuckles, and my shoulders relax. They don’t sound like they’re laughing at me.
“That makes me so fucking hard,” Caleb groans.
“Everything makes you hard,” Jake counters.
“No; everything our little Omega does makes me hard.” Caleb grins.
“What this big goof is trying to say,” Leroy laughs. “Be as needy, as clingy, and as touchy as you want. Because I can tell you, we want it too. And we will drown you in affection—spoil you rotten. Nothing is too good for our Omega.”
Ugh, they’re saying all the right words. And the crazy thing is, I believe them. Maybe I’m stupid for being so trusting of these guys I just met, but hey, if they fuck me over, I'll fuck them up.
“Okay, bring it in. I need to be smothered right now.”
The guys all gather around me, trapping me between them. I don’t feel panicked or cornered, my fight or flight instincts don’t kick in.
I feel at peace, at home, and safe.
Fucking hell, I feel safe.
Okay, now I’m getting a little freaked out.
Athena lets out a very unladylike sound followed by a smell that has us all jumping away from our cuddle huddle.
“Dear god,” Jake groans, looking up towards the sky, his face morphing into disgust. “How can something so cute and tiny smell so damn bad?”
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to hold back a giggle. “Good luck with that one, Dad,” I say, patting him on the shoulder.
“Yeah, Dad ,” Caleb teases. “The one wearing the baby is the one who gets to change her.”
“Alright, alright,” he laughs. “Come on, Little Bug. Let’s go get you changed.”
He kisses her on the top of the head, the love shining bright in his eyes, and my heart clenches.
As Jake leaves, the doorbell rings.
“Who’s that?” Leroy asks.
“That would be for me,” Caleb informs us with a wide grin before taking off out of the room.
A good few hours later, my room is all set up. While the guys put everything together, I worked on my nest. I may have snuck out while they were distracted and went into each of their rooms to steal blankets and pillows and clothes.
The doorbell ended up being a delivery truck with a bed Caleb bought. He said he ordered it last night, knowing we would all need to sleep in the same bed.
I like him. I like him so damn much it hurts. Hell, I like all of them. They’re not leaving me. I will never let them go. If they try, I’ll kill them. Simple as that.
It’s like Walker read my mind because almost everything he bought fit perfectly with the room and my nest. They already had a few things here at the house, like the mattress for my nest.
Jake said he’s going to take me to the bookstore so we can fill up all the open shelves with books.
“I love it,” I gush, spinning around the room with my arms out, laughing. “I have to tell Thor about this!”
Grabbing my phone, I dial Duchess' number. I tell her all about my day, my new room, and nest.
Then she puts Thor on the line, and I tell him all about it, too.
“Alright.” I spin around to face my men when I’m done.
“Who’s Thor?” Walker growls, crossing his arms.
“And why were you on the phone with him?” Caleb mimics his pose.
“Oh!” I grin. “Thor is my bestie. We do everything together. He’s like the main man in my life. Don’t worry, you guys can share that spot. But we’re going to have to play it safe, because he doesn’t really like new people. But I’m sure when he meets you, he’s going to love you.”
They all look at one another, brows furrowed and matching expressions of jealousy.
“You all are adorable.” I grin. “Don’t worry, we’re just friends. Sure, he saw me naked, and was in the room when I masturbated—something I scolded him about!” I point out. “But he’s totally chill. Goes with the flow. I think you’re going to like him.”
“He saw you what?” Leroy demands.
“Masturbate,” I repeat. “Like fuck myself with a dildo. That’s masturbating, right? That’s what Lucy said it was. She walked in on me one time, but to be fair, I did text her that I had something to show her. Not the dildo, but the porn video I was watching. Thought she could get Duchess to do a few moves with her. The girl was fucking one of her Alpha’s with a strap on—very hot by the way—anyways, I know Duchess would never let Lucy fuck her, but the dildo the Omega had was really cool. It had, like, this knot on the end. Lucy said they already had one like that, but she did say she liked the one in the video. So after I was done, she came back and we ordered one for her. And for me.” I look to Caleb. “Oh! I can fuck you now! I’ll make sure to grab it when we go back to Salvation for my things.”
The idea of no longer living at Salvation makes me sad. But I know Duchess would be happy for me. And it will always be my home—she said so on the phone.
“Oh, and yeah, I’m moving in. For like good and stuff.”
They all just stare at me, lips parted.
“Ahhh, are you all okay?” I ask, waving my hand in front of their faces.
“I did not need to know details about my sister's sex life,” Caleb groans.
“Why not? She has a pretty exciting one. Wild really. That girl can fuck.” I grin, proud of my bestie. From the sounds Lucy makes, she enjoys it.
“Nope.” Caleb puts his hands over his ears. “Don’t wanna hear it.”
“Okay.” I shrug. “Let’s go get the baby's bassinet,” I tell them, turning to walk out of the room. “Oh, and if you need anything for yourselves, bring it up.”
“Why?” Walker asks.
“Because you're sleeping here from now on.” I frown. “You don’t think I’d be sleeping alone?” My eyes widen, and panic sets in. “Did you?”
“No,” Leroy says quickly. “Sleeping up here sounds great.”
“Okay, good.” I blow out a relieved breath. “I know you wouldn’t want the baby to be that far from you, so I think her sleeping up here with us would be best. And during the daytime, she can sleep in her nursery.”
Turning around, I blink a few times, wondering where the heck that came from?
The guys get everything set up. The baby gets a bottle, and she's put to bed.
“So, how are we going to do this?” Leroy asks, looking at the bed.
“Me in the middle, duh,” I reply. “And because Jake and Caleb slept next to me last night, you two can sleep next to me tonight, and they can sleep next to you.”
I yawn as a wave of exhaustion takes over me. “We better get some sleep. I have to work tomorrow night. Gonna need a good night’s rest.”
“You’re working tomorrow?” Caleb asks, eyes widening in interest.
“Yup!” I say excitedly. “I get to knock off the first name on my list. I should go in order from smallest to biggest of the roles they played, but this guy, I have major beef with,” I growl.
“Yeah, how much?” Walker asks.
“He was one of the guards who thought it was fun to fuck with me. Not fuck me. None of them were allowed to do that, but he did make some nasty comments. You know what I did to get back at him before I left?” I ask, leaning in excitedly.
“What?” Caleb asks eagerly.
“I bit his finger off. You should have seen the fucker scream. Little bitch.” I burst out laughing. “Blood spurting out like a fountain.”
“Okay, that’s amazing.” Caleb raises his hand. I look at it for a moment and smile as I give him a high five.
“Right! I’m gonna do him a favor by taking the rest of them... before taking his life.”
“Can I help?” Caleb asks, almost boyish-like.
“Okay.” I grin. “Wait... no. You can watch, though. You have to go through Duchess’s training before you can join. I can ask her to teach you. Oh my god!” I gape. “That would be the perfect sibling bonding experience.”
“Oh yeah,” Walker snorts. “Nothing says ‘I love my sibling’ more than killing people together.”
“Right!” I nod at Walker. He sighs, shaking his head.
“Let’s get you to sleep,” Leroy says, pulling me into his arms and kissing my forehead. I like it when he does that.
Sighing, I melt into him before looking up into his eyes. “Kiss me,” I tell him, not asking in the slightest.
His lips twitch at the corner. “Yes, my Little Monster,” he murmurs, leaning in. My heart races right up to the moment his lips press against mine, and then it’s like fireworks.
The kiss is soft, sweet, and I love every moment of it. When he pulls away, I grumble, reaching out and grabbing his face to bring him back to me.
He chuckles, kisses me for a few more moments before pressing his forehead to mine.
“We better stop now, Little Omega.”
“No,” I pout.
“As much as we would all love to touch you, kiss you, taste you, fucking worship you, we’ve talked about this. You know how you want your first time to be. And I don’t think Little Bug should be around for that, should she?”
“Okay, fine,” I huff. “You're right.”
Stepping away from him, I swallow hard. My heart is still racing, my pussy fucking dripping, and my body flushed.
The guys are all lying in bed now, looking at me like they want to eat me. I bite my lip, grinning and decide to be a brat.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it up over my head. Four collective groans sound around me. Shimmying out of my pants, I head over to the bag I packed with some clothes and grab my sleepwear.
After I’m dressed, I crawl into bed, right between Leroy and Walker.
“Goodnight,” I murmur.
“Goodnight,” they all answer back.
Clapping my hands, the lights go off, cloaking us in darkness.
I lie there, looking up at the skylight, smiling as the stars sparkle. We’re out of the city enough that the light pollution isn’t heavy. I’m glad. Because I love watching the stars. Even the clouds. I could get lost for hours doing both.
The guys start to drift off to sleep, their snores filling the room. It’s perfect, honestly. It fills the silence, so I don't need music or the TV playing.
It’s funny how all I needed was my Alphas to heal this part of me. I wonder what else they’re the solution for.
There's this annoying throbbing between my legs that won’t go away. Knowing I’m not going to be able to go to sleep until I’ve taken care of it, I slide my hand down my shorts and between my legs.
It doesn’t take me long, working my clit just enough to throw me into a small orgasm.
I’m unable to hold back my moan as my pussy clenches around my fingers, my inner walls trembling as my perfume fills the air around me.
“Did you just cum?” Caleb’s sleepy voice sounds.
“Yes?” Busted.
He groans, and it sounds muffled like he’s doing it into a pillow. “Next time, I volunteer as tribute, okay?”
“What does that mean?” My brows furrow.
“It means next time, let me or one of the guys help you out. Not that you have to, but trust me, we’re more than willing to lend a hand. Or a tongue. Or even a cock.”
I grin. “I’ll try and remember that.”
“Go to sleep,” Walker grumbles, wrapping his arm around me. He pulls me into his body and I try not to whimper as I feel his stiff cock pressed against my ass.
These men are big, walking teases. I don’t want to rush things, but Jake and I are going to have to take that step soon, because I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to keep my hands, mouth, and pussy to myself.