23. Aspyn
Chapter twenty-three
Aspyn
A spyn Aged 18
The house looks different. I can’t put my finger on what it is, but there’s this feeling in the air. It’s so intense that when I walk in, I just stand there, my gaze jumping around, straining to figure out what it is.
My leg twinges, but I limp across the kitchen and push open the door to the only bedroom. My mum and I sleep in there together on the stained mattress, although more often than not, she stays out all night and only returns when she’s got nowhere to go.
The bedding is gone.
I stare at it. At this filthy mattress. The sheet is gone, the quilt, the only pillow. All that’s left is just the thin mattress in the almost empty room.
I mean, it’s innocent enough, but there is something about its absence that terrifies me. I curl my fingers hard into the wood, swaying with the force of my fear.
I hobble in, moving as quickly as my leg will allow. I slide open the built in robes and find my clothes folded neatly where I left them.
But next to the spot, where her clothes should be, there is a space. A yawning space, and I realise that her clothes aren’t just not there, they are gone.
I check the rest of the robes and find our travel bag also gone.
I lose my grip on my cane and hobble to the bathroom, clutching at the walls. I see white spots in my vision. My stomach is tight with adrenaline.
Please be wrong. Oh, god, oh, fuck, please be wrong.
Only one toothbrush. Only my toothbrush.
What am I going to do? How will I live? How will I eat?
My heart is smashing against my ribcage. I sag but catch myself before I hit the floor.
The kitchen! I have to check the kitchen. Maybe there will be a note.
This can’t be real.
I check the kitchen and find she’s left the food. It’s a small mercy, but I will be lucky if it will last me a week. I look over the meagre supplies and try to think about what to do.
My papers! I rush to the spot under the cutlery drawer where she hid the folder. She took the cutlery, I notice, and that enrages me more than anything else.
I sob as I throw the drawer across the room, sticking my hand into the hole and searching, even though I know they aren’t there. It’s all gone.
All our personal documents are gone. My passport is gone, my birth certificate, and my ID card. But so is all the money that we had left over.
I sink down to the floor, my whole body is trembling.
She left me. She didn’t just leave me. My mum left me to die.
P resent Day
I don’t know why being up there on top of that cliff and seeing that incredible view brought back the day my mother left, but it did. It was the start of the second worst time in my life, second only to waking up in hospital and finding out my entire life had changed and half my family was dead. On this plane though, leaving the island hell behind, I am dragged, drowning in the memories that won't be denied much.
The endless blue sky and glittering ocean made me think of her. How hard she tried to keep us afloat, the things she did to make money. All the men she claimed she hated that she laughed with, joked with. She resented me because she had to stay with me. I resented her because she stopped being a mum and became a hostile stranger. The harder things got, the more we struggled, and the angrier and more desperate she became.
And staring out at that view of possibilities, I could clearly see it from her view, without the bias of also being her daughter. And maybe, maybe, I could get a glimmering of understanding. I’ve been so focused on surviving in that tiny village that the rest of the world became a dream, but she remembered.
She remembered a family and love and a life where she didn’t have to whore herself out for food. A time where she had something better. And she went out and found it again. I can’t blame her for that.
But I can blame her for leaving me with nothing and no way to escape. Even in the plane, finally escaping everything, I can’t let go of the feeling of that day. The way she forced me to leave Kelly.
Nat didn’t come with us, and that is eating at me, too. She met someone, and not having her here to talk to or bounce things off is killing me. Still, I worry about her, who is this person she met? Is she okay? Why isn’t she answering her phone?
“Enough! I can’t take it anymore. Shale do something or I will.”
Shale reaches out and drags me out of the chair I’m perched on, looking out at the view of the vast, horrifying ocean.
He pulls me so I’m awkwardly straddling his lap.
“Do you have a change of clothes?”
I nod, confused.
“Good,” Shale purrs. “Cut it off.”
I gasp as Keagan pins me from behind and carefully starts cutting my clothes off me.
I don’t move because I don’t want to get cut, but I let out a tirade of furious words that are ignored by everyone on the plane, and why wouldn’t they? I’m perfuming all over the joint.
Shale pulls his cock out, and I catch a glint of light. I peer between us and see it again and realise in shock that he is pierced. How did I never notice that during the heats?
“For your pleasure, love. And I took it out during the heats so I didn’t hurt you.”
I try to suck in air, but it’s so hard; I mean, not hard, but it is hard. It’s just…pierced. Holy crap, I can’t stop looking at it. Why can I stop looking at it? It moved. Oh, shit.
Wait, how freaking big is that thing? I’ve already had it. I know I’ve had it, but it’s so freaking big.
I let out a whine that only makes Shale laugh.
If there’s an abort button, I need to find it quickly, except Shale seems to sense this and leans in, ghosting his lips across my collarbone.
“You want the bond?”
“The bond?”
“Mmm, my bond?”
Oh, yes, I want that very much. I lean in, drawn by the temptation of green apples. It swirls around me, turning slightly spicy as he grips my hips and thrusts up, grinding himself through me.
I’m wet, but then I feel like I’m always wet around them.
I’m suddenly aware the entire pack is watching. Hungry eyes on me, and I should stop this, but the power I have over them is something I don’t want to let go of. I want to punish them. I cup my breasts and let out a moan, arching my back, tossing my hair.
“Oh, you are bad, Omega,” Beau purrs.
In minutes, I’m naked, and Shale lifts, grinding his cock into me. The ridges rubbing along my clit.
Shale frowns, slows, and finally stops moving. “No, this doesn’t feel right. It’s not me that you need.”
I open my mouth to protest when Shale stands us up and grabs Keagan with one fist, while his other arm supports me, and then pushes me into him.
“But the bonds,” I say, confused.
“You can’t have one without the other,” Shale murmurs. “If you want me, you take Keagan, too. You might have his bond, and I can see you want each other, but why are you holding back? I don’t like this, and it ends right here.”
I pout. “I would’ve taken him anytime, but he keeps telling me the moment isn’t right.” I mock Keagan with a snarl that is tempered by the almost spicy scent of my perfume.
“It isn’t-”
“Keagan,” Shale interrupts, “this is the moment. Make your omega feel good.”
“I’m not gentle,” Keagan growls out.
My heart thumps because maybe that’s exactly what I want right now.
“If she ends up sore and achy, we will take care of it, but we trust you. Besides, the whole pack is here.”
“We’re on a fucking plane, Shale.”
“I know. Hot, isn’t it?”
Shale’s smile is wicked. He reaches out and pulls Keagan’s pants open and fists his cock.
“See how ready he is for you, Aspyn? Keagan is all words.”
I look down between us and find his cock. The tip is darker than the rest of it, and its weeping small beads of clear fluid.
I suddenly want to taste, instead I decide to tip the situation.
I lift my bad leg awkwardly and hook it around his waist. He grabs me immediately and holds my weight, taking the burning, stretching pain away and lifting me right where I want to be. So the hot hard length of him is pressed against the wet heat of me.
“Fuck, how are you so wet, sweetheart?” Keagan looks up at the ceiling and lets out a deep groan.
“There’s an incredibly hot alpha who wants me more than anything, and I’m wrapped around him. Why wouldn’t I be wet?”
Keagan lifts me up and impales me.
“No foreplay?” Beau teases.
“Don’t need it,” I gasp.
I’m already on the edge, but Keagan turns me so I’m pressed up against the interior wall of the plane.
“Look at them. They want you so bad,” he growls in my ear. “But they can’t have you.”
I turn my head, blearily making out the hungry, ravenous eyes of the pack.
I whine, and he pummels into me faster. Despite how aggressive he’s being, he is being absolutely careful with my leg and making sure I don’t hurt it.
He holds me carefully, and the thick length of him hits a part of me inside that makes me see stars.
I go feral, clawing at his shoulders, growling. But he just laughs and kisses me hard. I taste blood, but it doesn’t stop either of us.
“Tell them how good I feel,” Keagan growls.
“So good. It feels so good.” I claw at his shoulders, on the edge of the orgasm of my life.
He continues to hit that spot, his cock pounding into it, and then, abruptly, the plane drops.
I let out a scream as I land hard on his dick. It sends me over the edge. That hint of fear, the shock, the surprise, and Keagan wrapped around me, his fingers biting into my flesh hard enough that I’m going to bruise.
I sob for breath as he adjusts me and starts really hammering into me.
I cry out as he stretches the orgasm, making it go on and on and on, and then he growls, seizes my neck, and bites. He shifts us, pulling me off the wall, and then another mouth grips the other side of my neck.
Shale bites deep.
I’m slammed forcefully into another orgasm, soundless in the pleasure that has hold of me.
When I come back to the present, Keagan is holding me like I’m glass, stroking me with a deep rattling purr in his chest, there’s a sinfully aching bite on my neck and the taste of blood in my mouth.
And the Daane are mine.