29. Aspyn
Chapter twenty-nine
Aspyn
A spyn Aged 19
I wrap my arms around myself, but it doesn’t dispel the bone-deep chill that is with me, no matter how warm the day gets.
I’ve been homeless for a week. I used the last of the money I got from pawning the jewelry dad gave me to buy some bread.
It was stale and burnt, but it was food.
I wonder if I should have bought a knife and ended it all.
Just thinking about slowly starving to death fills me with dread.
I sit down and lean against the building. I’m on the outskirts of town, in the middle of nowhere, stuck on this fucking island. Surrounded by water. There’s no escaping it.
I think of my mother bitterly in these moments.
I try not to think of him anymore.
Day fades to night while I sleep, but I’m woken by loud noises and laughter.
Three guys are walking along the road, laughing and shoving each other. They’re clearly older than me. But maybe not by much. They look fed and healthy.
I scrunch up tighter in my ball, hoping to escape notice.
One stops and turns. I don’t know if he sees me or what, but his entire demeanor turns aggressive and predatory. My mouth waters, and adrenaline hits my system hard.
The other two are alert to his change of mood and imitate it. Aggressively turning towards me.
“Oh, look, a fun game.”
I tense, trying to get smaller. Please, go away, please.
They approach like sharks.
I’m breathing hard and fast when they attack. I let out a shriek, but they don’t touch me. No, instead I hear a male scream of pain. I turn my head and find a fourth man close to me. What was he doing? The realisation of what could have happened sends an even colder chill through me.
I scramble away from them but don’t get far when I get a dizzy spell that sits me on my ass in the street.
They beat him with such violence it’s almost graceful. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh is a violent symphony in the night.
Finally, it ends, and one of the thugs who has stunning blue hair crouches in front of me. Our eyes meet and lock. My world spins more than it did before. The world explodes in night-blooming jasmine. I whine and reach out a hand before I can stop myself.
Scent match.
My perfume, my whine, everything gives me away, but still, he stares at me, shocked, horrified. I pull my hand back, but he reaches out, seizing it. Lightning dances along my fingers.
His pupils dilate, but he shakes it off, finally smiling, finally showing softness and something other than appalled horror.
“Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe.” His voice is deep, calm, and authoritative. I want to cling to him and stay with him forever.
I stare at him with wide eyes while the other two come closer. One has dark hair and more ink than I’ve ever seen, the other has blond hair and a beautiful face, but he looks like life has been hard.
Their scents hit me, too. Green apples, ginger, and blood orange.
Open, friendly, and intoxicating. I’ve been starving for them my whole life.
He reaches for me, pausing when I flinch. I take a breath, but he reaches out, carefully lifting me up. I let out a shriek as lightning streaks up my leg.
“Fuck! What’s wrong with her, Shale?”
I gasp, slowing and controlling my scream until it’s a whimper. Through gritted teeth, I try to force the words out, not wanting them to ever think they were hurting me.
“Old injury.”
I’m caught in strong arms.
“Aw, Omega, what happened to you?” The dark-haired guy with tattoos smiles at me kindly.
I’m going to die in his arms, and though I will regret leaving him, at least I’ll have this.
I’m safe.
I don’t know how I know it, I just do. Through the pain, I recognise I’m safe. Maybe that’s why my body gives out, and I slip into the dark.
P resent Day
“It’s not right.”
I shift restlessly and lift my cane and put it back down again. Shale nods.
“It’s not right. Let’s go,” I say again.
“Wait, what’s not right about it?” Gael asks.
Shale snarls but, though Gael flinches, he doesn’t back down.
“If you can tell us what about it is wrong, we can narrow it down better to find you the perfect nest.” He glances from me to Shale as if silently asking for the latter to understand.
Shale pauses and drops his chin in a nod.
I consider it. “It’s too open. And the floors are creaky. And-” I burst into tears, but Gael scoops me up before any of the others can.
“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. That helps. We can cross some off just knowing about that.”
“Nothing we’ve seen feels right. I miss my cave. Can I have a cave?” I whine.
“No, you cannot have a cave. But we will find you the right one. Let’s go to the next one,” Ezy says with a charming grin that pulls me out of the fear that’s gripped me.
They lead me to the next house.
“No!” I whisper.
“It’s okay, no problem. We’ll check the next.”
Half an hour later, we arrive at a house that’s a long way from any beach. It’s hidden by trees and jungle.
Hope grows in my chest. Ezy parks the van he hired. We pile out, and I follow Kelly as he walks up and opens the door. He steps back and allows me to look in.
It’s dark and comfortable. As I make my way deeper into the house, I find the room that will be my nest. It’s huge. I think it may have been an entertaining space.
I exhale. It’s dark and safe.
“I like this one.”
Keagan drops an arm over my shoulder. “Happy?”
“Very.”
“All right. Let’s go shopping, then.”
I walk barefoot in the grass. The materials we chose are in the nest. Everything is waiting for me, but I’m not ready to go in and deal with it all yet.
It’s just so overwhelming.
Cassie should have had a nest.
I should have been able to talk to my mum about building a nest.
A car pulls up, and Nat climbs out. She walks over to me and stands shoulder to shoulder with me. I want to cry, I’m just so happy to see her. She looks good. She’s got a tan, is in shorts that barely cover her ass and a bikini I would never be brave enough to wear.
“You ditched me!” I glare at her.
“I know, but, in fairness, it was really good cock.”
I growl.
“Hey! I came when they did an SOS. Lucky they have friends in high places and could get me and Trey on that flight.”
“Trey?”
“My new sex buddy with the magic shlong.”
I huff. She struggled with the island, and I know she gets her self-esteem from the attention of people she sleeps with. I’ve always known that about her. She is similar to my mother in that way.
“Did Shale call?”
“Yes. I am your emotional support human for the day.”
I snort a laugh. “Build my nest for me?”
Nat laughs. “Come on, then, I can help you do that.”
She wraps my arm in hers and drags me into the house, ignoring the six deadly alphas who track our progress. The minute we get inside, the overwhelm hits me again, and I backtrack, but Nat grabs me and pulls me forward, shoving me onto the bed.
She grabs the bags of materials and looks inside. “Why are they all black? Do you have a problem with colour, babe?”
I shake my head minutely.
“All right, fine. Black it is. Hmm, this one is soft. It feels like cat fur. Me likies!”
My eyes widen in horror as she flings it up into the air and watches it fall down on the floor.
She dives back into the bag. It’s a sequined material that’s cold and slippery that comes out next. Nat, my despicable bestie, throws it up on the ceiling fan. I stare up and panic over how I’m going to get it down.
“Yup, that is perfect.” She does a chef’s kiss and twirls around, reaching for another bag.
I can barely cope with it there or the piece on the floor.
She pulls out a black shag and rubs it on her face. She looks around the room excitedly and hangs it on the bathroom door handle.
I splutter.
“Nat-”
She ignores me, continuing to empty the bags until the entire room is covered in pillows, blankets, sheets, yards of fabric. There are even black cat stuffies, and she puts them under the bed because ‘that’s where cats hide’.
I snarl and snatch the black dragon I bought out of her hands. With a whimper, I look around the disaster of a nest, and my mind just pops.
I have to fix it. With a look of complete loathing at Nat, I work my way around the nest while she reclines on the bed, watching me in complete fascination. When I’m done, my mind feels clearer, and this place feels like mine.
Nat stands up and walks over to me. She kisses my cheek.
“Have a great heat, bestie.”
With those parting words, she leaves me. A few minutes later, I hear her car drive off. I look down, but the room is pulsing with the hot scent of night-blooming jasmine. My scent, so thick and potent that it’s hard to breathe.
I glance at the door and find Keagan watching me.
“Let me in, let me in,” he croons.
I cock my head to the side and run my hands over my hips. I push the material off and stand up, staring at him. He doesn’t take his eyes off me.
“Alpha.” The word is a siren call, a plea, a demand, an initiation. The age-old ritual signifying the start of a heat.
I call my alphas to me.
They step into my nest.
Into my web.
Now they are mine.
I blink open my eyes and realise I’m staring at the ceiling, but I feel so good. Oh, god, I feel incredible. I roll my head around and find myself surrounded by alphas. I’m sitting on Keagan, impaled by his throbbing cock. His hands stroke up my stomach and capture my breasts, squeezing in a way that has me gushing on him. His thumbs flick over my nipples, and I think I’m going to go up in flames.
I ride him slowly, rolling my hips. The burn and stretch from my leg is almost pleasurable now.
Nothing can reach me here. It’s just me and the glow of my alpha’s hungry eyes as he grinds up into me.
I shudder into an orgasm. Moaning and tossing my head back. I clench around that thick cock as I get even wetter. He doesn’t miss a beat, his fingers digging into my hips and dragging me, driving me down into him. The scent of blood orange mixes with my scent. It’s seductive and arousing.
He’s my beautiful pack mate. Bonded scent match. Mine.
“Give me your knot, Alpha.”
Keagan’s eyes glint, and he smiles that smile I know is going to stir me up. The heat blasts into me, and I moan, sagging over him.
“More,” I whine.
Someone crawls up behind me, pushing me forward. I glance over my shoulder, but the agave syrup gives it away. I moan as Gael slides his hand up my spine and grips the back of my neck.
“Can you take two of us?”
There’s a tiny bit of panic, but the heat burns it out.
“I can take anything you give me,” I say with bravado.
Gael chuckles. “Let’s find out, then.”
He trails his fingers down in between my ass cheeks and then starts pressing right where Keagan is packed into me. I moan at the pressure, but, in moments, he’s got his finger inside me. He works it in and out, then adds another.
I’m so wet and so aroused that, in minutes, he’s got me stretched with several fingers in me.
His hot mouth on my shoulder leaves delicious trails of heat and warmth.
“You’re such a good girl, you’re taking us so well. Are you ready for more?”
I nod my head. I need more, there is no ready.
Gael sits up and wraps an arm around my shoulders while he pulls his wet fingers free. I hear a sucking sound that has me shuddering on Keagan’s cock. Gael turns my head, and his lips find mine. I can taste me and Keagan on his lips.
Oh, god.
“More!”
“In a moment, Omega. I want to do this the right way.”
I whine, but Keagan just pinches my nipple, causing me to jolt.
“Such a needy omega. Are you sure you want both of us?”
I nod my head. “Yes!”
“Beg for it,” Keagan purrs.
I narrow my eyes. “Give it to me.”
“That’s not begging.”
“Astute of you, Alpha.”
Gael lifts me up. I clench around Keagan, enjoying the way he hisses and tenses in an effort not to move.
There’s suddenly a pressure, one that obliterates every thought but what is happening. Gael’s cock is trying to force its way into my pussy. The pressure is intense. It feels so good.
With a feeling like a pop, he’s inside me, stretching me. It almost burns, but I’m so wet. Gael and Keagan groan at exactly the same time.
I bite my lip and roll my hips just a fraction, and Gael slips into me a little bit more.
“Slow,” Gael growls.
I toss my head back and laugh. “Give it to me, Alphas.”
Keagan growls.
“Is she always like this?” Gael asks.
“Aspyn, when she has no boundaries and she’s in heat, knows what she wants.” Shale murmurs from the side of the room where he is watching intently, waiting for his turn.
I blow him a kiss.
Gael grabs my hips and rocks, sliding into me until I’m squealing and writhing on their cocks.
“Fuck!” Gael hisses. “I’m not going to last.”
“Just get her off and knot her,” Keagan hisses.
“What?”
“We knot her together.”
Gael loses his rhythm.
“Yes, together,” I shout. There is no part of me that thinks that isn’t anything but the best idea I’ve ever heard.
They start working in opposition, one cock sliding into me and one out. I moan and let out whimpers with the feels. I lose count of how many times I come. I lose track of everything.
And then when I’m exhausted and the need has almost been met, my alphas give me their knots.
And I make them scream.