Chapter 15 #2
Then he tightens his hold on my hand. “I don’t talk about this.
What’s the point? Ancient history, yeah?
But I was abandoned too by my family. They were poor mechanics.
All my brothers were strong Alphas. They were disappointed to have a Beta in the family, which is why they called me Zero.
I guess that I’ve been trying to prove that they were wrong about me my entire life. Maybe sometimes, I try too hard.”
My heart shatters.
“You don’t have anything to prove,” I insist.
“But I do,” Zero replies with a brittle smile.
“The only way that I got attention in my family was by singing because I was bloody good at it, and even they couldn’t miss that.
Sometimes, I could make Mum and Dad smile when I sang.
I never expected to be talent scouted. The whole pack was excited.
I was too…until I found out that it meant the same as being bloody sold to the Idols.
By the time I realized it, I was on my way to America with no way home, just this scared kid being told that if I was obedient and followed everything that they told me, they would make me a star.
Well, they bloody did, but the cost wasn’t worth it.
The thing is, since I’d been sent from England, I had even less rights than any of the other Idols, and they’d made it clear to me that at the end of my contract, I was going to be sold to…
” His voice cracks, and he plasters on one of his smiles that I now know are as fake as his Immortal persona, “…it doesn’t matter.
Just sold to be bonded to a creepy producer who took too much of an interest in me as a teenager, you know? ”
“A forced bond?” I gasp.
Arranged bonds like mine are common amongst the elites but forced bonds are not only forbidden.
They’re illegal.
He looks down, allowing his hair to cover his face.
“Idols grew up accepting what would happen once we stopped being successful enough, love. I certainly did. At least with a guitar in my hand and singing on a stage, I could feel like the pain and fear was a fair price. It’s like flying to me.
Back then, it was the only time that I was free.
It was the thing that kept me clinging to life, apart from my other friends who I would have done anything to protect.
And we did because look, I’m out of that place now.
We all are, and the Alphas who hurt me are locked up for good in the Alpha Center.
So, no harm done to my gorgeous arse. And at least I was trained to be a brilliant lover for you. ”
All of a sudden, Zero has hidden his vulnerability behind a half-hooded look, stretching out in a way that would be seductive if he hadn’t just been talking about his past of forced bonds.
“Don’t do that,” I say, quietly.
“Don’t tempt you with my tight little arse?” He rolls onto his stomach, flirtatiously glancing at me over his shoulder.
The white shirt falls off one of Zero’s slim shoulders, before also riding up, revealing his naked ass, which he provocatively wiggles.
He looks like sin.
Normally, I would be diving on him.
But not now.
“Don’t put on a performance,” I burst out. “You don’t need to do that for me.”
Instantly, the heat drops from his eyes. The siren act has vanished in an instant.
“Performance…?” Zero’s expression shutters.
“Why don’t you drop the mask?”
“It’s not a mask,” he howls.
I am shocked by the frustrated tears that gleam in Zero’s eyes, as he hurriedly shoves himself to the far side of the nest, dragging the shirt down to cover himself and pushing his hair out of his face.
What I have done?
Have I broken him?
“Zero,” I try, tentatively.
“It’s not a mask,” he repeats more carefully.
“It’s how I have survived. How I survive.
And I need it, okay? All my life I have needed to perform in order to avoid pain.
I have been controlled and owned without the right to my own identity.
But the worst were the twins who were my instructors.
They twisted my pleasure of performing with their pleasure in giving pain.
I don’t know how to divide the two anymore.
So, it’s me now, yeah? Zero, just surviving.
Do you understand? I know that I can be bloody annoying but I am choosing to take what I’ve endured and make it something fun — that I can take pleasure in too — or it will fucking ruin me. ”
A tear chases down my cheek. “You be whoever you need or want to be. I get it now. And I love you.”
Zero’s gaze snaps to mine. “I admit that I’m this trashy mess and you say that you love me?”
My gaze hardens. “Don’t let Icarus hear you call yourself shit like that or you will be in trouble. And I was falling for you when I knew you as Immortal, but I’ve fallen in love with the Beta who is Zero. You’re everything to me; you could never be nothing.”
“I love you.” Zero crawls across the nest toward me, and I have never needed his touch so much. He cups my cheek, running his thumb to the corner of my eye like he can’t believe that I am real. “I bloody love you.”
“I’m here for you. Everything that happens will be your choice from now on. You have the control.”
I am relieved to see the twinkle return to Zero’s eyes, as he leans in to whisper against my lips, “What if I am turned on by the idea of giving up that control to you? I’m kinky. I accept that about myself. It’s a need not a…”
I push him back with a strength that takes him by surprise.
But then, I spent my childhood leaping from couches and playing the daring outlaw, rather than sedately learning typical Omega skills like sewing, aided by my dad.
I have a few tricks up my Omega sleeve.
By the way that Zero’s cock has risen to half-mast instantly, he is more than delighted to find them out.
My lips curl wickedly. “Lie back. It’s my turn to take control and spoil my Beta.”
“Yes, please.” Zero stretches out, looking up at me eagerly.
Wow, is it this easy to tame Zero? Icarus should be taking classes from me.
I lean down, kissing Zero gently. He lets me lead.
It’s so different to what I am used to with Icarus that I revel in the sensation.
I explore Zero’s lips, before feathering kisses down his jaw and neck. “Don’t move.”
To my delight, Zero instantly freezes, struggling to obey me and hold still, as I kiss all the way to his collarbone.
“Good Beta.” I risk glancing up at him from underneath my eyelashes.
Zero’s eyes dance with amusement, but he still preens from the praise.
I glance around me, trying to work out how to make this first experience as pleasurable as possible for Zero.
He appears to have had too much pain already in his life.
I snatch one of Lionzio’s ties, which has been added to the edge of the nest, and hold it up.
Lionzio smirks. “Tie me up any way you want, love.” I dangle it in front of his eyes, and he quirks his brow. “That works too.”
I knew that he would be a power bottom.
I wait a moment longer just to be certain that he’s okay with it, before I blindfold him with the tie. I am careful not to catch it on his silky hair or bind it too tight.
“What now?” Zero smiles, looking relaxed. His cock is fully hard and already leaking. “I’m at your service and ready to be ridden. I’m your perfect toy, love, even without a knot, I swear that I can make you see bloody stars.”
I bite my lip, glancing at his giant cock.
Tempting.
I want to spoil him, however, and as much as that would feel incredible, it would also feel too close to using him.
I want him to know that he can submit in a new way where he is treasured.
I lift a chocolate strawberry off the plate as quietly as I can. Then I lean over to the nightstand and dip my finger in the champagne.
I run my wet finger along the length of Zero’s shaft, and he hisses in a sharp breath, arching into my touch.
I laugh, quickly lifting my finger away to leave him humping the air.
“Cruel, love.” He pouts.
“Am I?” I trace Zero’s lips with the strawberry, and his pout vanishes to be replaced with a sly smirk, before his tongue curls out to sneakily lick along the chocolate.
“Hey,” I protest.
Zero looks as satisfied as a cat who has got away with licking the cream.
“You can’t blame me when it’s that delicious. Although, not as delicious as tasting you would be.” He curls his tongue in a way that makes my pussy wet with slick.
I reward Zero by pressing the strawberry against his lips again. “Bite.”
He takes the strawberry into his mouth with a moan that I would think was exaggerated but I am beginning to understand is part of who Zero is.
I straddle his head, keeping my weight on my knees.
I lower myself slowly. “Want to eat something else?”
Zero takes a deep breath, sighing happily. “Please, love.”
The please only makes me wet.
I lower myself onto his mouth, and he raises his hands to my hips to steady me.
Icarus would never enjoy being ridden like this. Yet Zero looks to be in heaven, as I steal his breath with my pussy and ride his face.
My toes curl in pleasure, as Zero’s tongue explores up and down my pussy, before flattening and pushing in enthusiastically. I pant, moving my hips in jerky motions, which bump my clit against his nose and send even more sparks of pleasure through me.
“That’s it.” Sweat is dripping down my back. “Work harder for your Omega.”
He doubles his efforts.
I throw back my head, running a hand down my sensitive breasts.
My skin is tingling.
Pleasure is coiling through me.
It’s too much…not enough.
I whine, reaching forward to grab Zero by his long hair and take all the control.
I drag him away, just to allow him one final, frantic breath. Then I hold him in place like he truly is my toy and ride his face for real.
I grind down on him, chasing my pleasure.
No Frost Omega should behave like this.
I would never have been allowed this control within the Alcott pack.
It’s the most thrilling sensation in the world.
“Yes, yes, yes.” I howl as I come, feeling my soul has sprouted wings and is flying directly — defiantly — toward the sun.
I collapse in a sweaty Omega pile against the headboard, before the tightening of Zero’s elegant fingers against my hips reminds me that despite my mind-blowing orgasm, he does still need to breathe.
“Sorry,” I say with a goofy smile.
Zero’s laughter vibrates against my oversensitive clit.
I hurriedly swing off him with a laugh of my own, surprised that a scene like this could be both so sexy but also, so playful.
But then, it’s Zero. I should have realized.
“Do you want me to…?” I edge my hand toward his cock.
“No need, love, being used by you was enough to make me come.” He says it proudly.
I stare at the pearly liquid that is pooled on Zero’s stomach.
I can’t help puffing out my chest.
I never thought that I could make a man come untouched from simply the taste of my slick.
“My pretty mouth has been used by both Icarus and you now.” When Zero tilts his head, I can tell how much he’s enjoying being blindfolded. “Am I talented?”
“In so many fucking ways.”
I reach to remove his blindfold, stroking through his hair. “Close your eyes. I’m about to take this off.”
I don’t want the light to hurt his eyes.
Unexpectedly, the door to the bedroom swings open.
Zero startles, sitting up in alarm. “Who is it?”
“Icarus,” I reply, studying Icarus who is leaning in the doorway watching the two of us in the bed with a hungry expression.
Zero relaxes back onto the sheets. “Oh, only the hotel manager. Tell him that we need new towels and then not to disturb us, yeah?”
I snort a laugh.
Icarus’ expression is both dangerous and fond, which I didn’t know could be a thing.
“Brat.” Icarus stalks to the bed, wrenching off his jacket and then slowly turning up his shirtsleeves.
It’s probably lucky that Zero can’t see right now.
“I did call down to reception for a brat tamer.” Zero still makes no effort to remove his blindfold.
Icarus crawls onto the bed toward us. “You look like you’ve both had a good breakfast.”
“I ate strawberries and champagne,” I say, trying to sound innocent.
Icarus trails his finger pointedly through the cum on Zero’s stomach.
“And I ate Grace’s pussy,” Zero adds.
I blush.
Icarus snatches a handful of Zero’s hair and tugs his head up. “Beta…”
“Yeah…?” Zero whispers, breathlessly.
Icarus gentles his hold, now petting and stroking Zero in a way that appears to confuse him. “No, I mean my Beta. After Christmas, will you do Grace and me the honor of officially becoming the bonded Beta of our pack?”
Zero rips off the blindfold and squints up at Icarus in shock. “You don’t only want to bond my darling Pip?”
Icarus and I exchange a glance, before shaking our heads.
“I have a habit of falling fast and hard for brats.” Icarus grips Zero by the chin, before gently kissing him. “And my bonded pack will not treat Betas as less important than Omegas.”
I can sense the disapproval rolling from him.
Zero doesn’t have a bite mark on his neck. Many Betas in packs don’t. John didn’t.
Zero looks like this is his Christmas gift. “If you want a Beta like me, then yeah. Sign me up, big boy.”
When Icarus rolls his eyes, I’m almost certain that he does it to see Zero grin in victory.
“How was work?” I ask, carefully. “Have you done what you needed to?”
We really should have worked out a good code to talk about the heist but there wasn’t time.
“Almost,” Icarus replies neutrally. “I have a few things that we should talk over later.”
I try not to show the sudden spike of anxiety.
Does that mean Icarus has returned with good or bad news?