Chapter Seven
Tenor
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The minute Julius is gone, Tenor's eyes snap to where she's sitting on Luke's bunk, her arms wrapped protectively around her legs, looking very much like a caged animal. A really cute caged animal. Like a bunny maybe? Yeah, he could totally see Eden as a bunny.
"Why do you smell like my pack brother?" His voice is husky, but he seats himself on Julius' bed opposite her, not wanting to crowd her or make her feel unsafe. The prettiest little blush lights up the porcelain skin of her face at his question. Too cute.
"I had a heat spike."
The smile drops off his face.
"He took care of me," she adds quickly. "It was okay."
"And you're uhh... okay with that? With him taking care of you?"
He knew Julius would never force a woman, but he couldn't imagine the terrified girl in front of him wanting to fuck around with any of them right now.
Especially not in this shithole full of rapists and murderers.
Her nerves were probably shot to shit and it was not exactly the most romantic setting.
"He was really sweet," she says, peeking up at him.
That throws him. He'd seen Julius fuck. A lot. Sweet was not one of the words he'd use to describe it.
"Huh," he says. "Alright."
Julius comes back then and Tenor can feel frustration from him through the bond.
His eyes flick quickly to Eden before landing on Tenor and the bastard scowls like he knows what they've just been talking about.
Tenor feels irritation flare in the bond towards him, a clear warning.
Good thing he didn't give a shit about Julius' warnings.
"Leave her the fuck alone, dude," his pack brother snarks at him as he settles in beside him on the bed and snags the book he had been reading off his shelf.
Tenor looks over at the cover. An autobiography by Benjamin Franklin.
Fucking gag. Julius wouldn't know good literature if it bit him on the knot.
Eden's eyes flit back and forth between them as if trying to decipher something, her eyes focussing on the places where their bodies were touching.
Physical intimacy wasn't a weird thing in their pack.
They'd bandaged each other up, bathed together, slept together, and fucked girls together for the last ten years.
He thought he probably knew Luke's and Julius' bodies about as well as he knew his own.
"Light's out in ten minutes," Julius mutters without looking up from the page. "What are we going to do about showers?"
Tenor pauses. There was no way they could take her to the communal showers. That was asking for trouble. But towing her around smelling like omega slick wasn't all that smart either.
He looks at the towels. They could drape them over the bunk bed in front of the toilet, give her enough privacy so that she could take a Ke$ha shower at the sink with a washcloth. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing.
Eden looks less than thrilled at his idea when he voices it, but she doesn't complain.
The girl never complained. She looks at the shit excuse of a privacy curtain they set up and doesn't complain.
When the only water that comes out of the metal sink attached to the toilet is ice cold, she doesn't complain then either.
It's nearly impossible not to look back when he listens to the sounds of her undressing and hears the soft sounds of the washcloth pulling across bare skin.
He forces his body over to Luke's bunk, keeping his head resolutely turned towards the bars and decidedly not at the naked omega, even as the little gasping breaths she makes as the frigid water touches her makes him want to gather her in his arms and keep her safe and warm forever.
When her shivering little body approaches Luke's bunk, he shoves himself over as far as he can go against the wall to make room for her to climb in and remake her nest for the evening.
It had broken his heart watching her tear it apart that morning when they had to make up the bunks for the day.
It wasn't worth getting written up for, but the little tear she had shed had made his heart ache.
It wasn't natural for an omega to tear apart a nest. It was a sign something was deeply wrong if she did.
Her skin is cold where it touches his, and he resists the urge to wrap himself around her like an octopus to warm her. He doesn't want to scare her, not when she's finally smelling more relaxed.
Yet he cannot resist the contented rumble that purrs out of his chest as she settles against him, her round ass pressed up against his cock as she slots herself against him. She's the little spoon tonight apparently, and it feels right to have her in his arms.
"You good?" He checks in with her, his voice low.
"Yeah," she responds in a whisper. "Thank you for everything."
"It's the least we could do," he says. "You don't deserve this, Eden."
She doesn't respond and he smells her anxiety spike. Fuck. He tries to make his purr soothing.
"Do you think Luke is okay?" Her voice sounds so concerned for a man she doesn't even know. Is that what has her scent souring so much?
"Yeah, sweetheart. Luke's okay. He's probably catching up on his sleep and getting in some extra workouts. He'll be back soon."
It was a pretty lie. They'd all been to solitary at some point during their incarceration, and he knew Luke was probably pacing in that tiny windowless cell like an animal.
But he wasn't lying that he was okay. All he could feel from the bond with Luke was boredom and muted frustration.
He'd survive. They'd all survived worse.
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Tenor must have fallen asleep at some point, because he wakes up to the most delicious scent he's ever smelled. Mouth-watering. He can taste it on his tongue, all heady and tangy and sweet, like the ripest, softest fruit he's ever smelled. He wants to sink his teeth into it.
His cock is already hard and straining for her against her ass. He can tell she's awake too by how stiff she's holding herself, as if afraid the smallest movement will make him jump her.
Heat spike, he realizes, the word swimming through his head on a cloud of sweet omega slick.
"Eden?" His voice is groggy.
She whines in response, her ass wiggling against his cock in a way that makes it even harder to concentrate. Fuck.
"You want Julius?" he whispers, his head finally catching up to his dick. "I'll wake him for you, is that what you need?"
She stills.
"I don't want to bother him," her voice sounds uncertain. He doesn't have the heart to tell her that being woken up to fuck a heat-spiked omega would probably be the best thing to ever happen to the bastard in his life.
"He won't mind," Tenor finally settles on saying, his lips twitching a little as his voice becomes steadier and the sleep clears. "Or I can try to help."
"O-oh," she says, considering. "No, I don't want to wake him."
"Okay," he responds softly, and his cock twitches eagerly against her. "What did he do that helped you, sweet girl?"
She wiggles more, and he can practically smell her blush on the air. Such a modest little omega, all soft skin and rosy cheeks.
"He uh... used his mouth on me. D-down there. And then he uh... he..."
"You guys had sex?" He feels the need to save her, not wanting her anxiety or embarrassment to make the situation worse.
He feels her nod. Eat her sweet pussy and then fuck her? He can do that.
"Tell me if I do anything you don't like," he says. "I'll stop and we can do something else."
He feels her nod again.
He considers that being woken to fuck a heat-spiked omega might be the best thing to ever happen to him in his whole life too.
Easing her onto her back, he straddles her and begins to slowly ease the zipper of her jumpsuit down as he guides her arms out of the sleeves.
There's no time for teasing or easing her into this if they don't want her scent to wake up their neighbours and give them a supremely unwanted audience. He wouldn't put it past their neighbours to heckle them with commentary, if not worse.
He kisses down her body at every new piece of skin revealed and she whimpers.
As much as he wants to tease her, now is not the time.
"Lift up," he says in a whisper, his hands on her hips. She lifts them and he slides the jumpsuit down over her legs.
Then there's a naked omega in his prison bunk, and he thinks she might be the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his life.
And she's butt ass naked. The most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his entire life is butt ass naked in his prison bunk.
And she smells needy for his cock, making the sweetest little pleading whines in the back of her throat with every exhale.
Was this a dream? Don't fucking wake him if it was. Maybe it was heaven. Maybe he was dead and this was his eternal reward for being such a good boy and killing so many bad guys.
His hands explore her. Every part of her is round and lush and curvy and he fights the urge to sink his teeth into her. Fuck, she was so soft his teeth would probably slide through her like butter.
He spreads her thighs and pushes her knees back towards her torso, spreading her wide for him. In the dim light, he can just make out the delicate glistening folds that frame her sex. Fuck, even her pussy was chubby. This had to be fucking heaven.
He buries his face there, breathing the scent in deeply as he begins to lick and suck his way from her ass to her clit. She still tastes like Julius, and that only makes it even better as he greedily sucks on the flavour of her and his pack brother mixed on his tongue.
She jerks at the feel of his tongue delving against her asshole and he nearly smiles, going back to do it again for good measure. She lets out a confused sounding whine.
He releases her just long enough to smile wolfishly up at her. "You taste so damn good, Eden."
She lets out a flustered sound, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him.