Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Quincy
Emotionally unstable.
Prone to irresponsible behavior.
Decreased self-regulation.
Erratic thoughts.
Lack of boundaries.
The list of after-effects to severing a bond that I’d been handed by the practitioner who had performed the procedure was long and terrifying. Of course, they’d only given it to me after the painful, hour-long surgery was complete.
“Don’t worry about it,” Chester had told me without being able to look me in the eyes as we sat in the dingy recovery room with its peeling wallpaper and crooked-hung pictures. “I hardly feel a thing.”
I hadn’t had the energy to glare at him. The surgery had exhausted me and left me with a splitting headache. Probably because my skull had literally been cracked open so they could insert the probe to fry that part of my brainstem.
The procedure was much easier for alphas, of course.
Nothing had to be done to them at all. Once the bond was severed from the omega’s side, it snapped back into the alpha, like a rubber band.
Chester had been told he would likely suffer from occasional migraines for the rest of his life, but alphas had few emotional side effects.
Like omegas, they would never be able to bond again, but that was little consolation.
Never able to bond again.
At the time, that had been the least of my worries. I’d been so traumatized by Chester and his coldhearted demands that I hadn’t wanted anything to do with alphas ever again. I’d barely wanted to be in the same room with my Dad and my brother Paul.
Until my first heat after the sever.
Hell was too light a word for what that had felt like.
Biology was a bitch.
Because omegas were naturally inclined to connection and nurturing. We were programmed for relationships and caring. The urge to conceive and bear children was closely followed by the imperative to find an alpha to bond with.
All that had been stolen from me.
I sniffled and wiped my face against the pillow, feeling guilty for leaving a thin snot trail there. Morning sunlight peeked around the edges of the blinds that blocked the bedroom of Mads and Benny’s luxury RV from the rest of the cold world.
Jack was warm and solid in the bed beside me. His knot had gone down after he’d fallen asleep and I’d pulled away, intending to keep to myself on the other side of the bed. I couldn’t stop myself from slinking back against him and hugging his large frame like it was my lifeboat in a storm.
He smelled so good. The complexity of his wet rocks and ocean scent was fascinating. The salt of his skin when I licked it filled my senses even more. He was so sweet and kind as well. Way more than I was used to from alphas.
Then again, I’d been deliberately only hanging out with the wrong alphas for the last few years, and then only when I absolutely had to be near one.
I wanted to be near Jack. That was the problem.
It was a huge, huge problem.
I sniffled again, trying desperately to stop the tears that I’d been wallowing in for the last hour. Jack would wake up soon, and I didn’t want him to see me like this.
I wrenched myself away from him and rolled to the side and out of bed. I had to pee anyhow, and I tiptoed through the narrow, open doorway, then pivoted around a tight corner and into the closet-like bathroom.
RVs were pretty cool, when all was said and done. We weren’t hooked up to water or electricity or anything, but the toilet was one of those weird things that stored waste until a tank could be emptied, so it worked.
Jack was just waking up when I crept back into the bedroom. “Hey,” he said, breaking into a warm, lazy smile for me.
It cut like a jagged knife through my heart. The throbbing pain of that instinctive part of me that was desperate to bond was horrific. I couldn’t hide the wince that the feeling brought to my face.
“You okay?” Jack asked, muscling himself up to one arm and studying me with concern.
“Yeah,” I lied, scrambling back into bed so I could plaster myself against his warmth. “Just cold.”
“It is cold,” Jack said, closing his arms around me.
He breathed in my scent deeply, and I felt his cock harden against my thigh.
Then he froze, snapped his eyes wide, and said, “We have to get farther away before anyone realizes we’ve gone.”
Meaning he wanted to get as far from his disgusting father as fast as possible.
“Yeah, we do,” I said, pretending to be thrilled by the chase. I’d gotten damn good at pretending everything was fine and I was filled with a lust for life. “I think you dropped the bag with our clothes in the other part of the RV.”
I got up under the excuse of going to fetch it. As soon as I was away from Jack, I grimaced with pain and gripped my gut at the twin feelings of another heat wave whispering and the need to be as physically close to my alpha as poss—
Shit. I was subconsciously referring to Jack as my alpha already.
Well, he wasn’t, and he never would be, thanks to fucking Chester.
“I packed sweatpants and a more comfortable shirt,” Jack said, following me out of the bedroom.
I schooled my expression and turned to rake his naked body with a lascivious grin as he moved into the light.
It didn’t take much pretending to drool over Jack.
He was beautiful and healthy. His skin was flushed, probably in response to my heat, but there was no denying that he took care of himself.
“The bag’s right over here,” I said, reaching for it as inner warmth started to spread through me. “I can probably wear my clothes from yesterday. It’s not like I had them on much anyhow.” I laughed.
“I guess not,” Jack said with an adorable amount of sheepishness.
I fetched my clothes from the passenger’s seat at the front of the RV while Jack dressed. Once we were both clothed, Jack slipped into the driver’s seat and turned on the RV, which meant turning on the heat, too, thankfully.
“I don’t really know how these things work,” Jack said once we were both buckled in, backing out of the gravel area we’d parked in for my heat wave. “There’s got to be a way to keep the heat on while we’re parked, right?
I laughed when I saw it was the same trailer area where the omegas taking part in the auction had arrived to begin their playtime. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”
As Jack found our way onto the main road, and then onto the highway heading west, I searched around for some sort of manual explaining the RVs features. Luckily, there was one in the glove compartment.
“The RV has a battery, but I don’t know how charged it is,” I said, increasingly breathless as the warmth from my incoming heat wave made it harder and harder for me to concentrate.
“We should really stop at someplace that has RV hookups to make sure it’s fully charged and that we have enough water. ”
“Well, we’re on an interstate highway, so there should be someplace like that nearby,” Jack reasoned.
I nodded quickly, breathing fast as biology took over. “Not sure I can wait that long,” I panted.
Jack glanced to the side, his eyes wide. He then broke into a wide smile. “Need me to pull over?” he asked, like having heat sex on the side of the road would be the most fun he’d had in years.
His giddy excitement was contagious. Mostly because I could tell the idea of doing something so naughty was new and invigorating for him. Whatever kind of life Jack lived in his high society world when he wasn’t attending Dark Fantasies Club events, it must have been boring and tedious.
“Yes,” I gasped, already fumbling with the fastening of my seatbelt. “Fuck, I need your cock in me right now.”
“Okay, well, we can’t do anything while I’m driving, so—whoa!”
Jack laughed and pulled over immediately into the shoulder as I crawled out of my seat and over to straddle him. It was probably dangerous—Prone to irresponsible behavior, decreased self-regulation—but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Now, now!” I panted, pushing the waistband of his sweatpants down. “I need your cum now!”
He never had a chance to take his seatbelt off. I pushed at his sweatpants enough to free his erection, then managed some gymnastic moves to get my pants down around my thighs enough to impale myself on him.
It was ridiculous and mind-blowing. I was folded in a tight V, my ankles up around his shoulders and the headrest of his driver’s seat.
He kept his hands gripped on the steering wheel as I braced myself as best I could and bounced on him with as much leverage as I could muster.
The seatbelt limited Jack’s range of movement, but he was still able to bury himself all the way inside me and thrust a little.
It felt so good that I leaned back on the steering wheel. Great in theory, but I hit the horn every time I jerked, which meant it blared in time to his thrusts. God only knew what the people zooming past us on the highway thought.
“Yes, fuck, yes!” I shouted as the head of his cock hitting against my closed womb sent me into orgasm. “Right there! Right there!”
Jack made the sexiest, most possessive sound, and his knot swelled, locking us together. I swore I could feel the pressure of his cum blasting out and hitting against the mouth of my womb.
I wanted him deeper in me. I wanted his seed to take hold in me and make a baby.
I wanted that broken part of me to suddenly be whole so that I could feel those magical, heady swirls of connectedness uniting my soul to my alpha’s.
Chester had turned out to be the biggest asshole who ever lived, but at the time, when we were still in love and I believed in the goodness of people, that moment when we’d bonded had been amazing.
“Shit!” Jack gasped as the intensity of the moment began to subside. “I think the cop that just passed us is suspicious.”