Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Quincy
Watching Jack sing up on the stage at the surprisingly large theater in Norwalk was an amazing experience.
He truly had the most beautiful, baritone singing voice.
Since the theater company was auditioning for their entire season and he didn’t have to sing a specific song, he picked the song from Les Mis. And he was stunning.
“Thank you, Mr. Battenburg,” the woman leading the auditions called up to him once he was finished with the monolog that he somehow had memorized without having to study it. “We’ll be giving you a call.”
I snorted at the fake name Jack had given them, but apparently, his family was famous and he didn’t want to say who he really was. I had recognized his dad’s face, but couldn’t place it, and since I still didn’t know Jack’s actual surname, I wasn’t putting the pieces together.
I wasn’t even trying to put the pieces together. I was still in heat, and it was all I could do to sit at the back of the theater, knees drawn up and feet on the chair, hugging myself tightly to keep the beautiful and monstrous feelings from getting the best of me.
I had no idea how I was keeping my shit together, to be honest. My insides were a mess.
I had the delicious, sore feeling that always came with marathon heat sex, but the rest of the pain I was experiencing, the pain of wanting something desperately and being cut off from it, had me barely able to catch my breath or hold a thought in my head.
“How was I?” Jack asked when he joined me at the back of the theater.
“Sensational,” I said, leaping up out of my seat, and nearly falling flat on my face, since my arms and legs didn’t seem to want to coordinate themselves. “You’re going to get all the leads in everything they’ve got planned.”
Jack laughed and rubbed the back of his neck with a self-effacing look. “I’m really out of practice. I flubbed the lines in that monologue a few times.”
“No, it was great!” I said, throwing my arms around him and clinging to him, mostly because I wanted to suck in deep lungfuls of his oceany scent. “I didn’t even notice that you did anything wrong.”
I wouldn’t have noticed if he’d stood on one foot, shouting gibberish naked.
Strike that. I definitely would have noticed that he was naked.
Jack closed his arms around me and breathed in my scent the way I’d sucked in his. “Your next wave is starting,” he said in a low, suggestive voice.
It wasn’t a question or his way of being polite and deferential with me, like he’d been the night before. In less than twenty-four hours, Jack had not only gotten to know my biology, he’d grown in confidence by leaps and bounds.
“Yeah,” I said heavily. “It’s been driving me out of my mind for the last fifteen minutes at least.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” Jack whispered, sweeping me toward the door, then out through the lobby and into the parking lot, where the RV waited in a lovely, sunny corner. “I didn’t have to get up there and do all that. Not while you needed me.”
“I needed to hear you sing,” I said, grinning like an idiot as we picked up our pace on our way to the RV.
“I’ll sing for you whenever you want me to,” Jack said. “I’ll sing you through your heat, if you’d like.”
I laughed out loud at that, but had to stop myself, since the urge to laugh hysterically and uncontrollably was almost too much.
“Later,” I said as we stepped up into the RV, then locked the door behind us. I tugged at the hem of his shirt as I backed him into the bedroom. “Right now, I need your cock in me to satisfy this insatiable hunger.”
“I can definitely do that,” Jack said in a low growl, pulling at my clothes as well.
On the way to the bedroom, we passed the table, where we’d both left our phones before heading into the audition.
They hadn’t stopped ringing and pinging and buzzing all morning, and neither of us wanted to bother everyone trying to audition.
Jack’s phone was ringing again now, and I caught a flash of “Dad” on the face-up screen.
“You want to answer that?” I asked breathlessly, fumbling with the fastenings of Jack’s trousers.
“No,” Jack answered definitively.
That was the end of that. We continued on to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way.
There were other clothes from earlier, not to mention a few dirty towels, scattered along the hallway leading to the bedroom.
The bedroom itself had seen better days.
Jack had made an attempt to tidy things up after each heat wave, but it would take a lot more than tucking the sheets back in and moving the bottle of spermicide to the side table to make the RV presentable.
“Fuck, I need you,” I gasped once I had Jack naked.
I dropped to my knees as the back of his legs bumped against the side of the bed and reached for his cock.
Less than twenty-four hours, and already the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth was like home.
I licked and sucked the tip for a moment, earning an appreciative rumble from Jack, before plunging on his length and taking him to the back of my throat.
It was sexy and heady and everything an omega in heat could desire. My body responded with relish to the way my throat stretched and my heart raced. My womb throbbed with the need to drink in his seed and make his baby.
But underneath all those hot-as-sin things, the gaping hole and the agony was already growing.
“I can’t—” Jack gasped, grabbing my hair, then proceeded to spill a load of cum down my throat.
I loved it. It felt so good. I swallowed it all, embracing the warm, comforting feeling of having his seed inside me.
My inner omega sobbed in desperation. He wanted Jack, too. He wanted Jack like he hadn’t wanted anything since—
I pulled back, stifling a groan of misery and the tears that stung at my eyes.
No. I was absolutely not going to let Chester ruin this amazing experience.
The bastard was trapped forever in my thoughts anyhow, especially when I was in heat, but I refused to let him spoil the best thing I’d had since he’d destroyed me.
“More,” I gasped, rising shakily to my feet and pushing Jack back onto the bed.
I climbed over him, straddling his hips, but instead of impaling myself on his thick cock and riding him until the wave was over, Jack grabbed me around the waist and flipped our positions.
“I’ll give you more, omega,” he said, a light of desire and fun in his eyes that had been growing steadily since we’d escaped Kincade Slopes.
Finally, as we’d always intended to do by signing up for the omega auction, Jack rolled me to my stomach and grabbed my hips to yank them up. I let out a soft cry as my body gave up entirely to whatever he wanted to do to me.
What he wanted to do was push my legs open and pry my cheeks apart so he could lick and lap at the slick dripping from me.
He grabbed the bottle of spermicide, too, then spent a few, wild minutes teasing the gel into my hole and bringing me close to the edge of orgasm over and over without letting me take it.
He owned me. He was my alpha, and I was his to do whatever he wanted to do with me. For years, since the sever, I’d fought hard to keep control of myself and my body, even when I was in heat, by having the stuffing reamed out of me by some nameless alpha.
But this was Jack. This was the alpha who’d escaped with me, who’d embraced the freedom he’d never dared to take with me. This was a man with a voice like a god and a body like one, too.
Jack was everything I’d ever dreamed of in an alpha.
He was everything I could never have. The pleasure of him filling me as he finally pushed his cock inside me and all the way up to hit repeatedly against the mouth of my womb was dazzling and terrible.
I started coming, but it felt as though acid were pulsing through my body instead of light.
And then came the worst of it. As Jack let out the most sinful cry of orgasm, his knot swelling, the head of his cock punched through to my womb.
His seed spilled into me, but instead of the ecstasy of a breeding orgasm, I felt like my soul was being smashed against a wall of glass bricks over and over.
The pain was like nothing I’d ever known.
Every part of me was burning as it sliced to bits on the void that had been left by the sever.
Instead of touching the heavens, I was plunged into the depths of hell.
I couldn’t tell if Jack felt it or not. That was the whole, miserable point, really.
I should have merged with him. Even if we didn’t fully bond, with a breeding orgasm, our souls should have embraced.
The moment was supposed to be a cosmic reward for continuing the species and for making a connection.
I came down from the high feeling like I’d been dragged behind the RV for a mile. Jack lay behind me, his knot still in me and his large body surrounding mine, but he didn’t try to stroke or cajole aftershock orgasms from me. He must have felt something was wrong, too.
“What just happened,” he gasped, proving my point.
Had I thought the blocked breeding orgasm was the worst of it? That wasn’t even close.
My heat was over.
Just like that, after less than twenty-four hours, the whole thing had ended abruptly. And it wasn’t because I’d conceived.
I roared into a sob of grief so loud and ferocious that Jack flinched.
I couldn’t stop myself. The cruelty of it all was horrible.
I wept and screamed as I turned my face into the pillow and clutched a hand over my womb and the place where it felt like my capacity to bond had its seat, even though it was supposed to be in my brainstem.
I couldn’t stand this feeling. I couldn’t live with this anymore. I was broken. Parts of me had been ripped away, and I would never get them back. I would never be enough for Jack, never be the omega he deserved. I would never be myself again.