23. Indigo
twenty-three
Indigo
My eyes snap open as if I know the first rays of sunshine hit the horizon. I’m trapped in the middle of them. I look over my shoulder and see that the heavy arm around my waist is Hank’s, while I rest against Nash's chest. Cassidy is tangled with my legs, using my ass as a cushion.
Oh, and they are naked.
It’s all skin, cock, and muscles over here, and I can’t breathe.
Flashes of last night flick through my mind as I try to gulp for air.
I can’t lie to myself. Last night didn’t feel like a quick fuck.
They showed me more pleasure than I knew existed.
I trusted them with my body, and not only that, I confessed they had my trust, and I wasn’t even lying.
Today my skin feels cooler, my head clearer, but my heart? That bitch is confused. I never considered I’d catch feelings. It’s not possible. I’m broken beyond repair. I’m prickly, and I’m scared. Yada, yada, yada.
I’m the Poisonous Omega. Right? Right?
The title sits right with me, as if they cleansed my fucking soul.
Journey told me enough times that I shouldn’t be giving our rapists space in my mind.
I know that I shouldn’t believe a word out of their mouths, but it was hard to distance myself from what they made me.
I believed their words because deep down I have no idea who Indigo No-Last-Name is.
But last night? They undid me. They kissed the woes better, adored me with every touch, and they rearranged my guts in the process.
“Shit.” This was not in the plans.
I sit up, practically jumping off the bed, and the three men wrapped around me shift and wake up, alarmed by my sudden movements.
“What the fuck, Sour Peach? I was using that,” Cassidy groans.
At the same time, Nash sits up beside me. “Are you okay?”
No. I’m not fucking okay. I’m having the biggest freak-out of my life, and looking at their beautiful faces and morning wood is not helping.
Oh yes, I want to jump their bones again, and I can’t even blame the heat this time.
My vagina is still recovering from taking three giant cocks, yet I know if I push my hand down, I’ll find myself wet.
“I need to go to the bathroom.” I jump up and run for the other room, only breathing out when I lock the door between me and the temptation.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The curses spill out of me with ease.
It doesn’t matter what my body is feeling right now. I can’t handle being with someone. I wouldn’t be a good mate. Of course I wouldn’t. All I want is to be left alone.
Remember, Indie? All I want is a house in the middle of nowhere and never see a human for the rest of my life. Just the image has my heart slowing down so I can finally take a full breath.
Having three mates doesn’t quite fit my hermit dream. Though I wouldn’t mind feeling safe like I do with them. And I wouldn’t mind the multiple orgasms they so selfishly share.
Turns out there’s plenty I wouldn’t mind from them, but no, this is not going to work. Of course it’s not. It can’t work. With the obvious resolution in mind, I decide to take a shower. I’m already locked here anyway, so I might as well wash their scent off my skin.
It won’t undo last night. Those memories will burn with me for the rest of my life.
The water helps to clear my mind, and the panic dissolves. These Alphas watched me tremble with need, and they never did anything. I had to practically beg for them to finally fuck me, so if I say I don’t want anything more than last night, I know they will listen.
Please don’t leave me.
Hank’s pleas come rushing and clashing against me, and I close my eyes under the water spray, holding back tears.
I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t want to hurt them.
I fled the motel thinking only of me and my survival, but my time with them changed everything.
I might not be happily skipping toward matehood, but I don’t want to hurt the very people who helped me when I needed it the most. In every sense of the word, they are my heroes.
When I wrap the towel around me, I have the speech ready. I’m going to thank them, but I will stay firmly put in my position. I don’t want mates. I want to be alone. Nodding, I remind myself that I have the right to choose my own fate and open the door.
No swinging cocks anymore. They are all dressed. When I come out of the bathroom, steam all around me, their eyes pin me in place, and all the words I rehearsed disappear in a second.
Would it be so bad having them with me? Could I fit three giants in my remote cabin dream?
“Good morning.” Nash nods. He doesn’t let me reply, which is a first. “I’ll set everything up for you with reception, so you can stay as long as you need.
You can also have the truck. I don’t want to leave you without a vehicle, but I’d prefer it if you call us if you need to go somewhere.
I can send a car, whatever is comfortable, but I don’t want you driving.
It’s dangerous, and you don’t have a license. ”
My head bobs even though his words don’t register. What is he talking about trucks and hotel reception? I shake my head, trying to make sense of it, but he’s not done just yet.
“Please, don’t be shy about ordering room service.” He takes his wallet from his pocket, the same wallet I took money from, and my cheeks turn red. “I’m leaving this card with you, so use it.”
The credit card goes on the small table, along with a note with their phone numbers.
I watch it all in confusion, and it’s not until he glances at the door that I truly understand what is happening.
They are leaving me. They are giving me my freedom, the thing I always wanted.
I have a truck, an unlimited stay in the hotel, and a credit card.
What the hell?
"I don't want to abuse your generosity,” I say instead of the other million things going through my mind.
Cassidy chuckles. “You know who his parents are?”
I shake my head. I barely think about parents, and I don’t want to think about who had to be raped to get me into this world.
“Knotted Hearts.” Cassidy smirks.
Nash rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t deny. Shit, I used to live in captivity until four months ago, and I even heard about them. They are country legends. Their hit Wildflowers and Whiskey got me through many days doing chores around the breeding house.
“Money is not a problem.” Nash shrugs.
“Meaning, his family is loaded.” Cassidy laughs.
I like his laughter. Nash pushes him on his shoulder, rolling his eyes, and the pressure against my sternum only intensifies. Panic oozes off me. I know it does enough to change my perfume because they all suddenly look at me in alert.
I wave them away. “Don’t worry about me. Just a lot of changes…”
“You can always go back to the motel,” Hank says.
No. That sounds worse somehow. I can’t go back to the motel and see them every day and pretend this never happened. How can I watch them taking care of the other Omegas without feeling irrationally jealous? That won’t work. I shake my head and hug myself.
“If it’s okay for me to stay here until I decide my next step…”
“It is.” Nash nods. “You stay and think about it and then call me. Whatever you want, you can have it. I’ll work on an ID for you.
We’ve waited long enough for the Alliance.
I’m going to take matters into my own hands.
If anything, this incident showed us it’s dangerous to leave you all so vulnerable. ”
This incident. Ouch. It hurts to hear him call our scent-match that. I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I have everything I’ve ever wanted, and it’s making me ill.
Nash gives me a few more instructions, and I barely listen. I have the fucking world in my hands, and I hate it, but I know it must be just the lingering feelings after last night. Soon, I’ll realize this is for the best.
When they finish talking, I’m frozen in place, holding my towel for dear life as one by one they kiss me on my forehead and leave the room. Oh god, this is horrible. It feels more than empty. Not just the room but my fucking soul, and I hate it.
How can this be right? Don’t I deserve freedom? I put clothes on, pretending that tears are not streaming down my cheeks, and then I leave the room.
Out in the hall, at least I can breathe without tasting them in the air. I’m not hungry, but I could go for a coffee. It's been days since I had a good cup of coffee, so I dry my tears and start with my new life.
The halls and elevator are empty. I approach it all with different eyes now that I’m not running for my life.
I brush my hair out of my face and take a deep breath.
Feels like a lifetime ago when I planned to run into Dallas and hide with the crowd.
Now that I don’t need to hide, being in the city is the last thing I want.
I have a choice. I can grab a map and make plans.
When the elevator door opens, I take the left to the restaurant, but the hairs on my arms lift with awareness, and my steps falter.
“I can smell an Omega,” a rough voice spits.
My heart drops to my stomach, and I take cover, plastering my back to the wall, taking a breath before I’m brave enough to look around the corner where four Alphas talk.
I know an Alpha when I see one. I don’t need to have their nose since their sheer size is a giveaway. They aren’t as big as Hank, but still, they’re not a regular-sized man. Why did I never consider bumping into a pack?
“The pack was here. Everyone and their mother were talking about the stupid cowboy and their horses. I can smell them,” the other says.
“If they left, they got their Omega.”
“If the rumors are true,” the last one says, “the escaped Omegas are somewhere here. We can have our fucking pick and bring the rest back so boss will be happy with us.”
I don’t need to hear any more. I run, and I run fast.