39. Chase
39
Chase
I need to quit smoking.
Since Nora was taken, it's ramped up to even more dangerous levels. There is a culture around nicotine in kitchens, but that doesn't mean I need to be a part of it anymore. I mean, fuck, it's hard to find anyone in a kitchen who doesn't smoke, but if anyone can do it, I know I can. Especially for her.
I don't know if Nora even knows that I smoke. Maybe she smells it on me. But regardless I am tired of sneaking around in hopes she doesn't find out.
I need to quit, but I have to admit it's hard right now.
Nora oscillates between breaking down and crying and being hypersexual, crawling all over us. We do our best to keep her placated without making her feel rejected. Nolan has called a trauma therapist for advice, and she said it's a pretty normal and expected reaction. A way for her to reclaim what was taken with someone safe who she knows won't hurt her.
We all know her heat is coming sooner rather than later. It's been over a month now since she stopped taking suppressants, and it feels weird, but it's like we're literally counting the days.
I've been cooking a lot to relieve my stress. It's hard in this tiny, basic kitchen at the safe house, but I manage the best I can. Nora joins me a lot, acting as my sous chef and doing a killer job. We manage to put together almost gourmet meals for our pack out of the basic groceries the MC club delivers to us.
We're sitting down to a dinner of balsamic roasted pork loin, smashed potatoes, and garlic green beans when Nolan's phone rings.
He puts it on speaker.
"Nolan, glad I caught you. I wanted to make you aware that Dr. Greene is pushing hard to get warrants for the arrest of the whole pack, not just Chase." It's Alicia, our lawyer.
"What grounds does he have for that?"
"There isn't really a lot of precedence here. He's claiming that Nora is his property. He's fighting for you all to be arrested for theft."
All of us are speaking at once.
"How can we be charged with theft?"
"Theft of what?"
"What the fuck is he talking about?"
It's Nora's calm voice that breaks through all of our male noise. "I'm his property, aren't I?"
"Unfortunately, that's the narrative they're pushing. It turns out he paid your mother a considerable sum for the egg that created you. From the moment you were conceived, she was considered a surrogate, and you and your genetic material were the property of Dr. Greene. The Clinic is distancing itself, saying it had no idea about it. I'm not sure if I believe it."
Alicia's voice is drenched in disgust at the situation, and suddenly, I've lost my appetite. But I have to know. "What are they valuing her at?"
"Five million dollars."
"Well, at least it's not ten grand. I'd be offended if that were the case," Nora deadpans.
"Not funny, sweetie," Nolan says, pulling his hand down his face. "What's our play here, Alicia? They can't possibly consider her an object?"
"Again, no real precedence here. It's going to go before a judge before it even gets to the stage of warrants. I was hoping I could convince Nora to testify."
Again, it's an explosion of voices.
"Absolutely not!"
"He could take her again!"
"He doesn't deserve to lay eyes on her."
And my favorite, which is the one I shout, "I'll kill him for even breathing the same air as her."
And once again, Nora is the voice of reason. "I'll do it," she says. "But I want to be bonded first."
"They haven't set the hearing yet. Are you close to your heat?" Alicia asks.
The strongest bonds happen during a heat, which is why Omegas are encouraged to go off suppressants as soon as they find their packs. But I don't like that we may have to leave her being bonded up to chance based on when a court date is scheduled.
"She's pretty close," Levi says, grabbing Nora's hand. "She's been off suppressants a month now."
"I'll stall the best I can then. But Nora, you'd have to come alone. If it goes sideways, they'll arrest the guys if they're here. I could probably argue that you get sent home with your mother instead of Dr. Greene."
"My mother is in on this," Nora spits. "She's handed me over to him once. She'll do it again."
"Well, fuck."
"Yeah," Nora sighs, folding her hands in front of her on the table. "I did have an idea, though."
I extricate myself from the bed and slip out the door. The whole pack has taken to sleeping in one room, with four of us squeezed tightly in the bed and two on the floor. I nearly trip over Joey on my way out but manage to make it to the back patio undetected for a cigarette.
"This is your last one," I tell myself, lighting the tip and looking at the cherry glowing in the dark of the night. "You gotta cut out the habit for Nora."
"Nora appreciates it."
I spin around and see my Omega leaning against the doorway, her shoulder-length hair rumpled from sleep, Joey's giant shirt hanging off her shoulder, and falling almost to her knees. I wish she'd wear my clothes like that, but Joey's are the only ones that fit her like a dress.
It's fucking cute.
I stub the cigarette out, ashamed I got caught. "I really do mean it, I'm done."
"I believe you," she says, walking closer to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. "Though I thought that maybe I'd need to manipulate you into it."
Shame floods my face. "Nora, I'm so sorry about all of that, you have to believe me. I was working through my own hang-ups."
She rises up on her toes and kisses me gently. "I know, Alpha."
I turn her fully to face me and yank her body hard against my own. I growl under my voice, "What's a tiny little Omega like you doing outside with a big bad Alpha at night?"
Shivers wrack Nora's body, and she whines. "Making bad decisions."
"The worst decisions. You could get stolen." She inhales sharply, and I realize what I said. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking…"
She silences me with a finger on my lips. "Can't steal me if you don't catch me." And she takes off, darting through the backyard. It's fenced, so it's not like she can get far, but I still take off after her at full speed, the thrill of a chase allowing my Alpha to take over and run the show.
I run in the opposite direction, heading towards the front of the house to meet her, but when I get around the front, she's not there. I retrace my steps and still don't see her, and start to panic, my chest tightening up. Before I can go into a complete meltdown and run for the other guys, I hear a rustling in the shrubs surrounding the AC unit. I run the other way, planning to loop back around and surprise her. She's creeping out of her hiding spot when I tiptoe up behind her.
Wrapping my arms around her middle, I toss her to the ground, using my body to cushion her fall before I roll her over onto her belly. Pressing my body tightly against her back, I drag my teeth across her neck. "It appears I caught myself an Omega. You're a naughty little thing for running away from me, princess."
She wiggles underneath me, her ass pressed directly on my cock, all of my blood rushing from my head to below my belt. "Whatever are you going to do with me?" she says with false fear in her voice. I'm not sure what's come over her, but this has her inner Omega written all over it, and my Alpha is positively feral for it.
I'm not sure if this is something trauma therapists would find healthy or not, but fuck, I can smell Nora's arousal, so if she's happy to continue, so am I. "I should teach you a lesson for trying to escape your Alpha," I growl. She whines and shoves her ass directly into my crotch, her Omega trying to present itself to me. I feel such relief knowing that she is allowing her Omega to take some control back that I can barely contain myself.
I rip Joey's shirt at the neck and pull it off her body, leaving her bare in just a tiny pair of pink panties.
I'll buy Joey a new shirt.
I used the shreds of the shirt to tie her arms behind her back and then sit back. "Present for your Alpha, Omega," I growl while palming my cock.
She struggles but manages to get her knees underneath her body and shove her ass in the air for me. I lean forward and bite the back of her thigh, careful not to break the skin, and she whimpers. Slick is soaking through her underwear, and the scent of it is intoxicating.
"I believe I was promised a lesson," she purrs, wiggling her ass.
"I should've known I was dealing with a brat," I say, swatting her ass. It's just hard enough enough to make a sound, and I expect a little gasp of shock. Instead, she rewards me with a low, drawn-out moan. "Oh, princess, did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, Alpha," she pants.
I smack her ass again, and she groans, wiggling herself into my touch. I'm practically bursting out of my pants at the realization my sweet Omega really is a little masochist like I suspected.
I don't push too hard, but I do spank her quite a bit, regularly checking in and asking her what color she is. My mind spins with all the potential, the possibilities that we can explore together.
When she's ready, I've got a paddle at home with her name on it.
Not literally, but I've got a wood-burning tool, so that's easy to fix.
Eventually, her slick is shining on her thighs, her ass is cherry red, and I'm about to bust in my fucking pants, so I rip her panties down and drag my tongue up her slit. She tastes sweet, not quite like she smells, but there are hints of it there. I suck her clit between my teeth and nibble, and she falls apart. Her hips sway like she's going to fall out of presentation, so I steady them with my hands.
"Alpha," she pants, lifting her head up from the grass the best she can. "Please, can I have your knot?"
It's my undoing. I've always prided myself on my control, but Nora makes me lose all semblance of it. I shove my pants down and grab the base of my cock and run it up her dripping cunt, bumping the head on her clit. She moans and pushes backward, so I smack her ass again. "Hey, greedy Omega, you'll get what I give you when I give it to you. This isn't about you and what you want. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Alpha," she groans, troubling to keep still.
Putting both of us out of our misery, I notch myself in her opening and slide in slowly, fighting hard not to bottom out in one thrust. "More," she whines, destroying my control. I pound into her roughly, pushing her face forward until it rests on the grass.
"Color," I pant as I continue to push into her. I'm trying hard to hold myself back for her sake, but every instinct I have is commanding me to rut into her with abandon.
"Green, green, green," she chants, pushing her ass back towards me and meeting me stroke for stroke. Her absolutely feral need for me has me losing my already tenuous grasp on my control.
With her arms tied behind her back and her ass in the air, it's easy to keep her face completely pinned to the grass, but still, I throw my leg up and rest my foot between her shoulder blades so she's rooted to the spot. At this angle, I'm able to push even deeper inside her, and I let go, rutting hard and fast as she screams and bucks beneath me.
"Color!" I shout through gritted teeth, not wanting to stop but knowing I could if she needs me to.
"Green, and don't you dare fucking stop!" she shouts at me as I slow, awaiting her response.
What a time to hear my poised little princess drop the f-bomb.
Soon, she's convulsing against me, an orgasm ripping screams out of her chest.
Sorry, suburbia, I'm claiming my Omega. I don't give a fuck about your sleep.
I come with a bellow, my knot swelling and locking us together. Which, in retrospect, may have been a bad call since we're outside in the fucking grass, and it's almost sunrise.
Gently, I untie her wrists and rub her arms to help her circulation come back. I band my arms around her chest and roll us to our sides, spooning her on the dew-drenched grass.
"That was so fun," she says on an exhale, her voice slightly hoarse. "I may have grass in my teeth, though."
"Occupational hazard," I laugh, kissing her on her neck. "You feeling okay?"
"Better than, why?"
"You said fuck."
She laughs. "I did. The Perfect Omega doesn't swear. Nora, getting fucked into the grass by her stubborn Alpha, does."
I kiss up the back of her neck again, my hands roaming all over the front of her body. "I can't believe you're mine," I sigh, inhaling her strawberry shortcake scent. She snuggles into my arms, and we fall asleep in the grass, waking up only when the sprinklers kick on, and we run inside, soaking wet, naked, and laughing.
I love her so fucking much.