Seventeen
Being awoken by a full bladder isn’t the most exciting thing to happen to me this week, but I guess after the absolute wreckage of my body, compliments of Calloway and Edric, I’m due for some normalcy to remind me I’m still mortal.
Even now, lying in bed, naked, between two stacked alphas that exhausted themselves into a sex coma, I’m realizing it’s as part of daily life with packs as breathing and eating. Necessary and…fun.
It’s kind of cute to watch Calloway and Edric wrap their arms around each other in my absence, too out of it to realize I escaped.
It’s tempting to stay awhile and watch, to get my fill of how affectionate they are, even to each other, when they want to be.
I’m relieved that the alphas I had constructed in my head, the ones that were cruel and just wanted me to suffer, were mere figments.
The real alphas are warm-hearted and are quietly desperate to be loved and have an instinct driven need to show affection almost as strongly as I am to receive it.
Why are there so many doors in this room?
I thought somebody mentioned nearly every bedroom had its own bathroom but imagine my surprise when I open a dark blue door that does not lead to a bathroom at all, but another bedroom containing a very wired and very constrained Anderson.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
I shut the door quietly behind me, tilting my head and not bothering to feel ashamed for standing in front of him, nude.
He looks crazed. Hair disheveled and sweaty, muscles bulging all over his torso, wrists slightly…bloodied…oh, he’s been trying to escape this jail for some time.
He doesn’t say a word as I drift closer, his frenzied eyes shining an odd color. Instead of their normal hazel color, there’s a golden ring in the center, nearly glowing. “Is your alpha in control right now, Anderson?”
I step closer, thighs brushing the edge of the bed. His eyes go straight to the soft hair covering my pussy, then he lets out a menacing growl. “Omega…you…shouldn’t be in here…right now. I want to do terrible things to you.”
An amused laugh escapes me at the irony of it. “So now you’re trying to distance yourself because you want me too much? You need to make up your mind, Alpha.”
Bladder really incessantly irritating me, I aim myself towards the small restroom I spy in the corner, spending a minute to clean myself up with the stack of fresh and clean washcloths in a tidy basket. Being knotted by two alphas in succession is quite messy, apparently.
When I’m all washed up, I walk back out to the captive I’m commandeering, braiding my hair over my shoulder in an attempt to get it off my neck.
When I turn to take in the room, I realize I missed the most important feature of this odd bedroom; the one-way glass giving an intimate look into Calloway’s room.
I step to the window, mind racing as I put a hand against it. I thought this was a giant mirror when I was in there before. A little kinky, sure, but this? This is intriguing.
“You were in here the whole time, weren’t you? Well, how about that?”
A pained groan escapes Anderson as I shift my weight, my ass cheeks flexing slightly at the movement.
Oh, right, I was in the middle of doing something. “Did you enjoy the show? What did we learn from our actions?”
“That I’m a dumbass and I’m sorry. I was struggling with things that had nothing to do with you, and I deserve to be kicked in the dick.”
Speaking of said dick…it’s peeking out the top of his jeans.
They’re riding low on his hips, and with his current state of immobility, I can imagine the only way he might have gotten any sort of friction while watching us essentially perform for him, would be to use that waistband as a fuck toy.
His whole ass is nearly exposed underneath him, likely from him rubbing it against the mattress in an attempt to get the waistband of his jeans to rub up and down his dick.
He’s clearly gotten himself somewhat stuck though, because the tip of it is quite an alarming shade of purple, swelling, as the material is being stretched to his limits with his knot fully inflated behind the zipper.
Can’t ignore the large pile of dried splooge all over his stomach, cementing his t-shirt to his skin, either.
“You stare at that thing any more and you’ll be the one to get a show,” he warns. His voice is still gravelly, breathing intense.
“You really think you’d be able to come just from me standing next to you?”
He tips his head back, focusing on his breathing as if he’s in intense pain. Well, he probably is. For all I care, he can stay that way until he’s nicer to me.
“It’s your godsdamn scent and the image branded into my brain of your legs splayed wide fucking open and your cunt stretched over their knots.
I can’t stop replaying your screams echoing inside my skull, or how thinking about how fucking perfect your face is when it goes lax right as their knot wedged inside of you and plugged you up. ”
I consider all this, looking him over then start for the door out. “Alright, thanks for the chat. Catch you later.”
“Stop!”
I grin to myself before spinning around, painting another mask of innocence onto my face as I bat my eyelashes at him. “Yes? Need something?”
He swallows and tenses his jaw again, all the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief. “I need you to come closer and I need to ap-apologize for being a dick to you. You didn’t deserve what I said, and none of it was true.”
I waver my hand back and forth. “Eh. I am a bit…unstable. That part was true.”
“Bite me.”
“Well, that’s rude. And here you were doing so good in your crappy apology.”
To my absolute shock, he bares his neck to me, eyes pleading with me. “I’m not trying to be glib. I’m…struggling with my alpha. I’m so new to this whole vampire thing, and I got in my head. I want you, Fable, nothing else matters. I’ve seen the error of my ways. Please put me out of my misery.”
“You’re only saying this now because you want your dick sucked.”
He wiggles his hips around more, because apparently just me saying the word ‘dick’ did something for him. I step closer.
“I’m not. I had to watch two other alphas run their hands all over you for what felt like hours, and the whole thing was fucking torture. I should have been a part of that.”
“You should have. But all the issues you brought up earlier are unresolved. You haven’t met other vampires, and we could be lying to you.
” I sit on the edge of the bed, heat trying to rise to my cheeks when he finally, shamelessly checks out my chest. Thoroughly.
Then his hips start going again, and his poor cock is being strangled in such an ugly way, and now I’m worried he’s going to cause permanent damage to it and I won’t get to play with it later, because the waistband of his jeans are so damn tight that he’s got to be losing blood flow.
“For fuck’s sake. Do I have permission to touch you?”
His eyes bug out and he nods frantically, though his face tells me he expects this to be a trap. Honestly, it might be. I haven’t quite decided yet.
He helps me out by lifting his hips up, allowing me to straighten out the pants before unbuttoning them and pulling them to his ankles, and my first instinct is to kiss the rubbed raw parts that chafed against the jeans, because he’s mine to take care of whether he wants the job or not.
“What are you doing? You don’t owe me anything.”
Something clicks into place then. “Did Winslow make stuff transactional for you?”
He shrugs, which is answer enough.
“You might not be ready for what a bond entails, and I don’t feel great about giving you one when you’re backed into a corner like this.
So, what I’m going to do is take care of you the best way an omega can, and I’m going to make myself be patient for you, because that’s better for you.
I’m not unreasonable, Anderson, I’m just really fucking into you, and bonding is the only way I know how to show that; but you’re not taking good care of yourself right now, so the bad alpha needs his omega to give him relief.
Not because I want something from you, or because I feel like I owe it to you to give you what you need, but because I want to. Have you ever knotted anyone before?”
I silently beg him to say no, repeatedly, with my eyes closed, until he gives me the answer I was hoping for. “No. And I can’t promise I even know what to do with that newer part of my anatomy.”
I grab a wet cloth from the bathroom and pull his boxers down, scrubbing his skin clean.
Handling him in this way, I have to lean over and inhale the rich, intense smell of him.
Sharp cedar leaf perfectly blended with a calming, almost sweet lavender, making my head buzz and my thighs tense.
His knot is mottled from being in a prolonged state of arousal for so long, and I lean forward to kiss that as well, dragging my nipples across the hair dusted on his upper thighs, inhaling him again. “You smell like mine.”
“And you smell like fucking heaven. Before I was turned, I never knew scents could play such a pivotal role in attraction, but I knew from the first day I found you we’d fit together beautifully.”
“Should we test that out?”
“I don’t feel like I’m in a position to dictate that. Not with how I fucked up. I’m not going to be a dumbass and tell you not to, though.”
There’s my Anderson.
I straddle his legs before realizing that we’ve never actually…properly kissed. I think he’s likely to come immediately after he gets into my body, so anything I really want to happen needs to happen now.
The fact that we haven’t kissed much yet is actually proof that maybe I was rushing things before.
“Going to kiss you first,” I whisper, my future with him looming in front of me. Taking this step with him is going to change everything about our relationship, but I’m ready for it.