Sable
It smells like slick and sex in my room when I wake up. What fucking time is it? I squint at my phone as I check the time, and groan. I open in an hour. Fuck my life. I have to get up, but my body aches.
Places that have never hurt on my body before twinge with pain as I stretch in my questionable sheets.
I can't believe I slept in these last night.
First, I fucked Rhian against a tree in the forest, before bringing him back to the apartment and letting him cook me waffles for dinner.
Sadly, there was no syrup licked off any body parts.
And even though I wanted him to sleep over, I still sent him home around midnight after watching Hocus Pocus while cuddling up on the couch.
At some point, Taron broke into my shop, and then my apartment. How the hell the man got his hands on keys is beyond me. I should investigate that at some point.
Reluctantly, I sit up, and search my room for some sign of Taron. I vaguely remember him trying to wake me. Did he kiss my forehead, or am I just hoping he did after fucking me without a single kiss between us? He kissed my back, but not once did his lips touch mine.
Dear god, I think the alpha threw out my back. Everything. Hurts. In the best way though. Taron knotted me. I smile to myself as I spot a folded note on the empty pillow beside mine.
I had to go. I tried to wake you to say goodbye, but you sleep like the dead, Little Ghost. I’ll see you again soon. -Still Yours, Taron
Oh, I’m keeping that to show those future babies he mentioned while hitting it from the back. I snort at my stupid joke, and climb out of bed, one foot moving, very reluctantly, at a time.
Stretching again in an attempt to relieve some of my stiffness, I shuffle into the kitchen after brushing my teeth and pulling on the big t-shirt I stole from Rhian.
As I dig through the cabinets, I realize the one thing I need to get through today is currently empty. Fuck. I need that coffee if I’m going to function even semi decently.
I’ll admit that I’ve been avoiding going to the local shops in an attempt to avoid gossip and sideways glances, but now that I’ve run out of coffee, and don’t have time to get groceries till later, I decide I’ll just have to brave the locals and their stares.
I should have showered…but I wanted to keep Taron’s and Rhian’s scents on me a little longer. I cleaned myself up to a respectable level before getting dressed, and heading out the door to the coffee shop across the street.
I’ll admit that I’m on edge as I walk in, but the shop is cute and decorated for Halloween, lightening my mood. It smells like fresh-brewed coffee, and I breathe deeply as I make my way to the counter. There's a small line, so I take my time browsing the new menu.
My eyes catch on the fall favorites section. Cinnamon bark late. Spiced clove cake with bourbon icing. Those sound perfect, reminding me of my three men, and I can’t help but wonder what Taron thought of the taste of Rhian’s cum mixed with my slick.
“What can I get you?” the girl behind the counter asks, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I place my order for the drink and cake, pay, and head to the back corner for pickup.
I was a little disappointed that Taron was gone when I woke up, but I am a heavy sleeper.
Especially after the last twelve hours. I slept straight through the four alarms I set, only waking up when my emergency ‘you’re super fucking late’ alarm went off.
Good thing I set all five to go off daily.
To be fair, Taron fucked me until the sun rose, after chasing me through the park and watching Rhian fuck me, so I was justifiably tired.
“I heard she visited Colter at the fire station, and then went on a date with Rhian last night,” I hear someone whisper behind me.
My cheeks burn hot with embarrassment, but I don’t turn around to see who said it.
Not my problem. I just need my coffee, and then I’ll escape. And I really need that fucking coffee.
“Isn’t that why she moved away in the first place? She wanted all of them, and they rejected her? So pathetic.”
Okay, no. So fucking wrong. Actually, I left because this town is filled with bitchy gossips who have nothing better to do than target me.
But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I keep my head down and my mouth shut.
If I ignore them, surely they’ll fuck off.
Eventually. Fuck, where's that damn coffee?
I’m damn close to saying fuck it, and calling Plum to beg her to bring me some instead, when their whispers cut off with a gasp.
“Didn’t you cheat on your alpha with your pool guy, Tiffany?” a deep masculine voice growls beside me, and my head jerks up. Colter is glaring at the woman behind me, and I finally chance a glance their way, finding Tiffany and Jen huddled together.
Bitches! We were on the dance team together in high school.
At least until I got bullied off of it. They’ve both always been pretty, from nice families, too.
I thought Tiffany married her high school sweetheart.
I can’t imagine why she’d cheat on a man as attractive as her husband, but shitty omegas do shitty things, I guess.
I can tell she wants to snap back at him, but Colter is a very dominant alpha, and she’s no match for that dominance.
“T-thats no one’s business,” Tiffany squeaks, but Colter’s attention is on Jen now.
“And you, Jen? Didn’t you try to scam three alphas with a fake insurance claim?
And you have the nerve to talk behind the back of Sable for what?
Liking three men she has a history with?
Interesting choice,” Colter scoffs, turning his back on them and wrapping one arm around my shoulders so he can pull me in close to his side.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I whisper, staring up at him in admiration, “isn’t Tiffany Mrs. Baker’s granddaughter?” I ask.
“Seems like they share the same cruel spirit then,” Colter growls loud enough for everyone around us to hear.
“Colter,” I gasp, a little worried about what kind of backlash I might face after his harsh words, but the way he’s defending me? Hot. So fucking hot. My scolding has no effect on him anyway, and I can’t help but giggle when he shrugs.
“I wasn’t going to stand there and watch them antagonize you. You don’t deserve any of it,” he growls, taking a deep breath, no doubt catching all the scents of my recent adventures. “Fucking hell,” he says, glancing down at me.
“It was an eventful night,” I say, blushing profusely.
“I’ll fucking bet it was. Sure smells like you enjoyed yourself.” His teasing smirk is too damn attractive.
“Come over tonight. I’ll make you dinner to say thank you for the rescue,” I offer.
“You don’t need to thank me for this, Sable. Those omegas are mean hags. I don’t like the way they treated you. Or the way they looked at you,” he sends eye daggers at them as they scurry past us after grabbing their drinks.
“They’re going to talk about me no matter what I do.
Might as well give them something fun to gossip about,” I say, even though I don’t really mean it, I just want to calm the big guy down before he starts insulting the entire town.
“Come on, keep me company tonight, I get lonely when I’m all alone.
” Colter looks like he might say no, so I push my bottom lip out and snuggle against him, squeezing his middle as I look up into his eyes. “Please.”
“That’s not fair,” Colter murmurs softly. A hint of his scent finally hits me, and I suck in a deep breath, trying to get more. I wonder why he’s wearing a blocker today, maybe for work? “I would love to have dinner with you tonight, but I’ll cook.”
“No! How am I supposed to thank you if you’re the one cooking?” I complain, pouting once more, but holding back a smile now.
“You could be dessert,” he offers in a quiet growl that sends heat pummeling through my system. “Or bring some,” he adds with a smirk, and I lick my lips as his words really sink in. “I don’t want you to think I defended you to get something from you, omega.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Sable,” the barista calls, breaking the tension between the alpha and me. He releases me, taking a deep breath, and I grab my coffee before turning back to him.
“Come pick me up at eight.”
“Alright, Sable. I’ll see you then.”
Sable
Sable: I have a date with Colter tonight. He’s making me dinner. I’m the dessert.
Plum: Damn girl, get it!
Sable: He defended me against Tiffany and Jen at the coffee shop. It was hot as fuck.
Plum: Oh. My. God. Suck that man's dick right now. Those two omegas are fucking atrocious. He deserves it. And so do you.
She includes a series of emojis that, with context, must mean something along the lines of fuck him and come?
Sable: Also, I hooked up with Rhian last night. While Taron watched.
Plum: WTF? Scandalous!
Sable: At the haunted trail… against a tree.
Plum: Wow. Here I was thinking I was the adventurous one.
Sable: There’s more…
Plum: More!? My my my, my little Sugarbat has finally joined the dark side. Do tell, sweet Sable…
I snort a laugh as I type up my reply, rolling my eyes at her ridiculousness.
Sable: Taron knotted me a few hours later. He literally fucked me until the sun came up.
Plum: WAIT WHAT!? OMG. I’m screaming! You wild omega!
The second I read the message, my ringtone goes off, and I snort.
“Helloooo?” I say extra sweetly.
“Tell me everything!” Plum demands, and I cackle as she freaks out. “No, seriously, I need details, because what the unholy fuck? I know you have a certain reputation for being a rebellious omega, but I was not expecting this.”
“I know. It started with Rhian asking me on a date, but then I caught him with Taron at the bar–”
“Where Taron fingered you in a broom closet,” she says, cutting me off, and I scoff.