Taron
Is it really stalking if both omegas are enjoying it? I’ll have to ask Colter. That Boy Scout will know the answer. Rhian’s known the whole time. I’m not sure what moment gave me away, but I know he figured it out quickly.
Sable seems to be putting the pieces together. I don’t think she realizes how much time I spend watching her yet. She will. I don’t plan on stopping.
It’s been three days since I snuck into Sable’s apartment in the middle of the night. I told her I had a key, but the truth is I just picked the lock on the door. The fact that I got in so easily, without her even waking up, was concerning, so I fixed the problem.
My phone pings with a text, and I smirk, pulling it out of my pocket as I make my way around the bar.
Sable: Seriously? You are unwell, sir.
Taron: You should be grateful. The locks on your place are old and easily picked. I solved the problem.
Sable: So you installed three new deadbolts on each door? Do you have the keys to all nine of those, as well as the copies you left me?
Taron: Don’t forget the safety block on your upstairs door that prevents people from opening it even if the bolts are undone.
Sable: Don’t ignore the question.
Taron: If you’re asking me if I kept the emergency spares, then yes. But they are for emergencies.
Sable: So was breaking into my room in the middle of the night an emergency?
Taron: My knot sure thought so. But you tell me, Little Ghost. Did your pussy coming all over my knot feel like an emergency to you?
I smirk as I watch the dots that mean she’s typing pop up and then disappear.
I glance at the time while I wait for her reply. Will Rhian still visit the bar after having a taste of Sable? Does he still want me? Fuck, I hope so. The three of us could be so good together.
Watching the way Rhian fucked Sable changed my brain chemistry. Everything has been rewritten, and all I want is them. I know Sable wants Colter too, and I honestly can’t say I mind.
I just want her to be happy, and with me.
Sable: We aren’t talking about that right now.
Taron: I would very much like to talk about that right now.
“Are you tormenting Sable again?” a husky voice asks behind me, snapping me out of the flirty texts. I spin around, finding Rhian standing so close, I don’t know how he managed to sneak up on me undetected.
“Never. Just reminding her of my knot, and how well she came on it.” I growl, shoving the phone in my pocket so I can focus my attention on the sneaky omega before me.
“You knotted her?” he asks, swallowing hard as I close in on him, directing him to a dark corner where I can have my way with him without getting caught.
“Does that make you jealous?” I ask, pushing at a lock of his hair so I can look into his eyes. Rhian stares up at me, his scent blooming like a flower under my attention.
“A little,” he nods, cautiously reaching up to wrap his arms around my neck. I don’t pull back or deny him the attention he craves. How could I? I want him just as badly. “But not for the reason you think,” he murmurs.
“Oh? What am I thinking?” I ask, as I press my body into his, trapping him against the wall.
“That I’m jealous I didn’t get to fuck her again myself.
But that’s not it.” Rhian leans in, pressing a kiss to my neck, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Maybe I’m a little jealous it was Sable you were fucking, and not me.
Or maybe I’m jealous that I didn’t get to watch you fuck her, the way you got to watch me.
” He trails kisses up my neck as he speaks, his breathy little whimpers sneaking in, and making my cock throb.
“Or maybe I’m jealous we weren’t sharing her. ”
“You’re trying to ruin me, little omega,” I growl, thrusting my hard cock forward into the soft feel of him. The thought of the three of us together is enough to have my scent going fucking feral.
“Maybe it’s time you stopped running from us,” Rhian says softly, leaning back, and resting his head against the wall.
“Maybe it is,” I murmur, leaning in to nuzzle his neck, marking him with my scent. I don’t know how I’ll convince them that I’m good enough, but I have to try. “I want the four of us to go to dinner. I don’t want to run anymore. Let's show Sable how badly we want her.”
“Just dinner?” Rhian lifts a brow, and I tilt my head.
“What else do you have in mind, naughty omega?”
Colter
We’re not a pack yet, and Sable doesn’t carry my mark, but it’s like I can feel her sadness. Maybe I just know her better than I’ve ever wanted to admit before this moment, because as the lightning cracks across the sky, and thunder booms, I know in my heart that Sable is crying.
My shift is over, now that it’s almost midnight, so without concern for my clothing or anything else, I take off running from the fire station.
I hear a couple of co-workers shout at me, but I ignore them. My girl needs me, I know it.
I’m probably going to slip on the wet ground and eat shit, but I don’t care. I have to get to Sable. I’m less than a block away when I spot her. She’s sitting on her shop's front porch in a rocking chair, tears falling down her cheeks as she cries.
Her scent hits me then, nearly knocking me off my feet. It’s soaked in lonely sadness I know all too well. I can’t take the pain for another moment. I need to get to her.
“Sable!” I shout, clearly startling her as she jumps to her feet, swiping frantically at her tears.
When she sees me under a streetlight, she gasps.
My heart stalls when she runs down the old stairs of the front porch, and I hold my breath until she’s leaping into my arms in the middle of the empty sidewalk.
“Colter! What are you doing?” she asks, as she buries her hands in my hair, tugging the strands until I growl.
“I don’t know, I just knew you weren’t okay… I felt like you needed me,” I confess, reaching down and gripping the back of her knees to lift her so she can wrap her legs around my waist.
“Really?” Sable sniffs, looking at me as I carry her toward her porch.
The lightning strikes across the sky again, and the thunder cracks through the air, making her jump in my arms, but I hold her tight, my scent filling the cool night air to comfort her.
“That’s so sweet,” she says, as her eyes get glassy once again, and her bottom lip trembles.
“It’s the least you deserve, Sable,” I murmur, taking the steps of her porch carefully, not wanting to slip with her in my arms. “You’re going to catch a chill out here in this weather.”
“Not while I’m in your arms,” she snuggles into me then, and I can’t imagine being anywhere else for the rest of my life.
“Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?” I ask her after we settle into the larger glider love seat. Sable’s now sitting across my lap, her head on my shoulder, and her face pressed into the crook of my neck.
“I was just missing Grams,” she says with a sniff. “She always loved thunderstorms, and it just reminds me of her. I hate that I wasn’t here for her when she passed.”
“Sometimes it’s better that way. My mom always told me that the thing she hated the most about her getting sick was that I was watching her die. I know your Grams wouldn’t have wanted you to see her like that,” I tell her.
“I’m sorry, Colter, that must have been so hard to carry alone,” she sniffs, looking up at me with big green eyes.
“It was, but I’m okay now. Especially with you in my arms,” I tease, squeezing her tighter. She settles into me again, and we’re content like this for a long time, when she breaks the silence.
“Taron and Rhian called to invite me to dinner tomorrow. They said they wanted you to join, if that's what I wanted as well,” she murmurs.
“And do you want to?” I ask, holding my breath as I wait for her answer, hoping she says yes.
“I do.”
“Then I’ll be there, Sable.”
Anything for her. Always.
Colter
I didn’t sleep last night after I tucked Sable into her bed.
She begged me to cuddle her, and it was so fucking hard to lie there with the scent of her slick in the air.
Taron’s scent is also all over the room, so I know he has been there recently.
The need to smother her in my own scent had my pheromones working overtime to saturate the small space.
I only left when I did because I needed to get ready for my shift. Thankfully, I was able to crash in the back room for a few hours when no calls came in.
However, walking out into the garage to find Taron standing there waiting for me with a black shopping bag is unexpected.
“She invited you, right?” he asks, not bothering with a greeting. “I don’t have your phone number, but I needed to give you this anyway.” He holds the bag out to me, not waiting for an answer to his question. I assume he means dinner.
“What’s this?” I ask, taking the bag. If he’s going to act like this is normal for us, who am I to protest?
“After dinner activities, and matching outfits for dinner.” Taron shrugs, and I lift my brow at him. Matching? Cute.
“Alright,” I nod, already turning away from him.
“I need your number,” Taron says, narrowing his eyes at me when I turn around to glance at him. He’s holding his phone out to me, so I take it with a sigh and hand it back to him.
“See you at dinner,” I say, thinking we’re done here, when he shocks the shit out of me with his next question.
“Is it really stalking if the people you stalk enjoy it?” he asks in a low voice, stepping into me, and I stare at him with wide eyes.
“Who are you stalking?” I lift my brow at him, assessing him in a whole new light.
“This is hypothetical.” He shrugs, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Right.” I pause, tilting my head as I observe him. He’s never struck me as dangerous, despite the reputation he once had as a teen. “How does the stalker know these hypothetical omegas know they’re being stalked?” I ask, wondering if he’ll catch my subtle attempt to confirm who Taron is stalking.
“They’ve caught the stalker, and enjoyed the outcome…” He says with a shrug after a short pause to consider the question. His smirk tells me he didn’t miss my dig.
“So, hypothetically, you have been stalking Rhian and Sable, and they caught you? And neither of them cares?” I ask, squinting at him like I find that hard to believe.
“Oh, they care. Hypothetically,” he corrects, smirking, “like I said, in this completely made up scenario, they both enjoy it.” He shrugs, and I let out a snort of disbelief. “So is that stalking, or is it just… having fun with the omegas?”
“If you have to ask, I’m going to go ahead and say it’s definitely stalking, but if neither of them cares, then I guess there's no harm.” I sigh, shaking my head at Taron. He’s going to make my life stressful, I can already tell.
I can see my future children having a crush one day, and coming to their fathers for advice… only for me to have to explain that no, stalking is not an appropriate way to show affection, and what Taron did is actually almost always creepy.
I glance into the bag to see a face mask and a bundle of black clothing underneath.
I sigh again, shake my head one last time, and walk away. There’s no reason to prolong my suffering. At some point, I’ll never be able to escape this fucking alpha.