Chapter Thirty-Three – Darius
Watching Mercedes be claimed by Nic and then Warren is enough to make me stiff all over. I’m dying to crawl on that bed with them, to take what’s mine—the scent of her slick in the air makes my own cock harder than steel. I pull on willpower I didn’t know I had in order to remain off that bed and keep them all at a distance.
I meant it when I told her I want to have her all to myself the first time. No audience, no Warren or Nic watching, eager to join in. There would always be time for that, but your first time… there is only one of those.
My scent match. My omega. I need to tell her. It’s only a matter of time until Warren slips up, like he almost did after she showed them the scar on her hip.
Mercedes is pinned beneath Warren, and I know the very moment his knot fills. She lets out a strangled cry of bliss, the omega in her more than happy to be full of her alpha’s knot. That cry echoes within me, makes my cock twitch in my pants, and does something funny to my heart.
Fuck. I really, really want to get on that bed with her. Pulling her and Warren apart would be impossible now, though. He’s knotted her, and as he thrusts deeper into her pussy, his only goal is to fill her up with his cum, much like Nic did earlier.
It’s an erotic sight, jealousy and urges aside. The three naked forms on the bed, Mercedes at its heart. Nic is hard again, and he strokes himself while he watches Warren go at her. His gaze does flick to me every now and then; perhaps he wonders if my willpower will snap.
Or maybe he’s simply trying to tell me, without using words, that it’s high past time I tell Mercedes the truth, that she’s my scent match. If she never learned about those things at Solus, it would explain why she hasn’t tried to breach the subject with me… then again, up until recently, I haven’t been the most welcoming alpha.
I need to do better. I need to be better. For her, for the two alphas on the bed, for this pack.
Warren’s chest fills with moans as he must come close to his release. Mercedes, like the good little omega she is, comes for him, just as she came for Nic earlier. As the orgasm takes hold of her, she holds onto Warren and cries out. The thought of that pussy filling with even more slick makes me growl—and I do my best to stifle the sound. Thankfully, there’s too much going on in the room, so no one hears me.
We’re pack. We share. It’s just a little hard, that’s all. I never thought… well, I never thought it would be like this. I told Nic his omega would be his, that I washed my hands of the matter since I was so damn tired of hearing about it.
And then he brought home my sent match and everything changed.
Warren’s ass clenches when he comes, a roar of a sound leaving him as he pushes deep inside her. He fills her with his seed, and his knot locks them together so his cum doesn’t immediately leak out—nature’s way of easier impregnation when it comes to omegas. With her implant, we don’t have to worry.
Her implant. The thought, the meaning behind it, why she had to sneak out and get it in the first place… to say it pisses me off would be the century’s greatest understatement. Solus Academy needs new leadership. For any of this to happen under their roof is unimaginable.
I hate that she went through all that. I hate she had that asshole always watching her, either himself or with his spies. I hate to imagine everything he did to her over the years, his bite mark on her hip and that implant evidence enough.
Even though I didn’t know she existed, I feel as though I should’ve known, somehow. I should’ve been there to protect her, to shield her from the world and the awful people in it. She had to learn so young, and she was all alone. It pains me.
Warren’s knot must’ve deflated enough, because he pulls out of her and rolls onto her right side, right onto his back. His cock is still hard, and its length is coated in a mixture of her slick and his and Nic’s cum. His wide chest rises and falls with hard, ragged breaths, and he stares at the ceiling with a goofy grin I can’t say I ever saw before.
After that, they each look like they could sleep.
Maybe that’s what we all need.
Mercedes props her head up, giving me a lazy, hazy-eyed look. Her body is flushed, and impossibly sexy. Every inch of her was ravished and worshipped in the way it should always be, but even so, the look she gives me tells me she wants more.
She wants me.
And, fuck, do I want her.
I give the group on the bed a tight-lipped smile and say, “You two should sleep in here tonight. I have to shower and hit the sack. Got an early day tomorrow.” It’s not a lie, exactly, but my day tomorrow won’t start any earlier than my typical workday.
That said, I do have a raging hard cock and need to do something to take care of it, otherwise I might just lose my damn mind.
Nic yawns, while Warren gives me a thumbs-up sign before snuggling against Mercedes and throwing one of his legs over her. The only one who watches me leave the room is the omega herself, though she doesn’t say a single word to stop me.
I slip out of the room as quietly as I can after flicking the lights off for them, and I head to my temporary room through the dark hall. My old room, the one I grew up in, so it’s both familiar and unfamiliar. I grab my nighttime sweats and head back into the hall, to the bathroom, where I turn on the shower as hot as the water will go and start to shed my suit, piece after piece until I’m naked. By that time, the water runs near scalding, and my dick is still very hard.
Hard as a fucking rock, just like it always is when I’m near Mercedes.
Seriously, the mere act of being physically close to her is enough to make my cock a steel rod in my pants. Hell, the thought of her is enough to make the damn thing twitch and grow. Ever since she came into our lives, I spent a lot of time sitting at my desk at work, battling a hard-on. So much so that it’s embarrassing, really. I’m a thirty-two-year-old man for fuck’s sake, and Mercedes is making me feel like I just discovered my dick for the first time.
I step in the shower and let the searing hot water pelt my back for a while. Regardless of how many times I breathe in and out, no matter how much I try to regain control, my cock refuses to listen. It remains hard as a rock, so the only way to take care of it is to use my hand and pretend I’m on that bed with my omega.
I close my eyes and put my mind to work as my hand curls around the base of my cock. It’s easy enough to imagine; I already know what she tastes like between those thighs, how she trembles when she comes. The sound she makes fills my head and drives me to pump my fist along my length harder.
No knot forms. My dick might be hard and refuse to settle down without a release, but it knows it’s not inside an omega right now. If you’re really good, you can control the knot when you’re with an omega, but I just know the moment I’m with her, all hope for my willpower will be officially lost.
I’ll drown in her. I’ll lose myself inside her as I take a piece of her inside me and exchange it for a piece of me. I won’t be whole until I make Mercedes mine. Never before have I felt so goddamned empty.
My hand moves along my dick at a rapid pace, and as I imagine pinning my omega down and burying my length inside of her, my hips begin to move in the same rhythm. My hand is a poor substitute, but it does its job well enough.
When the orgasm hits me, my cum shoots out and coats the tiled wall across from me. I groan a bit as the pleasure subsides, and I drop my hand to my side, my cock spent enough that it should no longer be a third leg.
I wash off the wall and make sure there isn’t any lingering mess as a signal to the others of what I did in here, and then I actually take a shower. By the time I’m done, my cock has finally lost its erection, and I’m able to stuff it into the sweats without an issue.
Soon enough I’m lying in bed, staring at the dark ceiling. I realize I didn’t eat a lick of dinner. I should really get up and eat something; if I don’t, I’ll be starving come morning, but the thought of getting up right now is the last thing I want to do.
All I can think about is Mercedes.
Fuck. No, think of literally anything else, otherwise your dick is going to get hard again with another eternal boner.
I roll onto my side and close my eyes, thinking about the one and only thing that is pretty much guaranteed to dissuade my dick from hardening… and that’s Jay fucking Kellogg. An alpha from Kellogg Academy, he was apparently never taught what was right and what was wrong.
He’ll get what’s coming to him, I’ll make sure of that. Nic and Warren will be ready and willing to lend a hand with that, too. This Jay asshole might think he can terrorize Mercedes, but he hasn’t come face-to-face with us yet, and the moment he does… it’ll be over for him.
I’m not like Warren. I don’t get my jollies out of torturing people and making them bleed—but I will gladly make an exception for him.
Solus Academy isn’t the only place that needs a complete overhaul. Kellogg Academy needs one, too. Hmm. Maybe I should speak with our father about it. Now that he’s older, he’s pretty much handed the reins over when it comes to Alabaster Security. I’m sure he’ll be looking for something else to do. It’s never too late to do something new, expand the family portfolio, so to speak.
I don’t know how long I lay there, forcing myself to think about all the changes I’d personally make to the two academies, but after a while I hear my doorknob twist. I’m sitting up the moment someone sneaks into my dark room, and all I need to do is breathe in once to know who it is.
“Darius,” Mercedes whispers, “I—”
She doesn’t get the chance to finish whatever it is she’s going to say. By the time she says the second word, I fly out of bed like a bat out of hell, and I reach her faster than you can blink. I wrap my arms around her small figure and pick her up, burying my face into her neck and growling out, “ Mine .”
Such a cliché alpha move, but she brings it out of me. I can’t help it.
Whatever willpower I had earlier is long gone now, and I kick my door closed before carrying my omega to bed, where I place her gently before crawling on top of her beneath the covers. She wears Nic’s t-shirt, based on the added twinge to her scent, but she doesn’t wear it for long. It’s the first thing to be taken off and tossed aside.
Whether or not the others are still asleep, I don’t care. I have a one-track mind when it comes to Mercedes, and given that she came to me, the others weren’t quite enough for her. As her scent match, the notion fills me with a smugness the other two will never understand.
Things are different between us. Stronger. Fate, destiny, whatever you want to call it, made it so.
My hands roam over her body, catching her breasts in my palms. Her breathing hitches when I tweak her nipples and lower my face to the crook of her neck. I breathe her in, my canines aching to put a bite in her—but I am not an animal. I will wait until she tells me it’s all right. Until that day, whenever it may be, I’ll simply have to get used to the low ache in my teeth.
“Omega,” I whisper. “Mercedes. You’re all mine right now. That’s what you want, isn’t it? It’s why you came to me?” My cock is once again steel in my pants, but now that she’s in my bed, it’ll have a much better time than it did when I was alone in the shower.
My hand can never compare.
She nods against me, curling her body against my bare chest as her hands explore my body. “Yes,” she murmurs, the word barely audible. “I want you, alpha.”
“And you’ll have me—all of me—but there’s something I need to tell you before I make you mine.” I lift my face away from the crook of her neck, gazing down at her through the darkness. Her brown hair is splayed on my pillow in a messy halo; my eyes have long since adjusted to the lack of light, so I can see the desire written across her every feature.
The confession should come right out of me with no additional prodding, but a part of me is ashamed for keeping it to myself this long, not to mention with the way I treated her in the beginning. I was so rude, borderline cruel, and I’ll never forgive myself for that. It’s not the way an alpha should treat his mate.
“Have you ever heard of scent matches?” I ask her, more tentative than I’ve ever been in my life.
“Scent matches? I don’t… no, why? Please, Darius, I need you—” Her begging goes straight to my cock, and my balls clench in anticipation, the need to be inside her so strong I nearly break and tear off my sweats in response. An omega should never have to beg her alpha for anything; he should be on top of it all, give her what she needs without her having to voice it.
But no, this needs to happen first.
“Mercedes,” I whisper her name. “When I say you’re mine, I mean it, and not just because you’re pack Alabaster’s omega. You’re my omega. My scent match, and I am yours. I knew it the moment I spotted you in my office. Your scent was overpowering.”
She swallows hard. “You acted like you couldn’t stand to be near me.”
“It was all I could do. I wasn’t… I wasn’t expecting you.” I press my forehead against hers, my nose grazing the side of hers as I say, “I was wrong in how I acted.” Nic advised me to apologize to her before about the whole office incident, but the truth is no one could make me apologize—no one other than the omega beneath me.
She is the only one I’d get to my knees for. I may be the alpha here, but she is on top in every way, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to her, provided she gives me that chance. And, fuck, I hope she does. I’ll lose my mind if she leaves us for good.
“It’s okay,” she tries to say.
“No, it’s not. I caused you pain, and that’s not something I can ever forgive myself for.”
Her chest hums beneath me, and she drags a hand along my pectoral muscles. The skin on my chest comes to life under her fingertips, every part of me abuzz with need. “Start making it up to me tonight, then.” There’s an added implication to her words, one that would be impossible not to pick up on.
My omega wants me, and I’m done resisting.
I roll off her so I can get out of my sweats that have suddenly become more stifling than freeing, and my cock is so hard it’s not an easy task to free myself. Thankfully, before long I’m back on the bed, holding my body over hers. We’re about to fill these sheets with our scent.
I’ll have to make sure we wash everyone’s bedding before we leave and return home. It’s not a job I want to give to my mother, for obvious reasons.
Burying my face in her neck, I lose myself in the way she smells. Sweet and sugary, the very definition of addiction. I could bottle her up and shoot her straight into my veins and still she wouldn’t be close enough.
“You’re wet for me already,” I purr out, “such a good little omega you are.” The praise does exactly what it should: it causes her to leak more slick, make her scent stronger in the air. I can make her drip just by praise. “Are you ready for me, or do you want me to take it slow? Tell me what you want, mate, because if I have my way, I’ll knot you quicker than you can say ‘fuck me.’”
Mercedes doesn’t hesitate. “Fuck me.”
I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d have her knotted before she can say it. By the time she’s finished with the second word, I’m plunging inside of her with the voracity of an animal claiming its mate. Maybe a bit rough, but with how wet she is for me, there’s no resistance whatsoever in her body.
She cries out at the sudden impaling, but soon enough that cry turns into a moan as my cock swells at its base while I pump in and out of her sweet, tight cunt. Watching her with Nic and Warren could not have prepared me for how amazing she feels, how my cock feels like it’s home nestled deep inside her pussy.
I understand now how omegas can make alphas go crazy. Mercedes makes me feel like a different man, not myself in every way, and I fucking love it. I can’t get enough—just like I can’t get enough of that space between her legs.
My knot doesn’t take long to swell to its fullness, and the moment it does, Mercedes’s groans morph into ones of pure bliss, her body beneath mine turning into a ragdoll. She can’t hold onto me, can’t speak; the only thing she can do is lay there, get fucked, and lose herself in the passion, heat, and pleasure.
“You’re mine,” I growl out, going at her even harder and causing the bed to shake on its frame. “You might be pack Alabaster’s omega, but right now you’re all mine, mate. Every inch of you. The sounds you make. The way your pussy clenches around my cock. The slick leaking from you. You’re all mine.”
She must enjoy the dirty talk—or she simply enjoys being mine. Either way, her body spasms as an orgasm takes hold of her, shooting her to new heights beneath me. Her inner core clamps around my knot, as if trying to pull my length in even deeper while she comes. Even in the darkness, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen—and certainly the hottest.
“You enjoyed your time with Nic and Warren, but I’ll show you what real stamina is, mate. I’ll fuck you all night. My cock won’t leave this sweet pussy until morning. This entire bed will be coated in your slick.”
The sound she makes right then tells me she’d like that very much, probably as much as I would. An all-night fuck would only get us both ready for her heat—something we need to start seriously thinking about once we take care of the alpha stalking her. Her heat is coming up in just over two weeks I believe. We need to prepare.
But one thing at a time.
I fuck my omega like I’m an alpha on a mission, a man whose only goal is to bring pleasure to his mate. Mercedes is putty on my cock, the orgasms she has countless while I spear her. With her, our pack finally feels complete.
God, I was such a fool for insisting we didn’t need an omega. I owe Nic everything for bringing Mercedes home to me, to us.
The first time I feel the pressure in my gut surge out, I don’t bother to fight it. I’ll fuck her all night. She won’t be the only one leaking here; her slick will be met with cum, cum, and more cum. I push into her with a groan, my cock twitching inside her as I let loose the first wave, filling her up with warmth.
I can’t bite her right now, but filling her core with cum is a close second.
“Fuck,” I whisper, slowing my movements so I can relish the sensation of emptying inside her for the first time. “This must be what heaven is. You are my personal heaven, Mercedes, you and your precious pussy. All mine.”
She swoons below me, her body practically vibrating with the praise.
I don’t keep myself paused for long. I begin round two shortly—and her pussy, fuck, her pussy is even wetter now, the sensation slightly different but just as erotic.
This omega is mine. She came into my tightly controlled life and threw everything out of whack, and now nothing will ever be the same again. She’s officially wrecked me, changed me, made me into someone different. The old me would have hated it, but now… I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My knot never went down, but I’m filled with the sudden urge to have her in a different position, so I stop my thrusting and straighten out, though my cock is still inside her thanks to the knot tying us together. I grab her leg and lift it, helping her move it so that both her legs are on the same side. She has to roll over somewhat, and I think she gets the idea. I help her roll over more, until she’s on her stomach and I’m knotting her from behind.
It’s all slow movements, just to be sure I don’t tear her up, but I’m gentle enough, and Mercedes is more than willing to go with the flow. Once her body is in the new position: on her hands and knees, I resume fucking her. I have to hold onto her hips so the strength of my thrusts don’t knock her over, and my knees have to be spread more than hers thanks to her short stature, but we make it work.
Oh, we make it fucking work.
The sound she makes when I resume fucking her inform me that she likes this position, too. She wriggles her ass as I spear her from behind, her core clenching around my length like she’s trying to milk me for all I’m worth. My balls tighten, threatening to spill yet again, but I manage to hold it back.
I grunt as I fuck her from behind, my fingers digging into her sides. I’ll have her every which way, make her mine this way and that, so that she’ll have no room in her mind for any memory of that asshole Jay.
Mercedes is mine. That is the thought driving me, and it will remain the driving force in my life until the day I die. There isn’t anything I can do about it, not that I would if I could. In fact, I was stupid as hell for thinking I could keep my cool and ignore the pull between us. Fate is somewhere laughing at me, I’m sure of it.
Although, if fate is watching us right now, maybe it’s battling its own erection, just as I did when I watched Mercedes with Nic and Warren.
I fuck her doggy-style, and then I fuck her while she lays down on her stomach and I’m on top of her. Then I fuck her while she lays on her side and I hoist one of her legs up. I fill her core up with so much cum, and she orgasms so much her slick finds a way to leak out and coat my balls before falling to the fitted bedsheet below.
I devour her like a man eating his last meal, my cock feasting on her pussy, never truly having its fill. I could literally fuck her all day and night and never tire of it. If this is what life is going to be like with her, for the first time in what feels like forever, I’ll be happy.
I am happy.
Once I tire us both out—let’s be honest: Mercedes gets tired way before me, but she manages to soldier through. It helps that all she has to do is lay there and let the pleasure take over—we fall asleep with my cock still nestled inside of her pussy, with one of my arms locked around her upper half to keep her from rolling away while she sleeps.
I don’t dream, not that I often do, and in a shocking turn of events, the alarm on my phone actually wakes me up, something that hasn’t happened in… well, ever. I’m always up way before my work alarm, and even on the weekends I tend to rise at an ungodly hour.
Not today, thanks to the long night I had with my omega. Today I’m actually groggy as I sleepily reach behind me, trying to grab my phone without looking at it. I’m curled away from the small nightstand, my body the big spoon against Mercedes’s little one, and as it is, I had to take the arm I had draped over her back to clumsily reach my phone. I’m not proud of how long it takes me to find my phone, yank it off the charger, and switch the alarm off.
I groan, not wanting to get up, and Mercedes mimics my tired moan in the cutest way. When she squirms against me, I realize my cock is still somehow nestled in her, even though it’s not hard. Keeping my arm over her must’ve stopped either of us from tossing and turning while we slept.
“I don’t want to get up,” she murmurs.
“You don’t have to. You could stay here all day, if you wanted to,” I say, kissing her shoulder. “But I have to get ready for work.”
“Do you really? Can’t you just stay for five more minutes?”
We both know what five more minutes would lead to: another round of sex, and when it comes to this omega, a quickie just isn’t going to cut it for me. I’d end up being late for work, and even though it’s my family’s company, I don’t want to set that kind of example.
Besides, I need to hop in the shower and rinse off Mercedes’s scent. Working with alphas, the scent of her would only make them go crazy. I have enough problems as it is.
“I can’t,” I whisper, and she turns her head to look at me through half-lidded eyes. At her sleepy expression, I can only smirk. As I withdraw my cock from her—my cock that has steadily grown in hardness since waking up inside of her—I give her a kiss on her lips. “I’ll be back before you know it. I—”
I stop myself from saying I love you , wondering where those words came from. I was just going to say them so easily, without any thought put behind them, as if I say them all the time, but I don’t. I’ve never told Mercedes that I love her, because we’re just not there yet.
Right?
She’s my scent match. She fits with Nic and Warren without any effort on her part. It’s easy for all of us. Things do tend to move fast when it comes to alphas and omegas, but I don’t know if it would be too soon to say it. I don’t want to freak her out.
Hell, I don’t want to freak myself out, either.
“I’ll see you tonight,” I say, hoping she didn’t catch my slip of the tongue.
“Bye.” By the time I slip on my sweats and grab a new suit for the brand-new day, she’s already fast-asleep, able to ignore the dawn’s light streaming through the window on the far side of the room.
As I head to the bathroom, my thoughts race. Love . I never would’ve guessed that I could fall for an omega so fast, but then again, I never would’ve guessed that Nic would bring home my scent match.
Do Nic and Warren feel the same? Are they falling in love with her, or are they already there? As far as I know, neither of them have said it to her, and she hasn’t said it to anyone. It wouldn’t be unreasonable for us to wait a while before we say those words; after all, they do mean a lot.
But, as I stand there in the shower, about to wash her dried slick off my cock and my balls, I can’t shake the possibility that, somewhere along the way, I fell for her hard. Saying I’m not in love with her just doesn’t sound right.
No. Mercedes might not be aware of it, but she has my heart and my soul.