Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Marie
Wilder had me sit in front of him on the ride back to Minneapolis, because I feel even worse now, and he was worried he might lose me mid turn somewhere. I just want to be home. My heat is stagnant, though the cramps are starting to tear at my body now that we’re a few minutes away from our home.
Storm did his best with me while the others were gone. I couldn’t nap, not until he fucked and knotted me. The second I asked, he was mine, and that’s when I fell asleep afterward. Unfortunately, I had some really fucked up dreams, and I panicked when I couldn’t roll away from Storm.
I nearly ripped his knot out of me as I thrashed and screamed, and he had to hold me tightly so I wouldn’t hurt either of us until I was fully awake. God, talk about an embarrassing and painful experience.
“Shit,” I whisper as Wilder, Storm, and Ransom park in front of our house.
While we returned alone from Devon’s clubhouse, there’s someone sitting on the steps waiting for us. My brother looks pissed as he stretches, watching us, and I realize I haven’t spoken to him in over a week.
He doesn’t know that Lore is dead, or that I seem to have a soul match as well. I’m barely holding on by a thread, maybe even less than that.
The soreness in my stomach is simmering, and I’m existing on borrowed time before all I’ll be able to think about is knots buried in every hole I have. That’s the other reason I wanted to come home: I want my nest.
It doesn’t matter that it’s minimally set up with only a mattress inside the loft, it’s mine. It’s the room my pack bought this house because of, knowing I’d need it. I push aside the promises already broken by Lore’s absence, and allow Wilder to help me off the motorcycle to face the music.
“I can’t believe he tracked you down here,” Wilder grumbles, taking my helmet to stow it. “Well, actually, I can if a certain old man decided to tell tales out of school.”
Not knowing what that means, I begin to walk up the stairs. My pack surrounds me so I’m not actually alone when I face him, and I gaze tiredly at my brother.
“I’m sorry I forgot to call you,” I begin. If I'm being perfectly honest, I don't even know where my phone is.
“I’ve called you fifteen times this week because I’ve been worried,” Tommy growls. “You look like shit, your scent match is dead, and you just went for a random motorcycle ride? Why wouldn’t you tell me any of this? What’s going on in your head, Marie?”
“Not a whole lot,” I lie, side stepping him to continue my walk to the front door. “Since you think so little of me, you can go, Tommy.”
“Marie, I deserve some answers—”
The loud sound of a hand hitting the back of his head has me glancing over my shoulder, and I see that Ransom is the one who smacked him.
“He’s too stubborn to respond to that,” I say, watching as my pack begins to follow me.
Tommy connects a call to his phone, and I realize he’s about to bring in the big guns.
“Don’t call Cerenity,” I groan. “Handle your shit on your own for once.”
“Blue, I need help,” Tommy says.
“You need help pulling your head out of your ass,” his omega growls. “I told you to let her figure her shit out with her pack. You’re making it worse.”
“She looks like she’s been run over by life, and I don’t know how to fix it!” he yells.
Ransom backhands him and then Tommy meets his gun as he looks up to face him. Ransom keeps the barrel pressed tightly to my brother’s forehead, snarling at him.
“Who the fuck are you?” Tommy asks.
“I’m hers,” Ransom snarls. “If she tells me to pull the trigger, I’ll never think of you again. I hope she does, because my trigger finger is feeling really twitchy.”
I heard yelling last night after everyone got home to the clubhouse, but didn’t feel well enough to investigate. Storm played with my hair until I fell asleep, but I vaguely remember hearing screams in my dreams. Ransom is so angry, I wonder if he got to kill anyone.
Slowly, I’m beginning to see Devon’s side of things. They don’t go out looking for trouble, but if it finds them, they’ll handle it. Wilder’s club is very chatty, and I’ve been looped into the issues Devon has been having with his club.
I have a feeling Devon finally handled some of the bullshit he’s been allowing to fester. I don’t know why this feels different from the mafia work my brother does, but it does. Maybe it’s because I feel a little more connected to the club.
They don’t keep me in the dark as often as my brother does.
“The only way you feel in control is if you’re forcing someone to do things for you,” I say to Tommy. “Kidnapping me isn’t going to do you a lick of good, because I’m going into heat. Just because you have a dick…”
“Ugh, Marie,” he groans. “I get it. You’re my fucking little sister, and there’s all this shit I can’t protect you against.”
“Lore was killed because a business deal went wrong. You know how these things go,” I remind him. “I’m having a really hard time with it. The end. Now, I need you to get off my front steps.”
“That’s my girl!” Cerenity yells, making my lips twitch slightly.
God, my life is so odd.
“Do you even know where your phone is?” Tommy finally asks, sighing.
“I have it,” Storm says, pulling it out of his back pocket. “She’s been forgetting it everywhere. No offense, everyone she wants to speak to lives in this house.”
“Offense taken,” Tommy grumbles. “Cian told me you might need someone to talk to, and then I started to lose my goddamned mind when I couldn’t get a hold of you.”
“Clearly,” Ransom says wryly.
“Are you collecting men?” my brother asks. “This one is moody as fuck.”
It feels less judgmental when he says it as opposed to how Devon called me a whore.
“So are you,” I reply. “I’m going inside. Go home, Tommy. I doubt I’ll remember my name in a few minutes.”
“Dammit, I’m going to need to have Cerenity hit me with a frying pan until I can forget that my little sister has sex,” he groans.
“I’m an omega and it’s biology!” I yell, irritated.
I immediately flush with embarrassment as I see there are people on the street glancing in our direction. Storm chuckles under his breath as he opens the front door, and we shuffle inside, leaving my brother to stare at me on the front steps.
“Go home,” I say again, just as Ransom shuts the door.
“So that’s your brother,” he mutters, locking the door. “I doubt I made a great impression.”
“We got in a fist fight the first time I met him,” Storm shrugs, pulling off his boots.
I get lightheaded as I bend over to do the same, and Ransom catches me before I fall over.
“Wilder, can you make her something she can drink through a straw?” he asks. “You’re not going to make it through your heat, baby, if you don’t eat something.”
“Maybe a smoothie?” I suggest, closing my eyes against the pain as my stomach rumbles from hunger and heat pains.
Slick slides out of my pussy as I whine, and Wilder jogs toward the kitchen.
“On it!” he calls out. “I have frozen fruit I can use.”
“Do you want a warm bath?” Ransom asks, his feet already walking up the stairs with me in his arms.
“You don’t know where anything is,” I say, gasping for air.
“I do,” Storm says, following behind us. “It’s time to just let go, baby. You’re home, safe, and your nest is upstairs in the loft. No more delaying things, Kitty. You’ve been holding off your heat through stress and sheer stubbornness for long enough. You’re safe.”
A haze of need hits me, and I disassociate as my alphas undress me and fill the tub with warm water. A very comfortable chest serves as my pillow and I arch my back as rough palms glide over my taunt nipples as they massage soap along my skin.
“More,” I whimper, pouting when the palms continue their path downward.
“I’m trying to take care of you,” Ransom mumbles, kissing the top of my head. “You’re making it difficult for me to do that at the moment, Marie.”
“You can wash and fuck me at the same time,” I reply, pressing my ass against his cock.
I love that Ransom is naked behind me. There’s not a single thing keeping him from sliding what I know is a thick cock into my needy pussy. Nothing but being a gentleman it seems.
“It’s important to me that you know who I am before I do that,” he says.
“Ransom, I’m not that far gone yet,” I promise. “You smell like violets and chocolate, and you threatened to kill my brother on behalf of my honor. That’s better than flowers and a nice dinner.”
“Are you saying you don’t need romance?” he teases me. His hand slides underneath the water and I whine as his fingers move over my slick cunt. “Shh. I’m making sure I’m thorough, baby.”
Sighing, I lazily let myself revel in the sensations as his fingers push into my tight channel. His thumb rubs my clit slowly as his other arm bands around my waist to rock slowly over his cock. It’s unhurried and feels good, which is exactly what I need.
“My idea of romance is different from other omegas,” I rasp, my hips bucking slightly as his thick fingers rub over a bundle of nerves inside of me that are happy for the attention.
“I need safety and people who follow through on their promises. If you’re going to say you’ll do something, do it. I don’t need pretty lies.”
“What else?” he growls.
I have no idea where Storm is, but I’m grateful for the time alone with Ransom. I have nowhere to rush off to, and neither do they. It’s a gift I won’t turn my nose up at.
“More of that,” I whine, dropping my head back as an orgasm begins to build. I didn’t realize how much the vibration of the motorcycle’s engine underneath me during the hours of riding was turning me on until now.
It faded into the background between my exhaustion and pain, unraveling my need until one of my alphas could tease me into a writhing mess.
“Fuck, you’re going to come for me, Sugar, aren’t you?” he growls. “I can feel your walls beginning to tremble all for me. Unless, you’re a slut for Wilder’s motorcycle. Is that what part of this is?”