9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
C losing the apartment door, I engage the locks before turning around and pressing my back to it. Sweat prickles my brow as I slide down the length, wrapping my arms around my knees as I curl in on myself.
A sob escapes me at the same time a cramp tears across my lower stomach. Maybe the candied apple was too sweet.
One last sweet thing before my life goes to shit again .
Tears track down my cheeks as my entire body shakes, all the buried emotion and trauma coming to the surface. My skin tingles, hot and clammy from the adrenaline.
Up until now—perhaps naively—I’d believed I would never see Luke again. I thought my life was mine, and that I don’t have to live in fear anymore. Gods, I even started to trust, feeling like maybe I can finally let my guard down. Noah and Corey seem so kind and genuine, and their scents—luscious coffee and roasted marshmallow—call to me on a level that is something… other.
Of course this is when Luke pops his goddam twisted head up. Just when I can see happiness on the horizon and have started to let go of the hold he had on me.
I am stronger than this .
Bringing my arm up to my nose I inhale deeply, willing my heart to slow down and the tears to stop. Noah’s scent still lingers on me, and I close my eyes, imagining his arms around me again, keeping me safe from silly little jump scares in the House of Horrors.
His scent gives me the strength I need to push up from the floor and make my way to my bathroom. Maybe a relaxing bath will help me figure out what to do next.
Turning on the faucets, and adding a little non-scented bubble bath, I carefully pull my sweatshirt over my head and hang it on the back of the door. Noah’s rich coffee scent still clings to the fabric, calming my omega. I hate to admit it to myself, but I want him here, Corey too. I want to get lost in them, explore the bond already forming between us and forget all about Luke.
My skin flushes and my core throbs at the memory of Noah’s kiss, and the thought of both alphas kissing me at once. As I finish removing my clothes I picture their hands on my body, exploring every inch of me. Slick drips down my inner thighs as I stand naked by the tub, my pussy pulsing with need.
What has gotten into me? Now is not the time to be picturing my two gorgeous alphas worshipping my body. Now is the time to figure out what’s next. Instinct tells me I need help, that I shouldn’t stay here on my own, not with Izzy out of town.
I pull my phone from the pocket of my discarded pants and place it on the table beside the tub. Climbing into the bath, I turn off the tap, sinking slowly into the hot, bubbly water.
Closing my eyes, I drop my head back against the rim, attempting to empty my mind and focus. There’s an ache building between my thighs that I desperately try to ignore. There are more important things to worry about.
How did Luke find me? And what are his plans this time around ?
I shudder at the memories, ice filling my blood despite the heat of the bath and my already flushed, heated skin.
He won’t get his hands on me again; I won’t allow it. There are people around me now, people who will protect me. I’m not a lost omega anymore, scared about what her designation means for the rest of her life and worrying she’ll always be under the control of others.
I know my worth, my value, and I don’t allow anyone to control me, doing what I want, when I want. And who I want.
Right now all I want is the safe haven alphas. Want them to take this ache away, to satisfy the need building in me. My hands cup my breasts, thumbs rolling over the hardened peaks and I gasp as the action sends a wave of pleasure rippling through me.
Still teasing one nipple, I imagine Noah’s mouth closing over it, teasing the tip with his tongue with all the expertise he showed in his kiss. My other hand slides down my stomach, over my mound, finding my folds and sliding down to tease my entrance. Corey’s bright smile and mop of blond curls would look amazing between my thighs while his tongue lashes at my clit.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I should be doing something like calling the police and filing a report. Anything other than masturbating to a fantasy about two alphas I barely know—even if their scents make me feel like I’ve known them all my life.
My eyes shoot open as another cramp hits my stomach, stronger than the first. Realisation dawns on me. The sweat. The flushed, prickly skin. The inability to focus.
Fuck. No. No. No,
I’m not due yet, am I? Reaching for my phone I go straight to my Heat Tracker app, my eyes widening as the big green letters jump out at me.
Heat due in the next seven to fourteen days.
It’s early, but not by much. Usually, I get a notification at seven days, which gives me time to organise my next heat. Figure out whether I’m going it alone or line up some alphas to help me through it.
But I’m out of time. It’s starting now. Within twenty-four hours I’ll be in full blown heat. Was it the date with Noah? Or finding my scent matches that jump started things?
I’m not sure, and it really doesn’t matter now. I’ll call the police and then I’ll settle in for the next few days.
It’s far too early in our relationship to ask Noah and Corey for help, isn’t it?
“You’ve reached Linnara Police Station. Our officers are currently busy and unable to take your call. If this matter is urgent, please call 911. If not, leave a message and we’ll return your call.”
“Ughh,” I grumble, hanging up the phone and pacing the length of my room completely naked. The fever has fully set in now, my skin highly sensitive. Not even my softest, smoothest blanket feels tolerable tonight.
That’s the third time I’ve called the station, and the third time I’ve gotten their answering machine. On the first call I left a voicemail asking them to call me back. I guess I’ll have to trust that they will.
Making my way to the open living area, I assess the front door, double checking that all three locks are engaged. Grabbing a few vitamin waters from the fridge, I make my way back to my room, closing that door and locking it too.
A severe cramp has me doubling over as I check all the windows, closing and locking them before drawing the blinds. It’s time to set up my nest and pull out the old faithful toys. Not that they’ll really satisfy, but the alternative is asking Noah and Corey to help me .
If I hadn’t met them, hadn’t experienced the instant pull and connection caused by their scents, I would probably call a heat clinic. I’ve used them before, but this time it doesn’t feel right. I can’t imagine touching other alphas or letting them touch me. I only want Pack Rhys.
Groaning, I switch off the room light and turn on the orange fairy lights strung along the walls. In the corner of my room I have an oversized reading chair, big enough to sleep on comfortably and that’s where my nest is set up. I have giant oversized cushions in all shades of orange and gold—I really am an autumn. Most are silky, though there’s a mix of cotton and fluffy fabrics in there, together with a giant burnt orange blanket.
It's my safe space, and a hidden drawer in the side holds a wide variety of toys, including a bronze alpha vibrator with a small knot at the base that I previously named Bruce. Whilst it doesn’t completely replace the need for an alphas knot, it takes the edge off slightly.
And that’s what I need. Something to take the edge off so I can eat and sleep before my heat truly kicks in.
Grabbing out Bruce and lying him beside me on the lounge, I also pull out some rose gold chained nipple clamps. They’ll give me the extra stimulation and sense of submission I crave in sex .
The pinch of the clamps as I adjust them sends shockwaves straight to my pussy, causing a gush of slick together with another cramp.
“Oh, Bruce, my faithful friend” I moan as I cup my breasts, squeezing hard before lying back in my nest and spreading my legs wide, my hand drifting down to play with my clit. “You’re up.”
Running my fingers through my folds, I gather the slick there, using it to lubricate Bruce before picking him up and choosing my favourite program. Number six. Two short buzzes followed by a long one. Hits just right.
Bringing the toy to my pussy, I run it along my centre, moaning as the vibration hits my clit and pleasure begins to coil deep inside me. I repeat the motion, tugging on my nipple clamps at the height of the vibrations.
My eyes drift close as I lose myself in the pleasure, one hand gripping the blanket beneath me as I bring Bruce to my entrance and slowly push him inside.
He’s a big boy, and the feeling of the cold, smooth cock inside me has my toes curling and a scream escaping me. I’ve never been quiet in bed, not even solo.
I let myself fall back into fantasies of Corey and Noah again. Of them pleasuring me. Of me pleasuring them. Of them pleasuring each other. The three of us twisted together in the throngs of ecstasy as we explore each other’s bodies.
My scent thickens, filling the room. The desperate urge to scent it combined with Noah’s coffee and Corey’s marshmallow scents overcomes me, and I whimper with need. I thrust Bruce in and out, my pace quickening as I chase my orgasm.
It hits me like a freight train, my back arching off the bed as I scream through the uncoiling of pleasure, my body tensing and then relaxing as it rips through me. Already feeling needy, I push Bruce in harder, deeper, his small knot breeching my entrance, my pussy clamping down around it.
I’m so lost in my lust, so deep in my fantasies, that I don’t even hear the door being kicked open.
“Saylor, honey, open your eyes.”
At first I think the voice comes from my imagination, that my fantasies have taken on a mind of their own. That is until a hand brushes over my arm, and I almost jump out of my skin. The breath I take is laced with coffee and toasted marshmallows confirming that what I see in front of me is indeed happening.
Noah is standing beside the reading chair, his eyes dark with lust as he pulls his hand away from my arm. Behind him stands Corey, sheepishly trying to lean my door against the wall, the frame shattered and hinges on the ground.
And here I am, chains hanging from the clamps still attached to my nipples, legs spread wide with Bruce buried deep inside my pussy.
I should ask them why they’re here. Why they’ve broken down my door like they thought someone was being murdered. Or feel embarrassed at what they’ve walked in on, and how completely and utterly on display I am.
But instead, I perfume, my pussy fluttering around Bruce, more slick gushing from me as I realise that maybe I won’t be spending this heat alone after all.