Chapter 27 Pack Life
Pack Life
Oscar
Both of my pack mates spent their evening fucking someone. I wait until they are ready to tell me what mystery person they’ve partnered with. They will always tell me the truth eventually.
Some lies are still waiting for the truth.
Like, who Locke goes and fucks sometimes when he leaves. I know all about his upbringing in the Legs O’Bannon pack house. How they treated him, reduced him to an animal. A background like that deserves time to heal. And that’s what he’ll always get from me. A safe, patient healing.
I’m curious mostly about Kol.
Is he fucking the beta? I’m not sure if that’s a solid move at this time.
I clean the house so when Kol arrives home, he can feel good. His sheets are cleaned and put back on his bed. His bathroom smells of bleach and glass cleaner. The kitchen table is cleared, and his chair he likes to work from is turned out, so he can slip right in.
I then sit on an armchair facing the door and wait for him to return.
My day with the beta is tomorrow. And then he’ll need to decide if he’s in or not.
I hear the sounds of someone outside fumbling with their keys. Clinging. Jamming. Clinging. Jiggling. Is he drunk?
He manages to get the door open and takes a slow, tentative step inside. His bag slips off of his shoulder and he discards it by the door that he ensures to lock. He turns around and I smell him.
My face scrunches up to try to block the smell.
“Kol, did you take a swim in the river?”
He’s soaking wet and his feet squelch as he takes a few steps towards me, head bowed, and turns away so as not to look at me.
“Yes, alpha. I had to get her scent off of me before I returned home.”
“Her?”
He nods slowly. “The beta and I, Mads and I…” his shame is palpable between us.
“You and Mads shared a woman?”
A nod. He stands before me like a man standing in front of a judge for his crimes. His body is trembling.
“You’re wearing your muzzle.” The thought of him in that wild river with his muzzle on upsets me. Putting himself in danger to try to wash away his shame…
“I had to put it on earlier. My teeth were aching, and my mouth was salivating. I swear it was worse than before I bit Locke.”
I nod.
I thought as much. He’s under too much pressure. They both are.
“Kol, I’d like to help you. Will you allow me that?”
He blows out a laugh. “Oscar, I’m not going to take your virginity just to appease my rutting problem.”
I realize now what that sounded like. I join him in the laugh. I have been saving myself for an omega. I have no compulsion to fuck men or alphas, and Kol knows this.
“No, something else. Come sit at my feet,” I tell him soberly, my pack lead command in my voice.
He does as he’s told and sits between my legs with his back to the chair.
I direct him closer so he can rest his arms on my thighs.
His body is sopping wet. It’s fine. I’ll clean him up in a bit when we are done.
I lay my arm out in front of him, my elbow resting on my knee. He instinctively holds onto my forearm in front of him.
“It’s not your rutting that I was referring to.”
With my free hand, I unclasp his muzzle and it falls into his lap. “It’s your biting. I realized that I can help with that. You bear my mark,” I say, and stroke the two half moons on his shoulder, over his shirt. He shivers at the touch. “I can afford to bear some of yours.”
His whole body goes still. I let him process my offer.
It’s non-conventional, that’s for sure. Laying claiming marks on your pack lead.
I’m sure they’ll hurt, because a real claiming mark doesn’t hurt—well, at first. There’s a rush of endorphins after a claiming mark that erases any pain.
I won’t get that here. But Kol will be able to sink his teeth into flesh.
He’ll be able to quell his desire for it. This is a safe place for him to do it.
“If you’re sure, Alpha.”
He strokes my forearm and brings it up to his lips, rubbing my skin against his. He’s already decided he wants to do it. I’m glad I didn’t have to convince him.
“For all your shame you carry, Locke nor I have ever felt ashamed of you. Your actions have never hurt us so much we wouldn’t claim you as ours all over again. You are mine. Do you hear me, Alpha Soto? You are mine.”
We share a name. And a future. We share a home. Everything that is mine, is also his.
“Don’t hold back. I’m ready when you are,” I say.
His teeth sink into my flesh only a breath later. My arm is latched into his mouth. Warm blood drips down my wrist and onto the floor.
Absolutely pleasure, satiation, joy, and peace flood the bond. It’s so powerful, I feel Locke awake from whatever he is. His side of the bond was closed off from us, but it’s blown open with Kol’s feelings.
And my pain.
It does hurt. A lot. But I bite down on a rubber pellet that I’d slid between my teeth as quickly as I could. My arm shakes in Kol’s hold. He groans in pleasure, and I yell in pain. It’s all involuntary. I wish I could hide my reaction from him so he can enjoy this fully.
As it is, he eases up his pressure and I feel a tinge of guilt. No. No, sweet Kol, don’t feel guilty.
The pellet drops out of my mouth, and I wince as I stroke the back of his head. “It’s ok. It’s ok,” I manage to say. He leans back into me as I lean into him, for support. I’m draped over him as my body rests. His jaw releases my flesh, and he takes to licking my wound. His saliva eases the pain.
We lay like that for a long while. Kol purrs and tends to my wound. Happy. Content. And I’m the same, for having been able to give him this.