Chapter 47 Back In College
Back In College
Mads
We slept a second night altogether in the nest. It was incredible to be surrounded by everyone.
I asked Kol and Locke about our pack dynamic while we were shopping, and I was told some interesting things.
I guess it’s not common for pack members to have private relationships.
The clan Kol came from would go ape shit if they found out about his pack dynamics.
It’s not so much “uncommon” as it is “discouraged” or even “forbidden”.
Locke told me that packs are centered around an omega, and she (or he) is the only one they fuck or fall in love with.
As a bisexual man, that’s wild to me. I can’t even fathom being around so much sex and not…touching someone else during the heat. I don’t know. Seems like maybe they do eat some ass, and just don’t tell afterwards. Who knows?
I guess that’s where we have Oscar. He’s interested in the omegas. Not us. If I touched his ass while we were in bed together, he’d be upset. But that seems more his personal sexual orientation than a cultural thing.
We don’t plan on adjusting our behavior tonight. But at least I am informed.
My hip has been acting up, a thing that happens when your walk isn’t straight, and I keep having to push on the joints to help relieve the pain. The girls are getting ready in our only bathroom, and I’m lying on the nest hoping the pain doesn’t get worse.
Locke comes in wearing gold slacks and a long-sleeve shirt with black and gold rose design. I don’t bother wondering if that’s the dress code. He straddles me on the bed and asks, “Where does it hurt?”
I groan.
I don’t want to be a butthead about it. I don’t. So, I force a smile and say, “My hip. I’ve been leaning on my cane too hard.”
He nods and slides down so he’s straddling my knees. I point at the offending part, and he starts massaging until he hits just the right spot, and I hiss.
“Oh, don’t be a baby,” he chides.
He keeps prodding me until he gets a better sound. Eventually, he’s no longer on me and has me in a funny position, while he works the soreness out of me.
“God, that feels good. You are good at this.”
“Thanks. I’m thinking of going to school for this.”
“What?”
“A massage therapist. Doesn’t that seem like something I’d be good at?”
I grab his hand and look up at him. He’s being serious. He looks bashful, and his face is pink all the way up his neck.
“Yeah, man, I think it would be great.”
“Ro mentioned she’s thinking of going to hair school. There’s one nearby, and when I looked it up, they have a massage therapist program.”
“Would that get in the way of you being a house alpha?”
He chuckles and gets back to rubbing my hip.
“I could probably do both. I just don’t want the baby to think I don’t do anything else.”
“Our kid won’t care if you are a stay-at-home dad.”
He pauses. He heard it too.
Dad.
Instead of getting serious, he waves his hand in the air. “I’m sure he won’t be anything like Kol and not appreciate my house alpha ways.”
This gets a real laugh out of me.
I feel Kol’s presence from the doorway. He’s watching us.
“I have a question,” Locke says. “How long have you been openly bi?”
“How long?”
“You know what I mean, Mads. I’ve known since I was young. My first kiss was with my boy cousin. We’d just seen that movie, the live-action one with that cute Peter Pan, and he looked just like him.”
That Peter Pan was cute. I can just see young Locke with big blue eyes staring at the screen in awe.
“I think mine was Neo from the Matrix. He and Trinity made me so panicked. But I didn’t have my first boy-kiss until my MBA program.
I’d dated girls my whole life, but was attracted to boys.
I thought everyone was attracted to attractive people, no matter their gender, honestly.
There were some beta guys in my cohort who messed around with each other, and we were together all the time.
They all liked how I did things. It was casual, and just for fun. ”
“What do you mean, ‘how you did things’?”
“How I take control and set up scenes. You lie there. Me on top. You on the side. Keep your mouth open. Don’t come yet….”
I can feel the arousal coming through the bond from Kol. That’s how I know it’s strong.
“Were you with them one-on-one or everyone together?”
“One-on-one, but sometimes we were watched by the other guys, we just pretended we weren’t. Like we’d have an all-night study group, and I’d take someone in the other room…”
“Fuck me,” Kol groans.
My hip is loose and no longer in active pain. Locke takes my hand and starts massaging my palm and fingers.
None of my cohort friends stuck around Cash City. Most are married and living in some other parts of the country. I’m not sure any of them are bonded with alphas or omegas. Now that I think about it, none of them are.
I missed having a whole…group of people I was kind of dating…
Oh my god. Am I learning something about myself right now?
My study group in my MBA program was just a precursor to my relationship preferences, it seems. Maybe I’ve always wanted to be in a poly situation.
Damn. I clear my throat. This is too deep for tonight. We are going out dancing. I need to get my head in the game.
“Ok, is everyone ready?”
Cadi opens the door and walks out wearing the most incredibly sexy outfit. Ro comes up from being her and shouts, “We should do shots!”
She immediately catches her blunder and looks at Cadi, the pregnant person, alarmed. “We can shoot chasers…”
Cadi laughs and takes her hand.
“Let’s shoot chasers!”
“Hell yes!”
Kol
I’m so glad we ordered cars. After we took shots of orange juice, each couple took their own car to the club.
It’s very symbolic of the whole “we are taking each other out on dates” thing.
Mads responds well to the idea of dating, and Cadi clearly wants to be courted that way ever since she started dating Mads.
Ro is more excited than anyone to go on a date with the infamous Oscar Soto.
She wears the smallest black dress I’ve ever seen.
When she walks, her hips make the hem bounce, and you think you can see her ass, but it’s just a tease.
She’s got these burgundy heels to match Oscar.
She keeps saying, “I can’t believe Oscar Soto is taking me on a date. ”
Which, to be fair, is the wildest thing to happen. I’ve known Oscar for a while now, and while he’s always been a softy marshmallow underneath all that mustache, he has a reputation.
His reputation in his old life and his reputation in this new life are both influential. If ever there was a pack with two omegas and a beta we were all enamored with, it would be Oscar’s, because he can keep up with all of us.
Speaking of Oscar, the mark I made on his arm healed without a scar, and he told me I could bite him again. I know where all my marks are on everyone, and I check in with them often. They are important to me.
Mads reaches over and takes me by the hand. We are in the backseat of the car.
Our hands are the same size and both a little rough.
I stroke the callouses on his palm from using his mobility aid.
I love that even in the dark, even if I didn’t know who was there, if I felt his hand and these callouses then I’d know it was him.
I want to know the rest of him like this.
I’d like to recognize his kiss. His cheek against mine.
His breathing. His movements. I’d like to know him so well that every part of him is like a part of me.
We arrive at the club last. I’d called the owner last night and got our names on the list, with the expressed interest in buying the club this time. It’s a terrible investment, but I want tonight to go well.
The dark street is filled with beautiful people waiting for the nightclubs, only lit by neon lights and cell phone screens.
There are several clubs that meet in the back of these buildings, and so all four alley streets are shut down.
Mads and I exit the car hand in hand, and we get lots of looks.
First they notice me, then Mads, then his mark on his neck.
This is followed by people looking away quickly and finding something else to pretend to be looking at.
He fucking loves it.
It doesn’t hurt that he looks incredible. His bleached hair is styled, his gray and black clothes are sharp, and his cane makes him look like a motherfucking bad ass.
I’m no better in green. My shirt is undone, showing off my chest and leather harness. We walk side by side up the steps to the entrance, and I give the bouncer my name, and we cut the line, entering the club.
Stealthily, I hook the leather cage-style muzzle over my mouth just as we enter the club.
The DJ everyone loves will be on the rooftop, but we acclimate to the club with drinks. Mads gets a gin and tonic, and I get a whiskey Coke. When he turns around with our drinks, he drops his cane and hangs his mouth open in shock.
“You like it?”
“It’s going to make it hard to kiss you, but fuck yeah, I like it. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Of course it is. It’s me.
Mads spots the girls first, because I was too busy catching Locke and Oscar huddled near a column, looking serious.
The girls have already ditched them to dance.
I take Mads’s drink so he can hold my arm with one hand and his cane with the other, which he retrieves from the ground, and we get closer.
There’s smoke in the air, so the lights and lasers dance all over us. I watch Cadi with Ro.
This was where she and I met. I’d been making moves to seal the deal with this attractive beta woman that night. She was into it. I was making it clear I was easy. She’d already told her friends that she would find her own ride home.
Then Cadi appeared.
Like an angel through the heavens.
She wore even less clothing than she wears tonight. Tonight she has a high neck cropped top with tight leather pants. Her hips and ass look incredible in her outfit.
Ro puts her hands on her, and they move in sync.
The two of them snap together like magnets. Ro fits just under her chin. She looks at me as her hands slip down Cadi’s lower back, and I glare at her.
She glares back pointedly.
I curl up my lip and show her my teeth through the cage muzzle.
I’ve been teasing Ro since we first met at the O’Bannon pack house last year.
She’s too easy to rile up, and it’s funny as hell to see her so affected.
Also, no one would believe her if she told them I behaved this way—sticking my tongue out at her, giving her teasing head shakes, and these over dramatic glares.
In response, she slides her hand over Cadi’s round ass. I give her a real glare, and she smiles. Oh, she thinks won this round, but she doesn’t know how dirty I can play.
As the blue and red lights go wild, and the bass drops, I make sure she’s watching me.
Mads takes his drink back, but before he can take a sip, I slip off the muzzle I turn to him and kiss him right on the lips.
My beta. My man. I lift my eyes to the little omega, and her mouth hangs open in ripe indignation.
See? Fun as hell.
Mads gives me a knowing smile and a shake of his head. He knows I that the muzzle is staying off. There's a reason it used to be near impossible for me to take off by myself. I'm hungry.
I kiss him again.
I let Ro win the next round, or so she thinks, when Cadi and her make out and grind on each other on the dance floor. Why would I be mad about that? I’m not threatened by her. Cadi loves me. She’s going to have my baby.
Locke joins Mads and me on the dance floor for a couple of songs. He takes Cadi and Ro wraps herself around Mads. I get on the other side of Cadi and reenact some of our first moves together. She’s so hot and bothered.
My tongue is in her ear, and Locke is attached to her neck.
A hand comes out, and travels to my front and touches my bare chest, and by the feel of the callous I know it’s Mads. He says in my ear, “The DJ is about to start on the rooftop stage.”
I relay the message to Cadi, and she says it to Locke.
All six of us go upstairs, and the cool night air greets us, indicating summer is coming to an end.
Fall is almost here. We spent the whole summer in Cash City, and it will be the most life changing summer of my life.
I wouldn’t change a single thing about my life because I’m exactly where I want to be with all my favorite people.
The city stretches out on either side, we are surrounded by skyscrapers, spires, rooftops, and windows.
Twinkle lights frame our view, and the DJ is already starting their first song.
Ro squeals and jumps up and down, grasping onto her beta’s shirt.
His smile is of pure adoration. Oscar puts his hand on her lower back.
Locke wraps his arms around Cadi, laying his head on her shoulder, and they watch Delta Delta Delta on their big music board.
Locke mentioned DJing. Maybe now that we aren’t afraid of O’Bannon anymore, he can will find something that special to him. Like DJing.
I look around, and no one is paying any attention to us. They have their own partners and lovers to distract them.
A breeze slides over our sweaty faces, and we move even closer to each other, moving up and down with the beat.
I catch Oscar’s bright and shiny eyes. He smiles back at me. Unrestrained and open. I want to make a joke about how none of us even took MDMA, and yet we all look high as shit.
We are high.
Because we are cataclysmically, completely, and earth shatteringly in love with each other.