Chapter 6 Settling In
Settling In
Liora
Pack Parker was messy. I'd never appreciated how neat and tidy my original pack had been. It helped that we'd had people to clean, but even so, I'd never seen Mace throw his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor and leave them there. Or Finn spill a cup of soda and not bother wiping it up.
By the time my new alphas woke up, I'd managed to scrape the stuck food off the stove and scrub it down with the ancient container of dishsoap and a piece of crumpled foil.
I'd cleaned out the sink and washed down the table, which was sticky from said spilled soda.
The floor was sticky, too, but I couldn't find a mop or a broom.
"Already hard at work. I knew we picked the right omega," Josh grinned when he came into the kitchen. "What's for dinner?"
I'd already gone through the cupboards and fridge and knew how little was there. "Pasta?"
"Hmm, thought you'd be able to whip up something fancier than that," Mark said with a frown. "Didn't you get cooking lessons in the center?"
"Yes, but there's not much to work with here. We'd need to go shopping."
"Give us a list and we'll go. You can stay here and clean."
I wrote out a list on a scrap of paper, including some cleaning supplies, and gave it to Mark. He handed it to Bronson.
Everyone but Mark left and I returned to cleaning the counters. I'd barely even started when I felt Mark pressing into me from behind, trapping me against the counter. The hardness pushed up against my ass told me he was ready for round two.
"I'm still a bit sore from earlier," I said quietly.
"You're an omega, you'll heal fast. This is what you're here for," he said, his lips brushing my ear. "My pack hasn't had this kind of relief in years."
That explained why they were so eager to get me home, I thought bitterly.
Pack Saunders had been mostly uninterested in sex in the final year I'd spent with them and I'd gotten used to the infrequent intimacy.
Now I leaned into Mark's touch, almost unwillingly.
The omega in me desperately needed to feel the contact I'd been deprived of for so long.
He grunted and unzipped his pants. "Turn around and get me ready."
Spinning and dropping to my knees, I breathed through my mouth to avoid his scent and closed my eyes. Swirling my tongue around his meaty tip, I took him all the way in, just like they'd taught us in the center.
"Eyes open, I want you looking at me."
I obeyed, swallowing to keep from gagging and moving expertly up and down while using a hand on his sack for extra stimulation.
We'd been taught over and over that we needed to draw the experience out.
My instructor had screamed at me to slow down.
"It's not a race, it's about his pleasure, not getting it over with," she'd howled in my face.
Now I made sure to slow down and make it last for him, even though all I wanted was for him to finish quickly.
No such luck. He let me blow him for a good ten minutes before he pulled out, flipped me around and bent me over the counter so my legs were dangiling and pulled my pants down just enough that he could squeeze between my thighs and penetrate me.
All I could do was hang onto the counter until he finished, he was so rough.
"Good girl. Now finish up the cleaning." He zipped himself up and walked away whistling.
"I can do this," I told myself silently. "You have a house and food as long as you're good to them."
The other alphas returned with the groceries and I got to work learning how to use the stove (only two burners worked) and putting everything away in the cupboards and fridge.
I wasn't sure how much money this pack had, but I'd been told packs had to have a certain amount of money in order to get an omega from the center.
Surely, they'd checked them out. But why did they live in such a dump if they had money?
When dinner was ready, I served them at the table. There were only four chairs, so I went back to the kitchen to eat, only to be called back by Josh. "You can get under the table while we eat," he told me.
"Excuse me?"
"Under the table, now." Mark barked.
I dropped to my knees and crawled under the table, barely fitting between all their knees. I was completely confused until Josh unzipped. That's when it hit me. They didn't care if I ate or not, they just wanted all day pleasure.
I could do it. Taking a deep breath and immediately regretting it, I moved between his legs, hearing other zippers coming down around me. They all wanted attention.
My classes on pleasing your alphas had included multiple alpha scenarios, so I put my skills to work and had them all finishing before dessert.
Then I crawled out from under the table, cleared the plates, got their dessert and quickly ate my own food in the kitchen, even though I wasn't very hungry anymore.
After dinner, the men watched sports in the living room, drinking beers and shouting at the screen.
I stayed in the kitchen, washing the dishes and drying them, then putting them all away.
I swept and mopped the floor and listened to them as they got drunker in front of the television.
The shouting was putting me on edge, memories of tasers seared into my brain, but finally I escaped to the bathroom to wash up for the night.
I still wore my uniform from the center, since they hadn't given me any clothes.
A quick search of the bedroom showed that the closets and dresser contained only men's clothing.
"Looking for something?" Bronson stood in the doorway, staring at me with grey eyes filled with disdain.
"Just checking for clothes . . . I don't have anything to wear."
"You can go naked. Easier for all of us."
"But if we leave the house," I said, my heart in my throat.
"We didn't buy you to show you off. You belong in the house, serving us in every way possible. Don't like it, we can ship you back to the heat dens." He shrugged and dragged his eyes down my body. "In fact, take that outfit off now. You might as well get used to it."
Holding back tears, I pulled off my clothes under his watchful eye and handed them to the burly man in front of me.
Bronson smirked and left the room. A minute later, I heard the front door open and when I went to the window, I saw that he was stuffing my clothes into the burner barrel.
Dumping something on them, he lit a match and tossed it in.
Just like that, any remaining hope I'd had that this would be a decent pack was gone.