Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kara
Showering in N’Pact’s guest bathroom took me way outside my comfort zone. I knew the bedroom and bathroom doors were both locked, but my upbringing made me second guess even being in their house, even though it felt right.
The wine was wearing off now, and I didn’t have an excuse for what was starting to play out in my head. I imagined what would happen if I had left the doors unlocked, and Alvaro and Tate came into the bathroom.
Warm water pours over me from the two shower heads. The two alphas knock gently on the door before coming in and groaning at the sight of me through the glass shower. I look over at them, biting my lip and nodding my consent. I need them to relieve the building pressure between my legs.
I leaned against the wall, reaching for the handheld shower head and moving the dial until it was at just the right stream. I let it hit my nipples, my breath catching as the sensation went straight to my core.
They strip out of what little clothes they have on and slip inside the shower, their eyes devouring me like hungry wolves. I take them in too as they step under the rainfall shower head one after the other.
I moaned, lowering one hand between my legs and spreading my lips open before lowering the shower head to my clit.
Alvaro reaches down, stroking his thick cock as he steps forward. “I’m going to make you scream, Kara.”
“Yes.” I’m panting now, ready for them to claim my body.
He lowers to the ground in front of me and Tate moves to the side of him, grabbing my leg and holding it up to give Alvaro all the access he needs.
With the first touch of Tate’s lips on my nipple, my body trembles. And then Alvaro licks my pussy tantalizingly slow until he reaches my clit.
I needed more, so I moved to the shower seat, thankful the hose of the shower head reached. I put my foot up on it, letting the water fully hit my pussy. I brought my other hand to my nipple, pinching it and closing my eyes. God, it felt so good.
Tate kneads my other breast while he sucks and then switches. One of my hands goes to his head and one to Alvaro’s, holding them in place. My head goes back against the shower wall, my eyes closing as I get closer and closer to the edge.
Tate grabs my chin. “Watch as I stroke my cock, omega.”
He lets me go and sits on the shower bench, his hand going to his cock and pumping down the long shaft. God, I want to sit on it and have it fill me.
Alvaro’s tongue flicks harder, his hand pumping in sync with his motion. Tate groans, his fist matching our pace. It’s too much, and I cry out, my release taking me to a whole new universe of pleasure.
My entire body spasmed as I orgasmed, the water becoming too much for my sensitive clit. I pulled it away and sat down heavily on the shower seat, my toes and fingers tingling as my pleasure ebbed all too quickly.
If only the fantasy had been real…
As I came down from my orgasm, the fog that had been surrounding my brain since the first glass of wine cleared. What was I doing masturbating in a famous boyband’s guest bathroom?
I gasped and nearly slipped getting up. My pills.
I quickly finished my shower and wrapped a towel around me after drying off.
Clothes were on the floor outside the door, and I was disappointed they were freshly washed.
There wasn’t even the smallest hint of Alvaro or Tate on them.
The shirt was a dark gray N’Pact shirt with a photo of them, and the shorts were too big for me but were fine after I pulled the drawstring as far as it would go and rolled the waistband a few times.
My hair was dripping down my back, but I didn’t exactly have another shirt to wrap it in.
Sometimes I wished I was more like Kayla with my hair.
She did not take care of her curls like I did.
After I got my pills, I’d take the t-shirt off and wrap my hair in it so I could at least not look like a frizz ball.
The house was dark and quiet as I tiptoed down the hall toward the living room. It was a relief that all pharmacies were required to put medicine for omegas in punch-out packaging because pill bottles could easily be tampered with.
There was a dim light on in the corner of the living room and in the kitchen, giving just enough light to see. I walked to the coffee table and frowned down at it. Where the fuck were my pills?
I was pretty sure I’d put them right next to the controller for the television. I turned around and moved the pillows and then the couch cushions. Besides a few Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, coins, and a tissue, there was nothing.
Dropping to my hands and knees, I ran my hand under the couch and glanced under the coffee table. Maybe I had taken them into the kitchen. I had meant to take one.
I started to walk that way, but then stopped dead in my tracks. I hadn’t seen Gizmo when I’d first walked into the living room because the couch was in the way.
He was lying on his side on the floor, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and his breaths coming hard and fast. And right next to him was a chewed-up sleeve and blister package.
“No...” I breathed out, dropping to my knees in front of him and running my hand down his side. “What did you do?”
He whimpered, and my heart broke into pieces. He’d chewed on the entire thing and most of the pills were missing. Not caring if he bit me, I grabbed his jaw and opened his mouth to look inside.
“Fuck.” I couldn’t see anything besides lots and lots of saliva. He needed a vet and fast.
I jumped to my feet and ran toward the stairs. This was all my fault, and if the dog died... I couldn’t think of that. Dogs swallowed things they weren’t supposed to all the time. He’d be okay. Right?
At the top of the stairs in one direction was a completely dark hall, and the other had a faint glow at the end where there was a large open space, like a television was on. There were double doors at the very end of it, which was most likely the primary bedroom.
I ran, bypassing a few doors, not wanting to waste time looking inside. Where there was light, there was life. The hall opened into a living room space with a library and lounge on one side and a television with giant beanbags on the other, one of which was occupied.
“Payne!” The N’Pact member was sleeping, a gaming controller on his heavily tattooed and muscular stomach.
He stirred but didn’t wake up. I said his name again and tapped his foot. He groaned and moved, the controller falling off his stomach, but his eyes stayed closed.
“Wake up!” I leaned closer to him, smacking his knee.
He jolted awake, his eyes widening as he sat up. I didn’t have time to explain what I was doing standing right over him in his house before he grabbed me and flung me onto the foam beanbag, pinning me under him.
“Omega,” he growled, burying his face in my hair and neck. “You smell so good.”
I was frozen, unable to even formulate a thought. The weight of his body on top of mine and the way he was holding my wrists possessively over my head was making my already satisfied pussy think she wasn’t so satisfied after all.
“Is this a dream?” His lips brushed against the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “You smell like warm chocolate.”
I inhaled sharply. His scent was all alpha, but the bacon undertones made me groan and squirm underneath him. “Wait... I...”
He bit my ear and moved my wrists to hold with one hand.
His other trailed down the side of my face to my throat.
He wrapped his tattooed fingers around it, putting very little pressure, but just enough that if I had panties on, they would be soaked.
Instead, the wetness just pooled between my thighs.
“Payne,” I panted. “Gizmo.”
I’d never been this close to an alpha before. Sure, Alvaro had hugged me, but I could easily have escaped. But this? My mind and body had gone to a different place, nearly forgetting about why I’d come upstairs in the first place.
Ignoring me, he slid his lips along my jaw and stopped at the corner of my mouth. “This can’t be real.”
The dog, Kara. Remember the dog.
“Stop! Gizmo is dying.” I squirmed, but not trying to get closer to him. I was trying to get away. “We need to go to the vet.”
He pulled back, snapping out of the trance he was in. “What? Kayla?” He jumped up, his face looking like he’d just seen something life-altering.
“I’m Kara.” I put my hand over my heart. “The dog. He ate my whole pack of suppressants.”
He blinked at me several times, confusion on his face before picking his shirt up off the floor. “Where?”
“Downstairs,” I choked, wiggling my weight off the beanbag.
He looked down at me and narrowed his eyes. “Why are you in our house? Is Kayla here?”
Before I could answer, he ran down the hall. I managed to get up and go after him, hoping we had time. Payne had only had me pinned for about a minute, but that minute could have cost Gizmo his life.
I could barely see as I made it downstairs just as Payne got to Gizmo. He made a strangled sound as he dropped down beside him, only his head visible over the back of the couch.
“Alvaro!” Payne yelled, and I jumped at the sudden call for the leader of the pack.
He picked Gizmo up, the dog’s head hanging limp. He was still panting but had no energy left in his body. I covered my mouth to stop the sounds of my sobs from escaping.
Alvaro flew down the stairs, his eyes widening in fear as soon as he saw the dog. “How did this happen? Shit. Tate!” He ran back up the stairs, yelling for Tate to get his clothes on.
I followed Payne down another staircase and into an entertainment area that I could hardly see through my tears. He headed down another hall, and before he got to the door at the end, it opened, and we all jumped nearly ten feet in the air.
“What the fuck, Avery?” Cal looked from the dog to me and then back to the dog. “What’s wrong?”
“Gizzy is sick.” Payne tried to move past Cal, but he held up a black helmet to block the way. “Move out of the fucking way.”
“Did you take your sleep meds?” Cal lowered his voice, but I still could hear him.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does.” Cal backs up into the garage. “I’ll drive. Did you wake-”
“We’re coming!” Alvaro yelled from down the hall, yanking a shirt over his head. “What happened?”
“Ask her.” Payne walked quickly to the back of a smaller SUV.
Cal put his helmet on the ground and entered a code into a metal box hanging by the door. It had several keys hanging on hooks, and he pulled out a pair. He unlocked the doors and then grabbed a pair of flip-flops from a shelf. “I take it you two are going to deal with Kayla?”
“I’m Kara.” I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling helpless.
He didn’t pay me any mind as he hit a button to open the garage door and rushed to the SUV to help Payne get the dog in the back.
I stood back as Tate and Alvaro came out of the house in various states of undress.
Tate just had his clothes gathered against his chest, and Alvaro was buttoning his jeans.
Tate went to the shelves and threw a pair of flip-flops at me. “You can stay here or go with us.”
I let them hit me and then slid my feet into them. “I’m going.”
I ran to the SUV, getting in the back with Payne and the dog. He glared at me but didn’t say a word as Cal hopped in the driver’s seat, started the car, and started backing out while Alvaro and Tate were still putting on their pants.
“Wait! What about-”
“They can take another car.” Cal backed up far enough so he could turn and drive forward toward the gate which was already opening. “Where’s your sister?”
“At her house. It’s a long story.” I buckled my seat belt as we turned onto the street. I looked out the back window to see if the police were still at Kayla’s but didn’t see them. “I’m not supposed to be here, and the gate busted so there are security guards until it can be fixed.”
“Did they fuck you?” Payne—or did he want to be called Avery?—stroked Gizmo’s head.
Cal inhaled sharply and then moaned. “Fuck. Why aren’t you on scent blockers?”
My face heated and I shrank against the door. “I am. I didn’t fuck anyone.” I didn’t like how weak I sounded, like a pitiful omega looking for her alphas to soothe her.
Scent blockers weren’t perfect, and if an omega was attracted to alphas, the blockers only worked so well. They dulled the scent just enough not to cause alphas to go into a rut, and most places we encountered alphas pumped scent neutralizers through the ventilation systems.
Alcohol also lessened their effectiveness and I’d had plenty of that.
“How the hell did Gizzy get ahold of your suppressants?” Payne was still pissed, but his voice softened a bit.
“I left them on the coffee table. I’d gone out to my car to get them and then ended up in your pool.” I looked out the window, not wanting to see either of their reactions. “I had a rough night.”
“Not as rough as Giz.” Cal turned down a few streets, and a few minutes later, we were in an area that had businesses.
Gizmo was still breathing, and I bit my inner cheek to stop myself from crying again when Cal turned into a parking lot for Hillside Veterinary Hospital. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, which was a relief.
Cal pulled right up to the door and Payne got out with the dog, the weight of him no problem. He went through the sliding door and Cal turned into a parking space. He shut off the car and put his forehead against the steering wheel.
Headlights flashed into the SUV and a sports car parked next to us, Tate and Alvaro jumping out and not even noticing me and Cal still inside.
“I’m so sorry.” I wanted to put my hand on his shoulder but sat on my hands instead.
He shook his head and sat up, unhooking his seat belt. “Are you staying out here?”
“Can I? Just for a few minutes?” I needed a minute to breathe and tell myself that everything would be okay.
“Lock the doors when you get out.” He handed me the keys over his shoulder and left me sitting in the darkness wondering what else could possibly go wrong.