Chapter 9 The Turn
The Turn
Jake
Where the ever living fuck are Sabbies and Ondine?
They left six hours ago. And for six miserable fucking hours, I’ve been unable to get a goddamned thing done.
I’ve changed my clothes three times. Granted, I tried to go for a run.
Opted instead for a cold shower. Then I was cold, so I took a hot shower.
Another omega was lifted off the streets, but returned to her omega housing hours later. Unscathed. I’ve asked my police contacts to tell me more, but the omega didn’t give them more.
I’ve been pacing around the house looking for god only knows.
I played piano until I annoyed myself. I ignored my emails.
I didn’t show up to my meetings. I tried to rub one out but couldn’t finish (which is making me wonder if I need to be admitted to the hospital).
Shadow is hiding from me. That asshole. If Shadow’s temperament continues to plague this bond, I will absolutely lose it.
He needs to just fuck her.
That’s what I am doing, and look how happy I am!
I grip the hair at the back of my neck and tear it so I can feel something other than this torment.
Where the fuck are they?
I have checked the app we have that shows my pack’s location, but I don’t have a sensor on Ondine.
I hear Sabbies’s truck tires on the gravel, and I shoot out like a bullet on the porch. It’s already parked, and Boone is helping my omega out of the truck cab, holding her hand.
“Where the fuck have you been?” My anger is unapologetic.
Boone looks startled, and Sabbies comes around the truck looking like I struck him.
“It’s 6 o’clock, Jake. Isn’t that when dinner is? You wanted us home for dinner. What’s going on?”
He’s looking at me like there’s some other reason that I’d be upset right now.
I ignore him. I ignore both of them and I rush to my omega.
Her skirt sits low on her hips, so I take a second to pull it back up on her waist, adjusting her shirt too, and then check her hair to make sure they didn’t fuck it up.
It looks fine. I pull her into me and kiss the top of her head.
My shoulders relax and my jaw loosens. Thank fuck.
Her arms finally go around me for a small hug. Good god, she was gone too long.
“Is everything ok? Jake, your agitation is so strong.”
I tip my head to Sabbies, and a growl comes out. He takes a step back. I’ve got this little sprite back in my arms. I’m already feeling better. But it’s not enough.
“Let’s go.” I take her hand and pull her into the house.
Sabbies is at my heel. “Wait! Jake, stop and explain yourself!”
I pull her to a stop and turn to him, teeth bared. “You were gone too long!”
“We hit the commuter traffic on the bridge coming back, but we aren’t even late!” Sabbies is anxious that I’m mad at him. His anxiety is noted. But he had my omega for hours! Hours! He took her from me, and she’s been gone too long!
I turn to Ondine, and without thinking, I use my alpha voice—“Get upstairs to my room and wait for me. Now!”
Boone, who I forgot was even there, says, “Wow! Jake! What the fuck? That was unnecessary.”
Ondine leaves us to go do as she’s told. Because she always does as she’s told. I don’t even think I needed the alpha voice.
I look at Boone and Sabbies, who have a mix of shock and fear between them.
“I didn’t like that one bit. You take my omega from me all day! All day! I had no eyes on her.” And then I add, as quickly as possible, “All those missing omegas were taken in the city.”
Sabbies garners a quiet voice, like he doesn’t want to spook me. “I had eyes on her the whole time. She’s ok. Nothing happened.”
My attention is split between his wide, earnest eyes and where my omega is waiting for me. Sabbies is my bonded alpha. I can’t hurt him any more than I can hurt myself. I take a deep, calming breath. “Wait for us. We will still eat together.”
And I practically run into the house after that vanilla cream smell that leads me up to my room at the end of the house. I shed my shirt into the hall and my shoes, and I kick off just as I’m shutting the door. I wrap my arms around her middle and crash us into my bed.
I bury my face in her neck and hair and breathe her in. She smells like a salon. She smells like Boone. I don’t like it. I rub my face on her, spreading my scent as much as I can. She parts her legs, so I lie more comfortably between them as I’m crushing her.
“I need you,” I growl at her. Her hands stroke my shoulders in a calming manner. “Now.”
I pull her skirt up to her waist, crawling down her body until I can put my mouth on her over her pink panties. God, she smells incredible. I move my jaw and work her pussy until she puts her hands in my hair and moans. Her legs squirm, and it makes me just work her harder.
My dick gets so hard.
She’s saying something, but I can barely hear it with her thighs pressed into either side of my head. I debate whether to ignore her and keep my ministrations, but my curiosity outweighs it.
I pop my head up. “What’re you saying, Omega?”
She looks a bit unglued. So pretty like this. I want to mess her up more. I want her to go to dinner looking disheveled and smelling like me.
“Jake,” she says my name on her whispered breath, and my whole body quakes.
“Yes, baby, what do you need?” My hands are roaming under her skirt. Under her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra. I need to feel everything.
“Did I do something wrong?”
I stop.
“No, baby. Not at all.”
“You were angry.”
I climb up her body until I’m hovering over her face. “I’m not angry anymore. Now that I have you. Can I fuck you?”
I pump my hips into hers so she gets the message.
So she can feel how hard she’s made me. She’s all pink and flushed and messy.
I reach down and try to take off my pants, and while it’s difficult—I don’t want to move away from her.
I need to be closer to her. I need to crawl into her skin.
I want to crack open her chest and wrap myself around her heart.
My pants are off, and I move her panties to the side and push the head of my cock into her. It’s sudden, and she screams. I eat up her scream. My mouth over hers. I want all her sounds. They are mine now. I push inside her again in several big thrusts. She’s wet and warm and perfect. And mine.
Once I’m fully inside her, I can finally breathe. Calm. A heavenly calm cascades over us. Finally. My mind gives up everything it had been racing through. I can see for the first time in hours. I feel normal again.
“Oh, baby, were you empty without me?” I ask her, knowing the answer. Of course she was. She was probably just as distraught as I was all day. But now she’s where she should be, underneath me.
I slowly give her what she needs, causing me to start shaking. She strokes my cheeks with her hands, and I look her in the eyes as I rock in and out of her.
“Baby,” I moan. She sighs.
I wrap my arms underneath her and then spin us so I’m on bottom and she’s on top. She moves to sit up, but I can’t have that. No, I can’t have her any further away.
“No,” I growl and pull her down so her chest is on my chest.
Then I fuck her. I fuck her like I’ve never fucked anyone before.
I hold her tight and fuck her perfect pussy.
She screams her pleasure in my ears, and I’m in heaven.
I grip her whole body and rock her in that way that speeds her breathing, makes her start muttering, and eventually she takes over and fucks herself to orgasm.
It’s gorgeous to see. I want to knot her. But we have to go to dinner.
Boo.
I finish inside her, careful not to disturb her peace she’s achieved. I join her in the euphoria soon enough.
I feel good. Oh fuck I feel good.
She feels like the most tender warmth. I can’t imagine a more perfect place.
I can feel the tiresome feeling from the bond from Shadow and Sabbies. We’ve been gone long enough. I kiss this woman’s cheek and neck, and then pull out of her.
I’m counting the minutes until I get to fuck her again.
***
Ondine
I tell Jake I need to change, and the bastard makes me promise not to clean myself. He wants them to smell him on me. He’s such a scab. But for some reason, the omega in me loves it.
I go to my room and unpack my bag from my apartment.
I didn’t know I wanted to go home until I was there.
All my things are there. My favorite coffee (not coffee because omegas can’t have coffee but a similar brew made from cocoa beans), my tweezers, my chair I found at a thrift store, my curtains my parents bought me when I first moved in, my magazines, my sheet music.
Here at the Meier house, it’s just a room.
I slip off the skirt and tank and replace them with my oversized sweats and sweater. Grateful to be back in my clothes.
I sigh and sit on the bed for a minute, gathering my thoughts.
I’ve been worried that my time here will be cut short because Shadow isn’t doing anything but asking me about Jake when we are together.
But I am enjoying my time more and more with the other alphas.
Jake’s intense energy is enjoyable to be around.
Sebastian and I had a moment earlier that is making me shiver just thinking about.
His hand in my hair. His body pressing me into the door. Fuck me. He’s the largest of the three men. His big arms. Orange-y scent. Delicious.
I sigh and play with my hair. I almost, in a fit of pettiness, went shorter.
But I actually don’t want to upset Jake.
I like being the object of his desire right now.
It’s fun. He’s fun. Albeit very self-serving, but that self-serving now includes ensuring I orgasm as much as I have been, then let’s go.
And I got $500 today. I just can’t get too close. I am, after all, only temporary.
I stop on the stairs before I turn into the kitchen, catching them in the middle of a fight. It is obviously about me. Jake is sarcastically saying he’s sorry to Shadow. Sebastian is growling. I step down the stairs and stand in the portal, looking into the kitchen.
It smells incredible. Emmerson, the beta, is finishing setting out a lasagna and salad next to plates and cutlery, and a vase of daffodils.
He makes eye contact with me, and then suddenly looks at Jake and looks down.
Jake doesn’t notice, but Emmerson definitely was worried he might be caught giving me attention.
Shadow sees, though. He looks at me and gives me a piercing death glare. I don’t look away. I’m too curious. Being in a pack is not as simple as I imagined.
I know it’s stupid to have thought it would be simple.
I just thought omegas hung around the house in cute outfits, making bread and gardening or whatever, and then getting railed by several alphas.
Maybe I watch too much tv. But no, I’ve seen omegas before.
At the zoo or aquarium. They wear little outfits and are surrounded by smiling alphas.
They have flat shoes and no purses. Just vibing. Like well-kept pets.
I assumed they were brainless incubators.
Even thinking this is making me feel like I’ve got the wrong idea of what I even am.
“I’m going to the gym,” Shadow shouts like he’d rather continue fighting, but is too angry. He is still staring at me. And not leaving for the gym. He’s dressed for it, though, in black cuffed activewear pants and a green shirt. It makes his amber eyes stand out.
“Shadow, we are eating as a pack, and that’s final.”
“And who’s invited to this pack dinner. Are our betas? Our random alpha friend, Boone?“ I look around and don’t see Boone. I’d thought he left. “Or our time-bomb omega we bought and paid for?”
I frown.
“It’ll be the four of us. Emmerson, you can go. And stop looking at my omega.” Jake says in a way that makes it obvious why, even though he’s the youngest alpha in the room, he’s the pack leader.
“She’s your omega? Really?” Shadow rolls his eyes. I notice Sebastian in the corner, eyes closed and head hanging down.
“Fuck all the way off,” Jake says through gritted teeth.
Emmerson finally darts out the side door. Everyone is at a standstill.
“Everyone, find a seat, now!” Jake says to the room. Sebastian pulls a chair over. Shadow backs up and sits on the counter, and Jake motions for me to sit in the chair nearby. He remains standing.
“What the ever living fuck is going on?”
No one says anything.
“We talked about this months ago. Months. We’ve been a pack for five years now.
And a few months ago, we talked about getting an omega.
Shadow was worried he wouldn’t like her.
Sebastian was worried she wouldn’t like us.
So we decided to get an Institute placement.
A trial.” He’s talking real slow, like everyone in this room is an idiot.
“We drew up our contract, and all of you agreed to the terms.” Jake takes a breath.
“Shadow, you told me that you were excited. Then I fucked up, because I couldn’t hide my small, not-at-all relevant, personality disorder during the interviews. ”
What? I just thought he was a bit of a narcissist, but not necessarily in the clinical sense.
He continues, “So, instead of disappointing you, I found us a solution. And here she is. She’s young and pretty, and there’s seemingly nothing wrong with her”—gee, thanks, Jake—“and we all had a lovely time during her heat. What am I missing?”
Shadow and Sebastian are silent.
I resist the urge to ask if we can eat yet.
I’m staring at the giant pan of lasagna on the counter. It looks so bubbly and delicious. How can I make it mine?
Finally, Sebastian says, “I told Shadow that I know he’s been depriving the omega of a standard level of care.”
Oh.
“I also told him that I have been giving him space to be with Ondine, but since he’s not caring for her properly, I would no longer keep my space.
I like her,” he looks at me, “I like you. I can’t be here and see you being deprived.
” He turns back to Jake. “Shadow is still welcome to do what he wants, but he will now share her among all three of us.”
My eyes are so wide, they start to dry out. Sebastian has decided to…care for me? My head is slightly shaking left to right, rejecting this. This isn’t happening. He doesn’t really mean it.