Chapter 12 Arrival
Arrival
Ondine
Ifailed to mention earlier how precarious my situation was with Boone.
I’m sitting at the piano, and he’s towering over me.
A hand on the instrument, caging me in slightly as I sit on the bench.
His face is close to mine. I can smell the alpha.
It is, unfortunately, a nice smell. Like you’d imagine a cowboy might smell, outdoors and wildness.
So when Sebastian came into the house and looked over the entryway to us, in this position, in the piano room, I panicked.
I did not play it cool. I put my hands on Boone’s chest and pushed.
I pushed with all my strength. It did nothing, and he didn’t budge.
But now my hands are on him, and we are closer than ever.
And his smile has grown.
Sebastian stomps into the room, and with him comes the distinct smell of campfire.
I drop my hands from Boone’s chest and peek around him to see Sebastian. “Why does it smell like fire?” I ask before he can say a word.
He immediately stiffens, and his eyes bug out.
I resume pushing the man away from me. “Boone, get away from me, damnit!”
Boone finally lets up.
“Sebastian,” Boone greets, standing next to me. Like it’s him and I greeting him.
Sebastian’s regular orange smell turns into that whiskey-tinged musk. But he keeps all his emotions off his face. Sebastian normally has a sweet face, but he keeps it neutral as he assesses the room and us in it.
“Boone, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt here. Maybe you forgot who we are. Who the Meier pack is. Maybe we’ve grown complacent in our reminder.”
Boone fixes his clothes and puts on an air of cool confidence. “We were just hanging out, Sabbies. You’d left her all alone, and I was doing a service to the Meier pack by keeping the lonely little omega company.”
I sigh and look at my exits. There’s only one—the French doors that lead out into the hall. Maybe I could sneak out of here. Or throw myself out a window.
Sebastian pretends to think on this. His legs are out wide, hands behind his back, and with him wearing that black suit, he looks so powerful. So sexy. It doesn’t hurt anything that Sabbies is so damned attractive. But there’s definitely some sort of fire-smoke smell on him. Were they camping?
“Fine, then,” he says with some humor. “She’s coming back to the Sky Nest. Where she won’t be all alone.”
My face falls. They were not camping. They’ve been at Sky Nest. The most expensive and luxurious hotel in Cash City. It’s a five-diamond hotel. Only celebrities and the wealthy stay there.
Who are these people?
One hundred thousand dollars for a temporary omega? An entire beta staff. Gorgeous suits. Nice cars. They have a house on the peninsula. Damn, Ondine, you could have done a lot worse.
“You can’t bring her onto a job,” Boone says, and I can’t help but be worried about his statement.
“I can and I will. Boone Anderson, you’re being quite duplicitous. Did you think you could form some sort of bond with her while we were away?”
“Don’t be silly. I was just messing around.”
I gulp as the tension in the air continues to grow.
“Ondine, go pack a bag.”
I don’t know why I’m resisting, but I sit for longer than he likes, then say, “Jake told me to stay here.”
He moves from staring at Boone to looking at me. “Ondine, pack a bag now, or come with me as you are.”
He leaves no room for another retort. I stand and go pack.
I use the bag I’d just gotten from my place.
I throw everything in I can manage. I put on jeans and a bra, tie my shoes, then rush to Sebastian’s room where I steal a white button-down shirt hanging in his closet.
I put it on, only buttoning some of the higher buttons.
I tie off the bottom and roll up the sleeves with the cuffs out.
His whiskey orange scent and alpha commands sent my omega side into its primal base self, and unless I’m surrounded by him, I will start panting or moaning in distress.
Being an omega is so weird.
***
The entire drive into the city, Sebastian is twitching.
His scent changes again—this time a sweet orange smell.
I’m so curious about what’s happening to him.
But I don’t want him to stop. His facial expression is both soft and tight.
His hands are moving a lot. He’s adjusting his seat and the radio.
Finally, I put my hand on his leg. “Everything ok?”
He changes which hand he has on the steering wheel three times. “You’re wearing my shirt.”
“Is that ok?”
He licks his lips. “Why mine? Why not Jake’s?”
I pull out the bag of peach scones Boone made me take “for the road,” and I take one out. I take a bite. I thought they’d be dry, but they are melt-in-your-mouth moist. Good god, these are good.
“I don’t know.” I finish swallowing my bite. “I let my inner omega just do her thing. I think she likes it when you act possessive around Boone. I think she needed a token of yours after that display.”
Sebastian clears his throat, hard. “She is you, right?”
I smile at him. “She is me.” But I like to imagine her unexplainable behaviors aren’t mine. She’s so weird. Sebastian and I sit in comfortable silence the whole drive over the bridge. I watch the high-rise building of Sky Nest come closer and closer. It’s one of the tallest buildings in Cash City.
I eat all four peach scones. I didn’t even think to offer them to Sebastian. Oh well. His sweet orangey smell fills the car, and I bask in it.
“Those were good,” I say to myself.
“There are tons of them in the freezer if you ever want more. Shadow makes them.”
My head gives a little shake, out of confusion. I thought Boone made them. He made it seem like he did. I’m about to assume Boone at least took them out for me when Sebastian says, “I did warm them up for my breakfast, but you seem hungry enough.”
“Don’t lie—you could have stopped me.”
He gives me a wry grin.
As we navigate into the city, Sebastian tells me more about the client, Freddie Wong.
Shadow’s half-brother. He tells me Freddie is from the monastery up the canyon, which I am familiar with.
I’ve never spent time with the monks there, but I’ve seen them.
He tells me he’s feral. Something I knew the monastery helps with.
He doesn’t say it as a warning to me, and I don’t take it as one.
We pull into the underground parking and drive to the private car parking for the suites.
One of the Meier Protections Group beta agents greets us.
He checks our credentials, even though he knows Sebastian.
He checks in with the team upstairs, and we are free to go in.
We ride the elevator up. And it feels like it goes on forever. I’m not going to lie—I’m a bit excited.
So far, knowing the Meier Pack has brought me nothing but interesting situations. I bump my arm into Sebastian and smile at him. He smiles back, and the elevator fills with sweet orange. He’s cute.
The elevator finally arrives at the top floor, revealing a private entrance.
The doors open, and I step into the Presidential Suite.
It’s huge. There’s a full-size kitchen. Two living rooms, a full dining table.
A baby grand piano, white as snow. And the room is filled with Meier Security Agents.
Sebastian takes my bag. There’s got to be like twenty people in here.
I’m in a daze as I walk forward. But like I know it before I know it, I snap out of my daze to see Jake pacing by the floor-to-ceiling windows on the phone.
There he is. Mine, the inner omega says.
I rub my chest, urging her to chill out.
Jake is in a gray suit, a direct contrast to the sea of black suits in the room.
Shadow is on the couch with a laptop on his thighs.
He’s got an apple in his mouth, taking bites as he types out something.
Sebastian puts his hand on my lower back, directing me to the left, but someone catches my eye.
A shirtless man wearing only athletic pants and white socks stares at me from just behind Jake, sitting on the windowsill.
He has rogue-ish black hair, half-closed eyes, and he’s got a cigarette hanging off his thin, dark lips.
He’s Chinese. Mixed. Definitely Freddie Wong.
Though I pictured he’d be in his hanfu robes and not looking like he stepped out of a 90s street gang film.
His gaze is heated and playful. He’s got leather cords tied around his wrists and a thick silver chain around his neck.
I wonder how he’d like it if I pulled on it tightly.
“Who’s that?” I ask, knowing the answer. Sebastian turns to follow my eyes. He pushes harder on my back.
“That’s the client. Don’t worry about him.”
“Sebastian,” Freddie calls out in a sing-song voice.
The room goes steadily silent. Everyone is looking at Freddie and then at who Freddie is talking to on the other side.
Jake turns too, ending his call without a goodbye.
Shadow doesn’t move, only stops typing and looks at me. “Who do you got there, Alpha Meier?”
I look between Sebastian and Freddie. Fuck, I lean in closer to smell that orangey whiskey scent. It makes my mouth water. Sebastian and his emotions are just irresistible.
He puts his hand around my waist and holds me near him.
Jake doesn’t wait. He rushes over to us, dips down, and grabs me by my rib cage, lifting me off my feet and into him. Once I’m up, he wraps his arms securely around me. God, he’s strong. For being the shortest and youngest of the Meier pack alphas, he may be the strongest.
“Ondine. Fuck me, I’m so happy you’re here.
” These words are just for me. I know he’s got other words for Sebastian.
Jake rubs his face and neck on me, scenting me.
My hair is being pushed up and down and all over the place as he fawns all over me.
He carries me out of the room and to the hallway on the left.
We take the first door on the right, and he slams the door shut behind us.
“Fuck you’re here. Why are you here?” He’s not really asking me.
I know this because he’s not looking me in the face.
Just my body. As he peels the clothes off of me.
He takes my shirt off and pushes it into his face, smelling it fully.
“Interesting. After I fuck you, you’ll wear my shirt”—now he looks at me—“Got it?”
I nod enthusiastically. I hope it makes Sebastian jealous. I want to smell him then. See what that does to him.
I am naked in no time, and Jake throws me onto the bed.
I bounce so high, I flail about. He kneels in front of me on the floor, grabs my legs from the back of my knees, and yanks me toward him, pussy right on his mouth.
But he just stays there. Murmuring and admiring.
I lay back and enjoy this. The room is bright and chilly.
Like a hotel room ought to be. Jake’s hands cast over my skin softly. I like being worshiped by this man.
He parts my lips and sets his long finger at my entrance.
He barely puts any pressure on it, just letting the weight of his finger sink into me, further and further.
I can feel myself slicking at his ministrations.
His finger is far into me, but he holds it still.
With his other hand, he snakes it around my thigh and then presses down above my pussy with his palm.
He pushes the hood of my clit up, and when it’s prominently on display, he flicks my clit with his tongue. I cry out in pleasure.
Spurred by my outburst, he flicks me over and over again with his tongue.
Each time, I get louder and louder. Then he enters a second finger.
I’m writhing and moaning at the stretching.
Then, when I think I’m at my limit, he fucks me with his fingers and secures my clit with his mouth.
“Jake!” I cry out. Either a plea or a curse.
He’s got my thigh wrapped up, holding my body to his mouth.
He’s going to make me cum like this. Fuck, it feels so good.
Didn’t we just fuck yesterday? Why does it feel like we were parted for days, if not weeks?
Why does it feel like we have to make up for something?
He’s completely attached to me, so when I come, he is right there with me, riding out my pleasure with his mouth and hands.
“Fuck, Jake, that was intense,” I pant. He unwinds himself from me and drops his clothes to the ground.
He tosses my lithe body around until I’m lying on my stomach, and then he mounts me, my legs between his.
I’m so wet back there that it doesn’t take him long to be able to push his dick between my closed legs and into my ready pussy.
I scream into the mattress. He adjusts himself until he’s got a good angle.
Every movement sends lust and pleasure to every part of my body.
And then he leans down over me, laying his body on my back, and whispers in my ear, “I’ll have to kill any man who listens to you cry in pleasure, baby.
So be careful of the power of your voice.
No man out there will use what he hears to whack off with later. I’d rather see him in the ground.”
And before I can react, he ruts into me.
I pull down a pillow and bury my face in it.
Jake fucks me like a man possessed. He whispers filthy things in my ear until I come undone again underneath him.
He’s a fucking sex god. When he’s had enough playing with me, he comes inside me and lies his tired body over mine.
He wraps the short strands of my hair between his fingers. “You’re here. You’re mine and you’re here.”
He massages my body with care and affection. Looking me over for any reason to take care of me. He opens a water bottle and tells me to drink it.
“I have to get back to work, baby. And I have to go yell at Sebastian for bringing you here. Why did he bring you here?”
I finish the bottle and crawl into the cool covers of the king-size bed. “He didn’t like seeing me alone with Boone.”
Jake stops gathering his clothes. “You were alone with Boone?”
“You left me with him,” I remind him.
Under his breath, Jake says, “I suppose I did.”
He gets his clothes and dresses himself.
He crawls over top of me, pinning me between the covers and the mattress. He pushes a long kiss to my temple. “Relax, sweet omega. I’ll be back later. Is there anything you need?”
“No, just nap time,” I say. He kisses me again and lets up.
“Goodbye, my dear.”