Chapter 26 Please, Freddie
Please, Freddie
Jake
She’s passed out in my arms. My knot is going down, but I want to stay inside her.
She’s everything to me. I never want to let her go.
She’s going to be mine. I’ll bite her into my pack in her next heat.
By then, she’ll be healed and ready for me.
A bonding bite done during a heat is the strongest one.
I would never accept anything less for her.
My phone rings and I peek out to see it sitting on the floor. Why is my phone on the floor? Sebastian’s phone is next to it.
Its obnoxious ring could wake the omega, and I need her to rest. I slip out of her, and a little frown forms on her face. I kiss the edge of her mouth, and her face softens again. I ease out of the nest and cover her with blankets.
I answer the phone as Shadow calls in.
“Where are you?” I ask first, whispering.
“Crimson Lion.”
I shut my eyes and sigh.
He continues, “I have Man-ho tied to a chair. Should I kill him?”
This isn’t the first, nor will it be the last time Shadow has been in this situation, and I’ve been on the other side of this call. So I go through my questions:
“Who knows, you’re there?”
I hear the hiss in his voice. “A lot of people.”
“They know it’s you?”
“I announced myself.”
“Best not to kill him then. Want to stab his knee?” I offer.
He makes a sad little noise.
“I’m sorry, buddy. But you can’t announce yourself as the killer in a crime.”
But I hear yelling, and he says, “Tell Sebastian I need an extraction. I’m a little trapped in here.”
“How much time?”
“Give me 00:20.”
The line goes dead.
Shit.
I’m thirsty. And hungry. I check on Ondine, and she looks asleep. I put on my pants and leave the nest.
Sebastian and Freddie are in the receiving room. Out of breath and on either side of the room. It smells like spent in here. Did they…fool around?
Sebastian doesn’t meet my eyes. Freddie heads into the bathroom and shuts the door.
“Sabbies?” I ask as I find the fridge with water and snacks. But when I look around, I see a tray of sandwiches and things. “Come eat.”
“I’m sorry,” Sebastian says.
I meet his eyes. He was out here messing around with Freddie. “Come here and eat. You’ve had a long night.”
If he fucked Freddie, I know he had good reason. I don’t need to be nose deep up the asshole of every member of my pack. There’s no reason for him to feel guilty.
I make him a sandwich with ham and turkey on a roll. He takes it graciously from me.
“Shadow needs an extraction. He went after Man-ho for what he did to Ondine. He’s at the Crimson Lion.
Here’s your phone,” I say as I hand him his phone.
Sebastian gets right to work getting a team together for the extraction.
I do the same thing and pull up my map and get to work on a plan with a roll hanging halfway out of my mouth.
***
Freddie
I stand in the dark bathroom listening to Jake and Sebastian talk through the door.
Jake isn’t mad, but he suspects what we were up to.
I’ve got to say, of all the times I had a scare with my feral nature, so far this one has had the least damaging results.
There’s another door to the back of the bathroom that leads into the nest, and I hear it slowly opening.
My whole body stiffens.
Oh, fuck.
I stay perfectly still as I hear the little pads of Ondine’s feet on the tile move toward me. She sidles up next to me and mocks, putting her ear to the door.
“What’re we listening to?” she asks in a very quiet voice. She turns to look up at me.
She’s here.
My heart.
“Just making sure I’m not going to be thrown out of here,” I tell her.
Her head tilts to the side, confused. It’s so damned cute. I shrug.
Her nostrils flare, having caught a scent. She looks down at my hand, the one covered in cum. She takes my wrist and pulls my hand up closer to her face, then closes her eyes and breathes in deeply.
Fuck me.
She smells mine and Sebastian’s cum. And then, before I can wrap my head around this situation, she licks my hand from the palm up my thumb. I press my thumb into her tongue, and she lets out a small moan.
“Wow.”
Ondine, holding my wrist, leads me to her nest, and I am at her mercy.
***
Ondine
I remove Freddie’s shirt, and he shrugs off his slacks. I lay back into the pillows on the bed, and he lies next to me, never breaking eye contact.
Freddie pulls me into him, our legs interlacing. I bury my face in his neck.
He smells like magic, but it’s buried under a pile of oranges.
“You smell like Sabbies,” I say. He tasted like him, too. While Jake and I were in here, I guess they were out there. “Did you two…”
“He helped me. Seeing you with them—I was about to go into a feral rut. He helped me.”
Sabbies helped me, too. He helped me not slide into complete oblivion. Breathing Freddie in is helping ease the pain of bond-sickness, but his smell keeps escaping me, like a rabbit in the briars.
He smells like someone is making tea, but somewhere far away. A strong English tea. In a teacup I want.
You know what would really ease the pain—Freddie’s cock. I absentmindedly grind my hips into him.
“Freddie,” I say, and I hope he knows it’s a question, a demand, a plea.
“Princess, I cannot help you. Not with that.”
I don’t like that. But if he’s saying no, he’s saying no. I stop my movements and pull away to create some space.
“No, no, no,” Freddie shifts, so he’s over me, holding my face, but I won’t make eye contact.
“We can just lie here, Freddie. Your body heat and scent are still helping.” I’m trying really hard not to feel rejected.
“Princess, no. I want you so bad it hurts. I’m, fuck, I don’t know how to say this—I’m feral, Ondine.
Feral. Do you know what that means? You’re an omega.
If I fuck you, I’ll go into a rut. I’ll black out, and I won’t be able to stop myself from taking all my satisfaction—using you.
I’ll become possessive and violent. And who knows when I’ll be able to come out of it. ”
Honestly, that sounds exactly like what I need. I imagine the little bits of possession Sabbies shows or Jake. How the omega in me salivates. I think she’d do just fine with a feral alpha.
I’m humping him again.
“Ondine, listen, you’re unbonded and so am I. There’d be no one to stop me from giving you a claim. From biting you. I’d knot you and bite you and claim you—“
He’s warning me, but I moan so loud you’d think I came. He’s turning me on so badly that I ache in every single sexual part of my body, which at this point is every part of my body.
“Yes. Knot me, bite me, claim me, Freddie.”
Freddie bares his teeth at me and growls, making me speed up. I’m going to come dry humping this man.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
He kisses my face and jaw with little pecks.
I open my eyes and lock them with his oil slick gaze. Drool pools on the side of Freddie’s mouth. I rear up and lick his lips.
“I can’t fuck you,” he says again, and my face crumbles, and I can’t stop the tears. Then why is he nearly naked and on top of me?! I push him away with all my pathetic might. “Stop! Let me finish! I can’t fuck you without telling you everything. Ok, so listen!”
He used his alpha bark, so even if I wanted to kick him off of me, I couldn’t.
“I know you. We’ve met. I didn’t know that you hadn’t perfumed until that night. And I didn’t know what came over me, Ondine. I didn’t know.”
My whole body goes still.
That night.
What is he saying?
The night I perfumed?
Graduation night.
Oh my god.
I would have told this story much differently if I didn’t know about Freddie.
I would have talked about how I lost my mind and hallucinated an alpha stealing me away from my friends and causing my heart to seize.
My skin to catch fire. My core to clamp.
It felt like I was morphing into a goddamned werewolf.
And yet it was the most pleasure I’d ever felt in my life.
I was surrounded by love. All my dreams were coming true in one moment.
I’d found someone to be with me forever.
Love and care for me. And then I woke up in the back of my boyfriend’s truck alone.
Freddie Wong was there the night I turned into an omega?
My back suddenly bows, and I cry out in pain.
I need. I need more. Everything in me and outside of me needs. I feel disconnected. Rejected. Alone. I need.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Fuck me, Ondine. This is such a bad idea. Jake is going to kill me. You’re going to kill me.
I won’t be able to stop myself. I don’t want to hurt you.
I’m going to ruin everything. I’m not worthy of you.
I’m not supposed to be here with you. You deserve so much more than me.
” He’s talking, but thankfully, he’s taking off his briefs and stroking his hands over my hot and cold skin and breasts.
He pinches my nipples. Thank you for everything.
His fingers pass over my pussy, and they come back shiny.
He’s making these delicious sex noises while also telling me how bad of an idea this is.
My legs are on either side of him, I’m lying back, and he’s kneeling before me. He grabs his dick and rubs the tip against my pussy.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes. Please, Freddie. Please.”
“God, this pussy smells like Sebastian, Jake, and you. This is going to kill me alone,” Freddie mutters.
He hisses and grunts and then falls forward, his hand on the mattress next to my head. I push up on him, grinding my hips. Please god, just let me have one fucking thing. One thing. I never ask for anything. Let me have this.
His necklace dangles in front of me, and I reach up and finger the chain. His eyes dart to mine, and I smile while slowly pulling. The closer I get the necklace to me, the more pressure he puts on my entrance.
And then he’s lost, and so I am.
I remember pressure and pain and the utmost pleasure.
I remember only satiation as my mate bonds me with his bite.