Chapter 31
Monday was always a very, very busy day full of meetings, pretending to care about whatever the fuck Debbie from accounting was planning for Joyce's thirty-year celebration with the company, and daydreaming about Eva.
It didn't help that I knew I had the perfect video on my phone, her wanting eyes waiting for me if I just closed the door to my office and put in my headphones.
But, I wouldn't bother. Not because of some moral high ground about masturbating while I was at my desk, though I suppose it really should've been about that. Company time wasn’t just my own anymore, and even if I rejected most of the typical workplace culture rules by default, the code of conduct had always been a little trickier for me to ignore.
Regardless, some kind of misguided need to abide by the terms of my role as CEO did little when it came to curbing my enthusiasm for my newest toy.
My cum had a purpose now, and there was no point in spilling into my hand when I could be filling my omega cumdumpster at any opportunity. I just needed to be patient.
Below me, Joon and Eva’s giggles floated through the floor with a draw more potent than siren song, my already limited patience in discussing Joyce’s retirement evaporating into dust.
The second that Debbie took a breath, I cut over her.
“I’m sorry, Deb,” I said, fixing my face into a half palatable smile. “I’m afraid that’s the end of our time for today. Can you send me the rest in an e-mail?”
The beta let out a hard-done-by sigh from her little video chat rectangle. “Of course, Mr. Lombardi. I’ll have that to you by EOD.”
I’d never quite gotten used to the honorifics in the office, preferring my name more than anything. But Debbie was old school, and this was as close as I could get her to calling me Cameo.
“Great,” I said, snapping my laptop shut before she could rope me into yet another rabbit hole of inane questions.
I swiveled my chair away from the desk with a little sigh, pushing out of the seat to take the small, spiral staircase to the second floor.
My steps clanged against the blackened metal as I left my office behind for the space that housed my bedroom, removing my clothes to place them in the hamper now that the work day had finally ended.
Movie night was my third-favorite day of the week, lagging behind family dinner and games night, mostly because my packmates couldn’t be trusted to pick anything worth watching.
The entire realm of cinematic excellence existed just a click away, and yet I’d been subjected to Omega’s Rut 3 twice in the last twelve months.
Deplorable wasn’t even close to a strong enough word.
I flicked on the light in my closet, flicked it off and back once more, moving to the far side to free a pair of sleep pants from the drawer that I tugged on over my underwear, leaving my chest bare as I headed downstairs via the fireman’s pole to the right of the stairs.
It was a practical choice more than a fun one, absolving me of the need to count the steps in an emergency situation and limiting the number of times I would need to redo the motion of simply leaving my room.
"Are you about ready?" Marcus called from the kitchen once I appeared in the hall. "They're done setting up."
I followed him downstairs. Though he usually closed Monday’s so that the alpha could at least flirt with the idea of work life balance, annual inventory was best handled without customers around.
Meaning that he’d gone into that sweatshop he called a restaurant to count cups and asparagus all day instead of having a day off.
Nothing annoyed me more than a change in routine. Even his.
Everyone was already there, and it made my shoulders, which I didn’t know were bunched, relax a bit.
Indi and Eva were pressed together, looking at something on her phone, while Joon was kneeling behind the projector pressing buttons. Marcus sank to the floor in front of them, reaching over to snack on the offerings.
It all felt… right. Everyone was here, exactly where they should be. The alpha part of my brain had never been more soothed.
“Oh, you’re here,” Eva said, noticing our arrival. “Should we start?”
I moved to sit next to her, pulling her head into my lap while her legs were positioned in Indi’s. Joon looked like he didn’t know where to go when he came around the couch, but sat next to Marcus on the floor, taking us all by surprise.
The movie continued to play in a series of bland, predictable jumpscares nestled between the worst script I'd ever had the immense displeasure of witnessing—truly, I didn't think it was the actor's fault, sometimes the material just wasn’t there. I imagined that perhaps the story had been written by a hermit who’d spent their entire life locked away in a cabin with limited human interaction.
But it didn’t matter if the recluse hadn’t met another living person since 1998 or not; the film felt stilted. The timing made it impossible to care much for the insufferable beta protagonist or the alpha that they were clearly trying to cast as her villain.
I was less invested in whatever narrative the director was trying to weave about the so-called creature lurking in the shadows of this should-be sleepy hamlet than in counting the unpopped kernels resting in the bottom of the nearly empty popcorn bowl.
Luckily, there were ways to enjoy the evening that had nothing to do with eighties scream queens.
Eva shifted at my side, drawing my gaze. Her cheek pressed against my thigh where her head rested in my lap, her round eyes on the screen as she chewed her lip anxiously.
I let my fingers drift through her hair, free from her usual pigtails to fall in loose waves around her, and the omega hummed softly, her arm moving to wrap around me as much as she could while at this awkward angle.
The hem of her borrowed T-shirt—one of Indi's, I recognized the design from his favorite video game as much as their scent baked into the fabric—barely covered the round of her ass, long knee-high socks serving to stoke my greed like a temptation straight from the Bible. I’d always had a thing for knee-high socks and short skirts, but I realized now that I’d been naive.
The extra fabric was a burden, a long T-shirt offering the same tempting fluttering hem to tease my fingers along, grazing between warm skin and cotton, making her wriggle a little where her legs rested in Indi’s lap.
My cock hardened in my sleep pants, the imprint becoming more pronounced as my attention affixed itself to the omega entirely.
There wasn't anything to hold my attention to the screen anyway, not when Eva’s perfume bloomed like warm sun-soaked berries as my hand traced the outside of her thigh.
I ignored her center, even as my cock twitched with wanting.
Curiosity built as her hand traced along the hard angle of my hip, warm fingers marking out the lines of my tattoos in a way that was too purposeful for the absentmindedness she was feigning.
I wondered if I spread her thighs, tearing through the pathetic, practically non-existent barrier that her underwear provided, if I would already find my omega’s precious little hole wet and waiting. But I wasn’t in a rush.
Not at all.
This didn't need to be fast. This was the point of our agreement: that I could play with Eva as much as I wanted, whenever I felt the call, regardless of who was around or what we were doing.
And though I'd exercised that right by breaking into her apartment, I'd yet to enjoy it in the company of the rest of my pack.
At least… not like this.
Memories of Halloween were never far from the surface, but there was no need to live in the past. Not when I was free to use the little strawberry-scented cumdumpster like a tissue.
Fuck her, forget her, fill her with cum… Whatever I wanted.
Whenever I wanted.
My cock twitched at the idea, a vision of Eva’s belly swollen with our pack’s future baby too enticing to let go of.
I pinched the fabric of her borrowed shirt between my fingers, lifting it up and away slowly. While Marcus and Joon's attention was on the screen, Indi's shifted to Eva as well, the alpha's eyes dark and curious as I pushed the dark hem to bunch over her breasts.
I barely managed to swallow my delighted groan as I found her naked beneath. In only a few short days, she was already learning what was expected of her.
The panties I’d envisioned were nowhere to be seen, her neatly shaved mound meeting my hungry eyes along with her bare breasts. Soft swells of milky skin punctuated by rosy nipples that hardened to peaks in the cool basement air.
"What are you—" Eva whispered, hardly audible over a well-timed scream as her eyes met mine.
"Shhh," I cooed, bringing a finger to my lips before using that same hand to adjust my rigid cock. A little smirk played on my lips at the way she shifted at the sight, her manicured nails biting into my side. "Watch the movie."
Eva flushed as my hand left her shirt to palm her breast, the skeletal tattoos covering the back of my hands standing in stark relief against her pale skin. I tweaked and teased her nipple, tugging until the sweet omega let out a squeak of pleasure, melting into my touch.
“I gave you an order, tesoro,” I murmured, tone firm.
Indigo’s breathy chuckle was little more than air, invisible unless you were looking at them as she shifted again, pressing into my hand as her eyes returned obediently to the screen.
As a reward, I trailed my fingers down to give the other breast the same treatment. Twisting and pulling until Eva had to hold her breath to stop her from whimpering, her legs moving so much that Indigo had taken to rubbing along her calves.
The other alpha caught my eye, a lopsided smirk tilting the corner of their mouth upwards as they watched us, nodding for me to continue.
I didn’t need words to pass between us to understand that they wouldn’t interfere with my game. This was my time, and I intended on using our toy to the fullest of my ability.