Chapter 34
Even though I was exhausted, I couldn’t really sleep.
I’d been a long time since we’d had a pack wide hookup—probably not since the Packtacular—and it’d been intense. Especially now that Eva was actually involved with us and not just some girl we’d run into at a party.
Whether she’d realized it or not, or more accurately, had started to accept it, Eva was quickly finding a home in the heart of our pack.
Cameo had insisted that she sleep over tonight, not that it was hard to convince her. But still, when she agreed I couldn’t help but feel giddy.
Kind of like a grade schooler with a crush all over again. With Indi, it was different. I was in a time of such deep turmoil in my life that, when I found them, they felt like the steady, comforting presence I needed.
There hadn't been much time in my life that I could feel this way about someone. In my family, status was what was important. My older brother was an alpha, so his responsibility was to take care of the family.
And when I presented as an omega, my job was to marry for alliances. Be kept, and live a quiet life. But that wasn't who I was, or who I wanted to be. So when I was forced bonded to an alpha I knew would keep me in that box, I thought it was all too late.
That was until my brother did something to defy my parents for the first time in our lives. He got me out of there and used his resources to help me break my bond.
The pain I experienced when that happened… it all just felt like a bad dream now. But every once in a while, I would get that phantom pain, the one that reminded me of how awful that all was.
And while I wanted to be with them, and this was a pack I would choose for myself, the fear of ever putting myself in that position again was crippling, to say the least.
I wasn't even sure how Mason would react if he knew I was seeing a pack. After everything happened, he was pretty clear that I needed to go to college, live a normal life, and that he would handle everything.
And for his part, that was true. I never heard from our parents again, and I never heard from that alpha ever again.
And I hardly heard from Mason. The last time I'd seen him, he told me it was better this way.
I knew he was trying to protect me from whatever was going on with the family, but sometimes, I did miss my brother.
But after he got me out, finding out I decided to bond again would probably be a shock. He would for sure nag me about it. He was worse than a mother hen, and I was so not ready to deal with that.
Eva rolled over in her sleep, her pink hair forming a messy halo around her head. I leaned down and pushed some of it out of her face, looking at her sleeping expression. She was something special, that was for sure.
And when I told her about my past, she was so… understanding. Which I didn't even realize I had been worried about. What if she saw me as… I don't know, used goods?
Damn, my childhood messed me up.
Maybe I should go to therapy again.
I dropped a kiss to her cheek before wiggling out from under the covers and padding to the door. Mine and Indi's room was the only one without a bathroom inside, but we had one right next door that no one else really used.
When I was washing my hands, I glanced at myself in the mirror. And more importantly, that tattoo I had on my arm. I turned to the side to look at it head-on. It was something I hardly looked at, much less thought about.
Eva had called it pretty earlier and ran her fingers over it.
I could almost feel her phantom touch over the top of the first wing.
It was an okay tattoo. The beta who did it hadn't said anything about it when he saw the bite, just tattooed over it without any questions, which I appreciated.
And for a flash piece, it was pretty intricate.
The middle had some dark shading that did a really good job of covering the bite, but if I looked closely enough, the outer edge was still peeking out.
I shuddered thinking about it, but I didn't feel the full paralysis of the day like I used to. Which is an improvement. One I could largely attribute to this pack.
Indi had been my rock from the beginning, making me feel stable from day one.
Cameo never shied away from my major attitude; these days just shutting me up with his cock down my throat.
And Marcus… even though things were tenuous between us, there had never been a time he made me feel unsafe.
And before them, no alpha had ever felt safe.
But they changed my perception. Even if they had their… quirks, it just made them more endearing to me.
When I was done examining myself, I shut off the light and turned, keen on going back to my room and cuddling with Eva.
As I was leaving, however, an intense scent hit me. Marcus' salted caramel scent smacked me so hard it made me a bit weak in the knees. I held the wall across from me, making it even worse.
Marcus' room was directly across from the bathroom. Was something wrong with him?
"Marcus?" I said, knocking on the door a bit.
There was no answer. I tried again, but nothing.
What if something was wrong with him? What if he was passed out in there, dying?
I flung the door open, working myself up enough to think I was about to find a dead body.
Instead, I found a very alive Marcus squirming in his bed. Pheromones in the air were so thick I could hardly breathe.
I walked over to his bed. He must be sick or something. By the time I got there, slick was pouring from me.
Marcus was lying there, sweat stippled on his forehead in little beads.
"Are you okay?" I asked, but he didn't move.
I had to lean forward on the bed to keep my knees from falling out beneath me. I… I should go get help. Cameo, or Indi. But my body wouldn't move. My cock was hard as a rock.
That's when it hit me. Marcus was probably in a rut cycle. I had no clue what any of their cycles were, outside of Indi. He didn't seem to have any symptoms earlier, but knowing him, he probably just ignored them completely.
I should get him some suppressants and water. But instead, I found myself crawling up his bed. It was like my body had a mind of its own.
Soon, my arms were on either side of his body, my thighs enclosing his waist.
"Marcus," I tried, hoping to wake him up.
I bent down, my face burrowing into his neck. He smelled divine. I could hardly stand it. My body ground down against him, not following my commands anymore.
His hands came around my waist, and I jumped, not expecting the movement. I pulled up and looked down at him. He was half lidded, his cheeks red and his breathing ragged.
"Omega," he murmured. His hands pulled me down harder against him. The friction had my cock leaking already.
It was obvious he wasn't in his right mind, but I didn't think I was either. "Can I touch you?" I asked.
"Touch," he said.
I let my hands press up his bare torso, taking in the feel of his stomach.
It was hard, but there was a slight layer of squish over it.
He was so big that my two hands didn't even cover his full torso.
I thought about letting my hands wander, feeling over every part of him, but it was obvious we were both too desperate for all of that.
Instead, I reached for his pants, pulling them down far enough for his hard cock to jut out. Just like the rest of him, he was huge. The tip was leaking a lot already, precum covering his entire length. His scent was stronger here, and I craved a taste.
I turned myself around fully, licking up the length and then around the tip. A moan drew from me at the flavor. Slightly musky, but still had that sweet saltiness that came from his every pore.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards him, making me gasp at the sudden motion. I wasn’t sure what he was doing until he sat up slightly and licked his tongue over my hole. A moan fell from my lips, vibrating around his length.
"Fuck, just like that," he moaned.
His hand came down and pushed my head down, hands pulling hard on my hair. He'd taken control, and I was just along for the ride.
"Swallow," he grumbled out.
I did my best to swallow around his cock shoved down my throat, tightening around it. He never stopped eating me, tongue lapping at me the whole time. Every word he spoke vibrated in the most delicious way.
"Good."
My entire body warmed. He complimented me so rarely that when he did, it felt extra special. He pulled up, and I was sure to suck as he did, taking the second to breathe before I was forced back down.
We continued like that for a while, eventually he pushed me so far down I was almost to his knot. Tears streamed down my face, and saliva poured from the corners of my mouth. I felt thoroughly used, like I was just an object fitted for his pleasure, and part of me loved it.
His cock began to pulse as he got closer to finishing.
It only took a few more thrusts before he was holding me down and releasing into my throat.
Swallowing felt almost impossible at that point.
The edges of my vision began to black out before Marcus pulled out just before I thought I might pass out, filling my mouth with cum and finally letting the last few ropes of it land across my face.
He was still flopped backwards, breathing heavily. Did he fall back asleep? I wasn't sure, but his cock was still hard and red-looking.
I sat up and turned, pulling my sleep shorts down and away.
I used my hand to wipe away the cum on my face, and spit what was in my mouth into my hand, using it all to lube up my hole.
I was already dripping in slick and his saliva, but I knew I would need more to take him.
Using my fingers, I began to stretch myself out.
His pheromones had already made me loosen up and soften.