Chapter 27 Vae
Vae
PAST
I’m shoved hard against the bricks, biting my tongue as I fight to get free. A hard hand grabs my shoulder, pinning me to the wall, while another runs up my side, groping clumsily.
“Beta whore,” he hisses.
“Get off me!”
I struggle, but he grasps my ass through my jeans and squeezes.
“You’ve been giving me saucy looks all night. Fucking tease.”
“No, I haven’t!”
“You have-”
He’s suddenly off me, and I turn around to find Deacon throwing punch after punch, the guy can’t even get up an arm to defend himself. Deacon just drives him back and down until he’s a bleeding, unconscious mess on the ground.
Deacon stands up and scrapes his fingers through his hair and looks at me.
“Vae?”
I throw myself into his arms, and he closes them around me.
“It’s going to be okay, Vae.”
The only room that feels safe is Deacon’s. It was their room when they were kids, before they grew out of it. It’s so saturated with their scents that it relaxes me, but underneath it, I can smell the women who have been here before.
I shift from foot to foot, letting out an unhappy whine.
Raynor reaches past me and pulls the door closed and then guides me to his room and opens it. He leaves me standing in the doorway pondering what to do.
His room has none of the scents of other omegas, just him. I inhale deeply. It doesn’t smell of Mal and Deacon, but it could. I step inside and reach out to the black fabric that he’s hung on all the walls. It’s soft and cool.
But this is Raynor’s space.
I step back, not wanting to ruin it, my eyes filling with tears.
“Deacon and Mal are home,” Raynor says from the front of the house. I sniffle.
Mal rushes up to me and freezes. “Baby girl, why are you crying?” He bundles me into his warm, strong arms and covers me in the scent that’s been missing.
I bury my face in his shoulder. “It aches and burns, and the room smells like other girls.”
Mal picks me up. “We’ll make it better, I promise.”
He carries me back to the lounge and sits down. I snuggle into his chest while he strokes my hair, and then he makes a rattling sound. I freeze, listening to it.
It happens again, and then he’s purring. For me.
I snuggle into his chest, putting my ear against him so I can hear the sound better. Mal continues stroking my hair, pulling me closer, the purr getting louder and more confident. My anxiety eases the longer we sit there.
“Mal?”
He stops purring, and the absence of the sound leaves me feeling almost frantic to hear it again, but then it starts from behind me. I whip my head around, and my mouth drops open as Deacon walks towards me, purring with a plate of my favourite cakes and a rose in his hand.
He sets the plate on the table and holds out the rose.
“I’ve never heard you guys purr before,” I whisper.
“That’s because we haven’t,” Mal whispers back with a cocky grin. “We only purr for you.”
Raynor comes in with a jug of hot chocolate, marshmallows, and whipped cream.
“You only pull that out on special occasions.”
“It is a special occasion,” Raynor murmurs. “This is day one.”
“Day one?”
“Yes, day one of all the days we’re going to spend together from here on out.”
I frown at him. “What do you mean?”
Deacon stops purring and kneels before me. “This is our day one, Vae. When we look back in fifty years, we can look at today. This moment is when we realised how stupid we were and how inevitable this was.”
“But-”
Mal rubs his chin over my shoulder, scent marking me. I melt inside; the words disappearing as I preen under his touch.
Deacon reaches out and puts a hand on my knee. I cover his fingers with mine and cling to them, watching as he lifts his eyes to mine.
“Day one?” I ask again.
“Yes.”
My stomach flutters and then heats. I shift on Mal’s lap, wiggling until he grips my hips and pulls me back against the hard ridge of his cock.
“Is this what you’re looking for, Vae?”
I moan and bite my lip, panting. “Deacon, I don’t like it!” I spit out hoarsely. “I don’t like being so out of control. Please, I hate this.”
Raynor sets everything down and strokes my cheek with one finger. “Fine. Put it back in your control.”
I frown. “What?”
And then he pulls off his top, and I’m so busy staring at all that tanned, toned skin that I don’t register he’s undoing his pants until they drop, revealing a thick-looking cock hanging between his legs.
“Oh!” I squeak.
Raynor grabs the whipped cream and passes it to me as he flops back on the couch, legs spread. His cock grows harder and longer. I tear my eyes away from it, trying to make sense of everything.
“What?”
“You have the control. You can put that anywhere you want, but you have to lick it off.”
I blink several times.
“Raynor,” Deacon grumbles, but I surprise them all and snatch the whipped cream out of Raynor’s hand.
They all look at me. They look at me like I’m the cream that they want to lick.
I go and stand between his legs. He tilts his head up to look at me. Daring me to do something.
I lift the can and spray some across his chest.
He looks down and back up, daring me, waiting for me.
I tremble but push him back on the couch he’s sitting on and crawl onto his lap, straddling him. Is this really happening? I gather my hair, but he reaches out and holds it for me. I lean down and lick it off, but it’s messy, and I don’t want the cream; I want him.
With a moan, I curl my fingers over his shoulder, leaning in to kiss the spot where his scent is most saturated, just between his neck and shoulder.
He hisses but remains still while I whorl my tongue over his skin. I pant and shift so I’m sitting back further. I lift the can and look at him, look down at him, hesitating because his dick is huge and hard, and I can see his knot.
It’s huge. Like there’s no way it’s going to fit. I’m broken.
“Hey, where are you going? You’re freaking out, but why?” Raynor says and grips my hips, holding me still to stop me slipping off his lap.
I blink at the monster cock and then lift my eyes to look at him.
“Vae, you’ve had sex before, haven’t you?”
I scramble off his lap and put the entire room between us, which is fuck-all space.
Raynor stands up, his face creased with concern, and though I know it’s concern, in my muddled mind it feels like judgement. My panic floods the room, turning the honeycomb candy scent slightly bitter.
I want to run.
Mal intercepts Raynor, while Deacon approaches me.
“Is that true?” Deacon asks gently.
I squeeze my eyes closed and nod. “I was busy, and the dates sucked, and it just never happened.”
The scent of my alphas in the room becomes overpowering. Deacon snags my wrist and pulls me into his chest.
“Are you saying no one else has had you? That we will be your first and only?”
I stare up at him. “Yes? It wasn’t intentional, I just never found anyone to do it with.”
Deacon’s hands cup my cheeks, and he leans down and kisses me.
In all the kisses Deacon has given me, I have received and given something fierce or passionate, but this kiss feels like Deacon just giving everything to me.
It’s tender and gentle and so unexpected that I end up clinging to him, my head spinning.
He pulls away. “Let Mal teach you how to touch Raynor.”
I blink. “What?”
“We can teach you, but Mal can show you. Let him help you. And Mal will be your first.”
I peer up at him. “And you?”
“Oh, my sweetest Hook, I’m going to be watching.”
Mal grabs my wrist and tugs me to him. He spears his fingers through my hair, stealing my gasp into his lungs as his tongue invades my mouth, turning my blood molten. His fingers curl, pulling on my hair, not enough to hurt but enough to sting. I stand on my tiptoes, pushing into him.
He rips free, gasping, and points to the floor. “Get your ass on the floor, Alpha.”
Raynor lays down, and now I can really see him.
He’s so beautiful. Malcom mutters and pulls his clothes off, and now I’m looking between the two of them, noting the similarities and differences.
Malcolm’s cock has a slight bend to it, but it’s longer and thinner.
I glance back at Deacon, but he’s sitting on the couch with his leg crossed over the other.
Fully dressed, his expression can only be called hungry.
Mal grabs my hips and slides his hands around me as he presses up against my back.
“Why did you wait?” Mal whispers before he lips my ear.
“I wanted it to be special. To mean something. No one was special enough.”
Mal pauses, and those big hands slide up my ribs in a way they never have before. I get a reflexive thought that we shouldn’t be doing this, remnants of the past decade crawling up and trying to save me.
His hands slide up over my breasts, squeezing. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for days,” Mal hisses in my ear, and then he grabs my t-shirt and drags it over my head.
I panic, but Raynor says my name.
“Just look at me, keep looking at me.”
Mal nips my shoulder and nuzzles into it. “Your skin tastes like honeycomb candy. I could spend all day licking you. All day until I drown in you.”
I whimper but don’t look away from Raynor. He reaches for his cock and slowly, leisurely gives it a tug. A bead of liquid pools at his tip, but he rubs a thumb over it and vanishes it. What does it taste like?
“I can see you thinking, Vae,” Raynor murmurs. “What’s going through that head of yours?”
Mal’s hands return and slide up over my breasts. They tighten, get heavy, ache, and when his fingers slide across my nipples, stroking, I gasp. A few guys have gotten to touch my breasts, but never under my clothes. Only Raynor, and now Mal.
Mal removes my bra, pulling the lace away and flinging it across the room.
“Wow,” Raynor murmurs.
“Mal,” Deacon demands.
Mal twists me around and unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down over my hips, leaving the matching pink thong behind.
“Leave that on,” Raynor hisses. “I want to pull it off with my teeth.”
“Next time,” Deacon says.