Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
KOEN
Groaning, I ask myself why I drank so much whiskey at Olsson’s house. My eyelashes feel as if they’re glued together, my head is pounding, and my entire body is throbbing.
Fuck, this sucks. Not only is my life imploding, now it seems my body is trying to manifest that pain physically.
Great job, Koen.
Olsson picked me up off the side of the road when I decided to just start walking, and then proceeded to yell at me for being so stupid.
I suppose walking in a snowstorm without a plan wasn’t smart, I just needed to get the fuck out.
By the time he got to his house, he started flipping out because I wouldn’t say anything except that I needed to get out of Minnesota.
Do I want to get traded for being so dumb as to get involved with my teammates? No, but what other choice is there?
Olsson stole my phone from me so I wouldn’t text my agent to get the ball rolling, and I stopped talking completely at that point.
The tears just kept flowing without a word, and I continued to be a mess once I was ushered into Olsson’s house. I ignored the snow falling harder, too worried about the crushing pain I was feeling. I didn’t want to go home, so anywhere else was better than there.
I met his grandmother for a second, and it forced me to stuff down some of my meltdown. Unfortunately, that meant I needed liquor to stay that way, and Richards brought me whiskey without a word.
I’m not sure why they live with Olsson’s grandmother, but she’s very sweet. I’m sure there’s a story there, I was just too upset to ask.
Ugh, I’m a terrible friend.
Blinking furiously, I struggle to get my eyelashes to unglue themselves. I feel very sluggish, and even thinking is more difficult than normal.
Ugh, why can’t I touch my face? Are my hands stuck?
Wiggling like a fish, I look down and behind me to find I’m in a bed I’ve never been in before. Not only that, the bed is in some kind of living area in a cabin, and my wrists are tightly tied to the headboard.
“What the fuck?” I rasp. My mouth tastes like cotton and ass, and it’s not even yummy ass.
Coughing due to the dryness, I wonder if I pissed Olsson off enough with my depressive state that he sold me to someone. Who to, I have no fucking idea.
Who the fuck wakes up in a cabin tied up to a bed? Clearly, only me.
The front door opens to allow a rush of cool air in. It floods the front room and makes me shiver, making me aware of how warm it was before this. I’m no longer wearing my suit, but instead my sweats from my closet.
Someone changed my clothes…
My heart begins to join the pounding of my head as I catch a glimpse of the alpha walking into the cabin. I’m kidnapped, but not by Olsson, and not because he fucking sold me to some psychopath.
Well, the psychopath part still remains to be seen as Skylar closes the door behind himself.
“Hey, Little Viking. How’s your head?” he asks.
“Even worse now that you’re here,” I snarl. “Didn’t I reject you?”
“Don’t you remember?” he asks. “Did the sedative make you forget?”
“Sedative… Ugh, you fucker!” I croak out as he shrugs.
This is why I feel worse than I should. I can feel a deep well of anxiety, sadness, and determination through my bond with Rhodes. It’s so strong, it makes me growl. He’s nearby.
What the fuck are they planning?
“‘Fuck no’ is a complete sentence,” I say, changing tactics as Skylar snorts.
“So is rejection, unless you’re me. I reject your rejection,” he says. “You’re going to be an adult and stay here until we figure this out.”
“I’m tied up,” I growl, as if to remind him. “It’s not as if I can go anywhere.”
“Ah, Pookie. Tying you up is our love language, remember? We’re pack. You can be pissed Rhodes and I didn’t tell you about the lengths we went to get your attention, but we will never be done,” Skylar says. “In an effort to be completely transparent, I need you to see what we’re capable of.”
The door opens again to reveal Rhodes carrying something wrapped in a rug covered in duct tape. It looks suspiciously like a body, and while my stomach flip flops with butterflies because I miss my alphas, a tremor of fear also slithers up my spine.
“What…the…fuck?”
“Did you break him?” Rhodes asks Skylar as he drops the rug on the ground. The sound that comes from the rolled up fabric makes me whine, and Skylar lifts a shoulder as he walks over to me.
“I think our Viking can handle it,” he murmurs. Skylar shoves his nose against the crook of my neck and drags it up to my ear before inhaling my scent. “We’re going to talk before we get our hands dirty, and I’m going to give you something for your head.”
Skylar steps away to rummage through a bag, and I sneer at him as he returns with water and pain medicine.
“Why am I here?” I ask obstinately.
“Because running from us isn’t an option, unless it’s with the option of some primal play that results in a good fucking,” Rhodes says. “We have a puppy and a home together, and a little property damage shouldn’t change that. Now, open your mouth for Daddy.”
I press my lips together tightly, which simply makes Skylar kiss them before he pinches my nostrils shut with his fingers. My back bows when my oxygen levels run low, but I keep my lips closed because I’m a stubborn son of a bitch.
Skylar keeps his lips pressed to mine, following me as my body bucks as if that’ll help get him away from me.
Instead, he straddles my body, his cock pressed against mine as he pins me to the mattress.
Finally, there’s nothing left for me to do but open my mouth like a needy whore, desperate for a breath.
Shoving the pills into my mouth, he releases my nose and chases it with the squeeze from a water bottle. A squirt or two helps me swallow the medicine down, and I mourn the weight of Skylar’s body as he gets up with a sigh.
Rejection isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.
“Sky and I replaced all your things, and we saved your sketch book and photos with your family,” Rhodes says, adjusting his erection in his sweatpants.
“You did?” I ask, remembering how I couldn’t see the photos on the wall when I walked around my ruined apartment.
“Of course,” Skylar rumbles. “I also want to know something about my rejected omega.”
Taking off his coat, he tosses it onto a table before pulling out a knife from his pocket.
I don’t see much furniture in this room, which means they may have had to move things around in order to put the bed in the living room.
I can’t tell how much time has passed since I was at Olsson’s house, but I do know I have to piss.
“Do you want to know how fast I’ll piss on you if you come near me with that thing?” I ask sweetly.
“There’s a bottle for that,” Rhodes says with a smirk. At my indignant glare, he adds, “Bad boys who run get special treatment. Ask Daddy.”
“He’s right. Bad boys get degraded and their cock held while they piss in a fucking bottle,” Skylar grunts.
I kick at him as he pulls my pants down, and Rhodes groans as he pulls out a length of rope from his back pocket and trudges over to me. Before I know it, my legs are pulled tightly down, and I’m being tied spread eagle to the footboard.
“I see that learning your lesson is hard,” Rhodes croons, his eyes on my cock. It’s rock hard from fighting with them and while I still have to piss, there’s also precum sliding down my shaft.
Maybe I am a little crazy too.
“What are you gonna do….oh fuck.”
My whimpers make my alphas’ scents saturate the air until all I can smell is rosemary and pineapple.
Skylar drags the flat of his knife up my shaft until it’s covered with my slick, and then offers it to Rhodes to lick.
My eyes hood as Rhodes groans, his enjoyment at the taste of my slick unfettered and loud.
“You’re going to be a good boy and piss in the bottle, and then we’re going to show you how much we love you,” Rhodes growls. “Yes. Love. I know you can feel it through the bond, so there’s no use pretending you can’t. It’s fast, but that’s how these things happen.”
“People regularly kidnap their omegas because they love them?” I sass.
“Sky and I operate on another level from other people,” Rhodes admits. “Once, he and I had such a big fight, he kidnapped me for a week much like this, and fucked the reminder of why we’re perfect for each other into my soul.”
“I’m not sure you can fuck a soul,” I mutter.
“Hmm. You’ll see,” Skylar chuckles. “This is just a little pothole in our relationship.”
Rummaging through a bag, he pulls out a curved urinal bottle. The only reason I recognize it is because I went through a medical drama phase.
“Can’t I just use the restroom?” I groan.
“This is your bathroom,” Skylar says. “Though, pissing with an erection is going to suck for you.”
He opens the bottle and slides it over my cock before he bends it so it won’t get all over me.
“This is humiliating,” I say between clenched teeth. “Who’s watching your dog?”
The change of topic is mainly so I can concentrate on something else. Fuck, why did they rile me all up before making me take a piss?
“Evelyn is with our dog in the cabin next door. She thinks you’re having your heat and we’re taking care of you. She almost swooned when I checked to make sure they had everything during this snow storm,” Rhodes explains. “Our life is forever. A little flood can’t change that.”
“Stalking is simply a compliment. Take it for what it is,” Skylar adds.
“You’re…oh, fuck. Yes, finally.”
My sex noises are not because he’s playing with my dick.
Unfortunately, it’s the mundane humiliation of pissing into a bottle.
My bladder is ridiculously full and I sigh once I’m done.
Skylar removes the bottle and leaves the room to get rid of the urine, while Rhodes uses a wet wipe to make sure I’m clean as I glare at him.
“Be careful, it would be a shame if your face got stuck like that,” he warns, tossing the wipe in the trash.