Blaze
Merle has been present for the last twenty-four hours, almost catatonic with stress, but she’s responding faster to us, relaxing quicker.
I think we are having a positive impact on her.
Clearly, giving her safety and a home has made her feel more relaxed.
Her collection of silver items is around her.
Merle has been leaning into our purrs, whining if we go out of sight. She trusts us now.
And yet…
There is something not quite right with everything, with the way she disappeared.
Raven drugged us. Then she changed the password on the door lock and trapped us in our own bunker.
The cars were a mess, but luckily, Rolly has some experience puttering around with them and was able to use parts of all three cars to get one to work, or we never would have found Merle.
How did she know how to do all that? Why did she go to such extreme lengths, and why is it that we haven’t met her yet? What is going on with that personality? She’s clearly one of the more skilled alters.
Does she hate us? Is she a more malevolent version of Merle?
I hear the door chime and stalk upstairs, ready to murder whoever is on the other side.
I’m getting sick of all the visitors out here.
For a place that’s in the middle of nowhere, it’s getting awfully busy, and I don’t like it.
Not even at all. I take a moment to compose myself before I wrench open the door.
The person standing there is the last person in this world that I expect to see. My mouth opens as I struggle to think, to say something intelligent. I can’t because I just never thought this would ever be an option. I didn’t even dare fantasize about it.
“Daega?” I whisper, feeling the ache that I have been hiding bloom to life.
“Hey, I, uh…I came back-”
He looks amazing; his dark hair is mussed, his skin is glowing with health, his gaze is wary, but his long, lanky length is here. His scent hits me, and I’m lost. I stop thinking and just let my instincts take over.
I don’t let him get another word in; instead, dragging him up against my chest and kissing him like our lives depend on it. He’s part of the balance, the delicate ecosystem, that we have been building here, and we needed him.
I needed him.
God, I fucking want him. So bad. I’m bordering on a rut, the stress, the worry. Losing him, losing Merle. I clutch at him, holding his neck, stroking down his back. He’s real; he’s here. I yank his top off and then mine, needing to be skin to skin.
He tastes like raspberry jam and forbidden things.
“Stay?” I whisper into his mouth, barely pulling away enough to even say that.
“Stay?”
“Stay forever. Need you. Please.”
All of my holding it together over him being gone, over my compulsive behaviors, the lack of sleep, all of it urges me to the edge of insanity. I can’t let him go. I’ll have to tie him up, keep him hidden. Wait until he loves me.
“Okay.”
For a moment, I think I imagine the word, but it blooms in my mind, white noise. My omega. Mine. I can’t…I have to…I pant into his mouth then kiss him harder. I pull him up against me, off his feet, and swing him inside, slamming the door closed and locking it, before I drop to my knees.
I’ll make it so good he will never leave.
Sage’s calm comes through the bond, but I shove him away. I need to focus completely on Daega and making sure he’s mine.
His eyes go wide, staring at me in shock as I lick my lips and look up at him.
“You’re my omega,” I say in a stark and raw voice. “Please-”
His bag drops, and his fingers slide through my hair, clenching as he drags me closer to his cock.
“You would kneel for me?” Daega asks, and he sounds shocked.
“I would kneel for my omega.”
“I’m not the one you are keep-”
I don’t let him get that word out; instead, I peel his pants down and bury my face along the length of his cock, inhaling that musty and unique scent I have been missing.
His fingers grip my hair, pulling my head back, but I fight him, relishing the pain, flicking my tongue out along his length.
“Oh, god,” Daega hisses and falls back against the door.
I move closer, flattening my tongue and licking up until I get to his crown. I’m still not close enough to get him in my mouth, but his will is weakening.
There’s a spot on his thigh; I notice it. A spot that doesn’t have a tattoo. I reach out and run my finger across it. His hips jerk towards me, and I open my mouth, sucking hard on the tip of his cock.
He leans against the door, his fingers loosening completely, and groans. It’s a sound of surrender, a sound that promises he’s going to give me everything.
I get my hand around him and stroke, listening to the way this omega purrs. He’s so responsive.
With my mouth watering, I nuzzle that spot on his thigh as I peel his jeans down past his knees and off. I’m quick to get him naked, but I’ve had lots of practice divesting Sage of his clothes.
“Blaze,” he warns.
There’s very little thought in my head. Just that he’s mine, and he left.
I sink my teeth into his thigh, feeling the bond snap up between us. I stare up at him, watching his eyes blaze almost gold in the reflected light as he scowls at me.
“What the fuck did you do?”
I grip his cock and take him down into my throat. Working him expertly with my hands, my mouth. I am relentless, cruel, remorseless.
I don’t stop when his body starts releasing slick. I just work my fingers into his greedy hole and keep working his cock with my tongue and throat.
He’s almost howling when he comes the first time. I gulp down his cum, surprised by how much there is and how sweet it is. An omega is different, I remind myself. I don’t stop, not until he almost falls sideways, and I only stop then because I don’t want to see him get hurt.
I pull my mouth off his cock with a pop and stand up, attempting to turn him around.
“Hands on the door.”
He growls and tries to fight, but I grab his wrists and pin them there.
“You want a knot?”
He lets out a desperate whine.
“It’s been so long since you had one, hasn’t it? But I have one for you. You just need to be my good boy and turn around. I’m going to make you feel so good. You’re going to purr in my arms.”
“Blaze,” he whines. “This is not…we were supposed to talk…”
“No, you and Roseland talked. And you left. And I didn’t get to say a word, and I was good, and I behaved myself, and I didn’t go grab you by your hair and drag you back down here and fuck you five ways to Sunday, but here you are. How can I possibly let you go?”
In the time it’s taken me to say all that, I’ve gotten rid of my shoes and socks and stepped out of my jeans.
My cock brushes his, and he shudders.
“Blaze, what are you doing?”
I grab his hip and turn him, while he’s still staring at me with glassy eyes.
Even his ass is tattooed.
“One day, when I have enough time, I’m going to trace every single one of these tattoos with my tongue.”
He gasps. I grab handfuls of his ass cheeks and spread him open, looking at that gorgeous pulsing ring.
“Ready?”
He growls, and when I line my cock up, rubbing through the slick that has him soaking, he moans. It’s enough. I watch in possessive adoration as I feed my cock into his grasping hole.
“Blaze!” he moans, tossing his head back.
I pause and then snap my hips forward, slipping into his hot heat easily.
He scratches at the door, but I can feel him pressing back into me.
Daega snarls. He looks over his shoulder.
“You dick.”
I lay my head on his shoulder and lick the skin.
“You’re so pretty.”
I’m going to keep him. Sage said to be patient, and I was.
Now, he’s mine. That thought transforms my playful thoughts into something darker.
I wrap my arms around his chest, plastering myself to him, so there’s almost no space between us.
I was going to fuck him, but I want to do it properly later.
Right now. I just want to own him.
I knot my omega.
He growls, straining and thrusting as I pull him back from the wall, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, marking him again as I come. It’s almost secondary. The main, important thing is making sure he can’t leave me. That he’s mine.
I hold him in my arms near the stairs where I first saw him as he relaxes and slumps in my hold.
“I have you. I’m going to look after you now,” I whisper, stroking his face.
I grin, turning us to face the alphas standing in the doorway of the hidden bunker.
Roseland looks horrified but aroused, while Sage just looks pleased. I glance down at my omega, seeing three bite marks that are bleeding. He’s bruised and covered in hickeys, and he’s almost completely drunk on my knot.
I reach up and squeeze his pec, then tweak his nipple, watching as Roseland and Sage advance slowly towards me.
“Blaze, baby. Is it my turn to mark him yet?” Sage teases.
I growl at him, but that makes my omega flinch, so I cut the noise off. My knot is deflating, and now that I’m soft, it’s getting harder to stay joined, but I don’t want to come out of him.
“Mine.”
“Yes,” Roseland says in weary resignation. “He’s ours.”
Ours?
Logic returns slightly, and I slip free of Daega, kissing his temple as Roseland lifts him into his arms and carries him down into our home. Yes, this works perfectly.
Sage leans up and kisses me. “Baby, I think maybe you got a little bit carried away.”
I grab his jaw and drag him close. “You all belong to me now. You are mine. Those are the rules.”
Sage leans into me until I have to break my hold on his jaw while he rubs against me like a cat.
Satisfied that I've made my point, I grab Sage by the wrist and drag him into the bunker, turning and locking it with the new password so no one can get in or out.
I exhale in relief, and my mind calms, and I feel like I can breathe.
“Is that Daega?” Rolly asks, poking his head around the door frame.
I study him intently. “You’re next.”
He stares at me, gulps, and then slowly backs away.