Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
VAUGHN
W aking up covered in what feels like a gallon of my own come, decorated like a Christmas tree in sweet smelling Omega panties, and my dick burning from being jerked so hard was not how I wanted to spend my day.
Blinking several times to try and force myself to come back into myself, I try to remember what happened.
I had been so hot.
A rut?
Had there been an Omega or had I been hallucinating her? But these had to be her panties pasted to my skin with my own come.
She had to be real.
Where did she come from?
My cock got a rush of blood at the scent of her and I groaned, uncomfortable at the way it tried to get hard. The skin on my shaft had been stroked too much and now it felt like abuse to even have an erection.
What day was it?
Reaching for my phone, I sent a silent thanks to my pack mates. There was a water bottle on the table with an ibuprofen. My phone was plugged in so I could see what day it was.
Dozens of missed notifications lit up the screen. None of them mattered as I saw it was 5:22AM on Monday.
I had jerked off for an entire weekend.
No wonder my cock felt like it had been through a meat grinder. I had beat it to death and now it would never be the same.
Plucking off the stiff underwear from my skin, I grimace at the feel of the fabric. If it wasn’t an inanimate object there isn’t a doubt in my mind that the panties would be pregnant. That’s how much of my semen is soaking them. They’re not even soft anymore but stiff like little statues of my shame.
This is worse than my first rut at 15. I had thought that only young horny Alphas had ruts like this. The control I had been honing in on and perfecting over the years was completely destroyed as I let three days pass by me so I could beat off.
A shower would help.
I could wash off the come coating my skin and try to feel like a normal person again. Since it is Monday, I’d go to some classes, and then go to the skate at 2:00pm. I’d need to workout and refuel so I’d probably be at the rink late. At least a 7:00 pm night to regroup and refocus on hockey.
Wonder what happened with the two games the boys played.
I took the stairs two at a time, turning the corner to walk into the kitchen and freezing. Turns out that Omega I thought I was hallucinating was real.
Her eyes look up to meet mine as she smiles at me.
“Hi Vaughn, are you feeling better?”
The way she says my name makes me worry that I’m going to end up back in a rut. I’m frozen in place looking at her sitting at the kitchen island with a bowl of oatmeal in front of her. Apollo is beside her and McKinley is fussing around with the coffee maker he never really learned how to use.
What the heck happened during my rut?
“Are you ready to go to the gym?” Griffin nudges me from behind, making me snap to.
He’s moving around the island, completely ignoring the Omega, as he hits a few buttons and gets the coffeemaker going.
“I could have done that.” Grumbles Mick as he moves away from the machine and sits down next to the girl.
She’s gorgeous.
A tiny little thing with waves of blonde hair that is tumbling over her shoulders and down her back. She isn’t wearing any makeup and it makes her pink lips look softer. Her blue eyes shining out without any makeup distracting me from the color.
She’s dressed in what looks like Mick’s sweatpants and Apollo’s hoodie. I remember all the clothes around my room that got a come bath and suddenly feel hot with embarrassment.
Oh no.
“Clover, ignore Vaughn. His brain melted from his rut.” McKinley teases and I’m suddenly remembering her in my room asking me if I wanted to take a bath.
How she had wanted to take care of me without even knowing me.
“Hi Cherry girl.” The name comes from my lips and gets me a smile that makes my stomach flip.
This isn’t good.
Stomach flips are things that should be saved for people that matter or for really important games. After everything that I went through with Terry I’m confident in the fact that I do not want a single tummy flip to happen.
She smells like the type of sweetness that makes us nostalgic. A coming home feeling or family and laughs in her scent.
My eyes snap to Griffin.
“Are you ready to go?” There is approval in his look as I turn and walk out of the kitchen. Knowing Griffin he wants to focus on the goals that we have set just as much as I do. He knows that with an Omega we will lose some focus on hockey.
Is it worth it?
I thought Terry had been worth it and how wrong had I been about that?
My body aches as I head back home.
I stayed later than I should have because I’ve been avoiding the Omega. Griffin didn’t talk about her this morning and I ignored the texts from McKinley telling me that he was going to beat me up if I wasn’t nice to her.
He might try to beat me off but there was no way he was beating me up.
After practice, I reviewed tape from the past weekend's game as well as looked at tape for the upcoming game. When it was clear that everyone wanted to get home for the night I had gone to the library where I made myself study. In my college career I don’t think I’ve spent more than a few minutes in the library so spending three hours there had been insane.
The quiet sounds and soft shutting of books mixed with the tapping sound of keys as papers got written. It might be nice for some people but it made my skin itch.
Not as much as the thought of going back home and seeing the Omega.
McKinley had texted that he had taken back all her clothes and was washing them from my filth. In practice he had tried to talk to me about her but I ignored him until he threw his stick at my head. The coach had sent him to cool down after that stunt.
Griffin ignored the whole thing and I envied the way he didn’t seem to be affected by the Omega.
Would she know how I used her clothes? Would she be mad at me? Or worse, would she look at it like I was interested in her?
Why had I called her the dumb nickname this morning instead of just downright ignoring her?
What an idiot.
Tossing my bag in the living room, I head into the kitchen. Usually a plate of food would be left over from dinner but when I go to uncover the plate there is a receipt from an underwear store and a picture of McKinley’s ass.
Seems that he’s still mad and that he couldn’t save all the underwear I took from the Omega.
Pulling out my phone I opened an app to transfer him money. It doesn’t seem fair that he had to buy her new things because I couldn’t keep my body under wraps.
Does that mean those are my panties now?
Can’t think like that. It physically hurts my cock to even think of that so it’s going to be a hard pass for me.
For the first time in a while I miss sex.
My pack all fools around with each other. I know I’m the only one who hasn’t been tempted by them. I hear them some nights. The sound of Griffin’s grunts. How McKinley moans. Apollo’s praise was like an enchanting song, swirling from the bedroom. Sometimes I wish I could join them so I didn’t feel so lonely but I don’t view my pack mates like that.
They’re family and I think it’s illegal in most places to fuck family. At least, it should be.
“Oh,” My head snaps around and I see Clover standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
Her blonde hair is messy, eyes puffy like she has been crying, and her face is not filled with that sweet joy it had been holding this morning.
She lifts one of her bare feet, running her toes down the back of her calf. The way she crosses her arms, drawing what looks like one of the guys hoodies tighter around her.
Something about seeing her like this, vulnerable, and sleepy makes my heart tighten in my chest. Something in me telling me to take care of her.
I had tried to take care of Terry but I hadn’t done a good job if she left.
“I thought everyone was sleeping. I just wanted something to drink and Mickey said that the kitchen is never closed and I could always get something if I was hungry and thirsty. And I’m thirsty. And I can't sleep. Sleep is strange, isn’t it?” The way the Omega babbles when she’s uncomfortable is adorable.
No .
Not adorable.
She is not sweet.
She is not cute.
She is not mine.
“Come sit down, Cherry Girl. I was about to make myself a sandwich. Do you want to go halfsies?”
I’m the absolute worst.
Halfsies? What in the Middle School girls vocabulary have I gotten myself into?
No more nicknames for her. Just use her name or grunt. Maybe do a smoldering glare like Griffin has perfected. Be aloof and mean. Don’t get too close to her.
Temporary .
This is all temporary.
“You’re so nice, V!” She comes closer and sits on the stool. Her feet kicking back and forth as she pulls the hoodie over her hands and plays with the sleeves.
At least she’s not fully comfortable either.
It’s not lost on me that she called me a nickname. The same one my best friend calls me. I’m not going to let myself over think it too much.
Pouring her a glass of water I set it in front of her before going back and starting to grab everything that I need to make us a sandwich to share. Trying not to think too much how nice it is to take care of her.
She’s quiet as I build us a sandwich with way too much care. If she hadn’t walked into the kitchen I would have taken a spoon and a jar of peanut butter to the couch and watched sports highlights. The fact that I am going through all these extra steps for her is a bad sign for me.
Today was her first day of classes and if I was a good Alpha I would ask her about them. But I am a bad Alpha. Not her Alpha.
Apollo let me know what was going on earlier. I’m aware she had a rough go at things but that is going to be something she will work out with her pack. She will find Alphas to take care of her and help her heal.
We’re not for her. His family told them all that while I was in rut.
She is not ours.
Don’t get attached.
Has anyone checked on Mick’s understanding of that?
“How was your day?” I can’t help myself. I was raised to be polite and polite people make small talk. She shrugs her shoulders and I think I prefer when she is babbling to when she is quiet. “First days can be hard but it gets better.”
“Do they?” Her voice is filled with tears making me look up from the sandwich to where she is sitting.
Shit .
She’s about to cry.
The lump in my throat bobs as I try to figure out what to do. I have to hug her. What choice do I have in this situation? This freaking Omega came in and set a bath for me because she wanted to ease my rut but didn’t know me. I can give her a hug. A hug is innocent.
My arms are around her, lifting her out of the stool because of our height differences. Her face is in my neck and I can feel the warmth of her tears on my skin. I want to punch someone for every tear that she sheds.
“Shh, I have you, cherry girl. I’m here for you baby. It’s okay.” I lean my back against the island as her soft sobs make me feel like a knife is in my stomach.
Terry didn’t cry like this. She cried when she didn’t get her way but when something bad happened she reacted in anger, most of the time. She didn’t share a lot of things with me because she said she had friends for a reason. Having Clover cling to me as she cries is a new thing.
“Just let it out. We can stay here all night. I’ll just hold you and you get all those emotions out. You’re safe here, okay?” I don’t need her to answer but I do need her to know that she will be okay here with us.
We’re definitely in over our heads.
I know Apollo’s mother sent her to us and that it was made clear she is not our Omega but if she’s not meant for us why is she here? Just so we can keep her safe?
Seems like a set up.
Maybe Martha wants us to learn from this. Give us a taste of an Omega before we all end up pro. Before we didn't have time for an Omega.
It felt unkind to tease us like that.
“Everything is changing and I’m so overwhelmed.” Clover's lips move as she whispers against my skin.
A chill runs down my spine and I think about how this is absolutely not the time to lose control over my body. I have a crying Omega in my arms. That is not boner material.
My dick doesn’t agree.
“That makes sense. You’ve been through so much. Was everyone nice to you today?” If they weren’t I’m going to make Griffin help me beat the fuck out of them.
McKinley will want to hurt them too much for the Omega.
She nods her head.
“Was it just a lot?”
“So much.” She whispers and sniffles. The feeling of her nose scrunching up makes me smirk. I’m rubbing her back, rocking her gently back and forth without even thinking about it.
It feels nice to comfort her.
“Let's eat the sandwich and then sit on the couch together. We can watch a bad TV show and just not think, okay?” She nods her head and starts to pull away.
I want to tell her to stay but I know that creating space will be good. We can’t just lose our heads over an Omega.
Even if the Omega smells like perfection.
“Thanks for letting me cry, V. I appreciate you letting me spider monkey cling to you. And for the sandwich half. That was really nice of you to share your food with me. Mickey said you had to stay late since you missed the games and that’s why you missed dinner.” She is babbling again as she wipes her tear stained cheeks with the back of the sweatshirt.
I don’t love that excuses were made for me. But I also know that Mick is already head over ass for this girl. Apollo needs to reign him in. Distract him with his big dick or something to keep his mind off something that isn’t his.
I need to be reminded that she isn’t ours either, but it’s easier as we sit on the couch. My mind goes to Terry for a second and how she was never meant to be mine either.
Maybe it’s good for me to know the Omega will be gone in three months. It’s a good thing to have a deadline of when she is leaving my life. Makes it easier for me to not get hurt this time around.