Chapter 12
Madi
They close the door behind them, and after a few more absurd inhales of their scent, I finally get ready for bed.
My limbs are heavy and I skip most of my skincare.
My prescription for the pain is in my bag and I take two pills, hoping it’s enough that I can sleep.
My dildo is in its silk bag near my bathroom case.
I slip it out and wash it, setting it down on the bedside table.
Something in my chest yearns for them to be closer, pulling me towards them, but I shove the sensation away.
Today was strange and awkward and life-changing in the worst way, for all of us.
If I think about it too much, I’ll start crying again, so I ignore it.
I picture the ocean; not the rough waves outside, but the peaceful beach I was promised, and think of nothing else till sleep mercifully slips me under.
Imust be dreaming because I find myself back in that little private dining area at Alric’s restaurant.
He’s here with me, his head between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my center.
He’s not mad at me here. I haven’t ruined his hope of finding a scent match who wants to be with him.
It’s just me and him in the restaurant he named after me.
His name and the phantom taste of chocolate cake on my lips.
Alric.
Alric.
Alric.
The Madeline fades into darkness and Alric’s bedroom becomes clear. The bathroom door is cracked open, the light on. The rain ricochets off the window, the storm as loud as it was when I fell asleep.
I roll over, shoving my head into the pillow, and take a deep breath to steady myself, to erase the lingering memory of Alric’s hands on me.
That was a mistake.
The pillow smells like his true scent: bergamot, orange blossom, and chocolate. Of course he would smell like luxury cologne and temptation. Except I don’t want it from a pillow. I wish he was here now.
That he didn’t hate me.
His scent floods my body and my center aches, empty and desperate. I can’t stop myself from trailing my fingers down to my molten core, dipping my fingers into myself. I close my eyes and imagine that he’s here, that it’s his cock. I push my fingers in and out, stretching.
When my hands do nothing to accomplish what I need, I reach for my dildo, hoping that after a few orgasms, I might start to feel better.
I’d rather feel sick than horny. With the sickness, there’s not much these alphas can do, but my god, the horniness? They would make everything better, but I don’t want to be a needy omega so soon. I don’t want to need anything or anyone.
So I focus on the fantasy that can’t control me.
The toy slides in and out, my slick coating me. The Alric of my imagination pumping in and out. His heavy body is pressed on top of mine, warm and welcoming. Knowing he won’t let me go until he’s wrung every ounce of pleasure out of me.
Alric.
Alric.
Alric.
“Madeline,” Alric growls above me.
I jump, my eyes flying open. He’s standing over me, breathing heavily. The slightly open bathroom lets out a sliver of golden light that illuminates the wild look in his eyes.
Was I saying his name out loud?
“I can hear you calling me and it’s driving me mad.”
“I’m—sorry.” It slips out, broken and pathetic even to my own ears. I hate who I’ve become here.
“Do you want me to leave?”
Do I want him to go? My body is screaming for him, desperate for his touch, and I’m not strong enough to resist.
“No, no. Stay, alpha.”
His eyes leave mine to look over my body that’s open and bare before him, my hand gripping the dildo.
Alric doesn’t say anything as he joins me on the bed in his tight briefs, all those glorious muscles on display. I know he can make it all better. I don’t want to tease him with something he can’t have again after this week but god, I want him, too.
Now that he’s here, I’m desperate for him.
He sits back against the headboard, seating me in his lap. I’m limp in his arms, my head falling back into the curve of his neck, my body perfectly nestled on top of his. He drapes my thighs over his and opens me up.
“You broke your promise, Madeline. You said you would tell us if you needed anything.” He lightly slaps my pussy and I moan, my body flaring with unrestrained lust. I need him to touch me again.
“I’m sorry,” I mewl.
He slides his hand down my aching slit, soaking his fingers in my slick before bringing it up to his lips for a taste. Alric moans, his purr starting up. “Delicious as always.”
I love the vibrations of his purr on my back, making my legs spread wider. He slips the dildo out of my hands, circling each nipple and leaving a trail of slick on my chest that I want him to lap up later. “Please,” I beg.
Alric drags the toy back to my empty core and starts to play at my entrance with it, sliding it up and down before swirling the top around my clit, until he stops to slowly pump it into me inch by inch.
“Next time this perfect pussy needs something, you let us know.” He emphasizes each word by pounding into me. One of his hands is using the toy with the perfect amount of force pumping in and out of me, but the other has gone to my breasts. He lightly plays with my nipple with his free hand.
“I need you.”
He tsks in my ear. “Good girls get fat alpha cock, honey. Little liars get cheap plastic toys.” He lightly pinches my nipple for emphasis before soothing out the hurt with little circles.
The softness of his touch on my breast mixes with the roughness in which the toy enters me, making it the perfect swirl of sensation.
This goes beyond tonight. He wants payback. A flash of him standing in the street as I drive away enters my mind.
A whimper slips out of me, but I accept my punishment.
I’m so close to coming. “Please,” I cry. “Please!”
“I love it when you beg,” he says, leaving the toy deep inside me, his two fingers finding my clit and pressing down, swirling around it, and forcing a gasp out of me.
His hand leaves my breast to gently wrap around my throat, holding me there as my clit receives all of his attention.
We shouldn’t be doing this, but I’d rather die than have him stop.
I don’t know what this means for us in the morning.
Whether this will make everything better or so much worse, I can’t know, but right now, all that matters is Alric holding me and bringing me pleasure.
Maybe he doesn’t hate me after all.
My legs start to shake, the wave of pleasure cresting above me ready to wash me away, when he moves my head and wraps his mouth around the side of my neck, sucking, fingers swirling around me. My orgasm breaks and the sound that leaves my lips is feral.
I’m gasping, hot and sweating, but the feral need for sex is better. Not gone completely, but the edge has been taken off and I can think clearly now.
But I want more.
There are two figures at the end of my bed, cocks leaving impressive imprints through their PJ bottoms.
Their expressions are pleading with hunger. I’m a desert oasis they’ve wandered to, glittering under a scorching sun.
“Your sounds,” Zachary says longingly, staring at the mess I’ve made. “We couldn’t keep away.”
My legs are still spread wide, pussy dripping. I should close them, but knowing that they’re watching makes me heady.
“Do you want Zachary to help clean up your mess?” Alric whispers in my ear, sending a cascade of shivers down my back.
I nod frantically.
Zachary’s grin spreads wide as he moves towards me, sliding down the bed. Hunter attempts to join me.
“No.” I’m still hurt by his actions today, no matter the good intention behind them. I point to the soft chair in the corner. “You can sit there and watch only. Liars don’t get slick.”
Hunter licks his lips and does what he’s told, slowly lowering himself to the chair. He sits on the edge to be as close as possible, his fingers digging into the armrests with restraint.
Zachary kisses the inside of my thigh, taking the dildo from Alric and tossing it on the bed. He’s incredibly beautiful and so eager. “One orgasm is never enough for you, is it, love?” he says breathlessly.
I stroke his cheek and he leans into my palm. “Never.”
He dives right in, licking and sucking until my legs are shaking again, his wicked tongue applying the perfect amount of pressure. His two fingers slide in and out of my wetness, making deliciously indecent noises, his tongue swirling around my clit, his firm grasp wrapping around my thigh.
This is exactly what I needed, better than any medicine science could create.
Alric cups one breast, playing with my nipple and sucking on my throat, drawing another breathy moan out of me.
His other hand slides down my stomach till he reaches my throbbing pussy, slipping two fingers and spreading me open to give Zachary more access to my clit.
I buck against his mouth, crying out, overwhelmed with the new sensation.
It’s too much. These men are going to drive me to the brink of insanity.
Zachary’s hand leaves my thigh to hold down on my lower stomach, keeping me in place, inserting a third finger, the middle one hitting just the right spot. Stars burst behind my eyes when my orgasm explodes out of me. Slick soaks Zach’s face as his tongue licks my slit.
I’m boneless between them, my scent thick in the air.
Zachary slowly crawls up my body, pressing his lips to mine in a wild kiss, my essence sweet on his tongue. Alric keeps softly twisting my nipples while Zach nibbles on my bottom lip.
Once the pleasure is gone, there’s only exhaustion.
“Do you want us to stay?” Alric asks.
Rule number four. No sleepovers. My rules have served me well, and I need to keep them. It’s better for all of us. “No. Thank you.”
I don’t know if I am thanking them for the orgasms or for leaving.
Zach whispers good night on my lips before sliding off the bed.
Alric sets me down on the sheets so he can stand and tuck me in. “I’m in the last room at the end of the hall.”
Before I can change my mind, I’m already fading into the sleepy abyss, finally able to rest.
Wednesday
When I wake up again to a soft gray sky, I’m all alone and a little sore.
Last night was exactly what I needed. I came here for comfort and sex and damn it, I’m going to have it.
I’m done feeling guilty that I don’t want a pack life.
None of us chose this. I know I’m defying society and my designation. I know they will never understand, but they don’t have to. I don’t need to explain myself to anyone. Scent matches included.
I’m going to enjoy their company and let them treat me like they always have.
Without my phone, I can’t check my social media or the news.
The only other electronic I brought was my Switch.
I wonder if Zachary will play with me later, or if it’s best to stay away from everyone unless I need something.
There was mention of an indoor pool. It might be a nice place to relax after the past twenty-four hours have certainly been rough on my nervous system.
Maybe they’ll even have a hot tub.
I change into my favorite bikini. It’s hot pink and leaves little to the imagination. I wrap a towel around myself and head out the door. The chaos of yesterday meant there was no time for a tour, so I’ll have to find it myself. Hopefully, I don’t run into anyone.
Zachary and Alric’s faint voices trickle out from the living room, but I can’t make out their words.
Eventually, I find a glass door that leads me into the natatorium.
The beautiful indoor swimming area is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows and potted plants line the walls.
Right in the center of the pool, making his way towards me is Hunter, swimming laps.
I’m frozen at the sight of his strong body cutting through the water.
This isn’t a leisurely swim. This is a workout, dedicated to keeping his body in that professional athletic shape.
I should go back and hide in my room, but it’s almost beautiful the way he swims. Before I can even make a decision on whether to stay or go, his head pops out of the water. He quickly stands when he sees me.
Rivulets descend down his perfect pectorals, glistening on his skin and those chiseled abs that have earned him all those followers.
He’s also naked.
Hunter gives me a hesitant smile, running his hand through his hair.
I speak first. “I thought you’d all be working, I’ll come back later. I don’t wanna interrupt.” I turn on my heels.
“No, please stay! If anyone’s going to leave, it’s me. You were promised a beach vacation and the rain has ruined that, the least I can offer you is a dip in this fantastic heated pool.”
It would be best if I leave, but something deep within me tugs me towards him. Like my body has remembered that it has a match near and wants to be closer. Well, this week is supposed to be a fake mini pack.
Packmates don’t run from each other, right?
I drop my towel off on the lounge chairs and slowly make my way down the tiled stairs. The temperature of the pool is that of a warm bath and the relaxation is instant. I want to dive into the water, but Hunter takes my hand and holds it to his chest.
“I’m sorry again, for all of it. It’s eating me up inside.
I know I’ve ruined everything, but I’m begging you to not hate me.
I know you’re a sugar baby and I paid you, but it really felt like we were close, you know?
” His eyes water and that pulls on my heart.
“I looked forward to our dates every single week. I was probably just another client to you, but you’ve become one of the most important people in my life and before I fucked it all up, I thought of you as a best friend.
I can’t handle the thought of you hating me. ”
I want to hate him. He lied to get me here.
Now, I have three scent matches I never wanted and I’ll spend the rest of my life fighting the urge to be with them, needing medical intervention so I don’t suffer.
He knows the gravity of the situation. I can see it in his desperate eyes, swimming with sorrow and reflecting my own mourning.
His future is forever altered, too, damned by fate to an omega who sees a pack as a cage instead of a home.
Whatever connects us, however, makes it impossible to stay mad at him. His very existence relaxes me and his scent draws me in, clouding my judgment.
He’s like lemonade on a hot summer day, and for this week, I won’t resist the urge to be near them, to want them.
One week before a lifetime of freedom not even fate can take from me.