Chapter 9
Kip
I know I’m not imagining things. That fucking omega had her hand on my brother.
She cornered him like some kind of rabid beast hunting down her prey.
We didn’t sign up for this shit. Nik knows what he’s getting into with these things, and he accepts his part in it all, but whatever was going on just now, Kaden didn’t want anything to do with it.
By all rights, I should go straight to Mags and put the kibosh on this grift.
The whole encounter puts me in a foul mood.
I’ve got guard duty after dinner, which is such bullshit.
All that’s going to happen is Threnody pawing at Nik while he tolerates it for our sakes.
Why do they even need a guard? It’s not like the mansion doesn’t have hired alphas and betas patrolling constantly.
Even if anyone was crazy enough to want to kidnap the brat, they’d never make it this far in.
I should be guarding Kaden and Mags. Between Dave Donnelly’s creepy attitude and now Threnody’s advances, it’s clear that Clint and Clarice are raising predatory psychopaths.
While Threnody and Nik fool around in her nesting room, I pace the hallway outside, trying to sort everything out in my head. Mags always finds the best marks; we’ve never had a problem like this with one of our cons. It doesn’t make sense that she’d be so far off about this family.
Something has been up with Mags lately. Her decisions are hastier, not thought through as carefully. If our fearless leader isn’t thinking straight, what are the rest of us supposed to do?
The second my shift is up, I take the long way around to our suite, hoping to find Mags.
She’s in our living room, lounging on the couch, wearing a tank top and shorts and reading a magazine like nothing’s wrong.
Her pink hair is piled on top of her head in the cutest messy bun, and for a fraction of a second, I forget why I was worried.
I shake off my attraction and steel myself for a potentially difficult discussion.
“Hey, Mags. Have you seen Kaden recently?”
Mags shrugs. “Not since his massage session with Threnody. Why?”
I tap my fingers on my thigh as I debate how much to tell her. I trust Mags with my life; she’ll make things right if Kaden’s in trouble, but she’ll also blow a gasket if the con goes sideways.
Maybe I should try a less direct approach.
“What’s your opinion on our mark? You know, your gut feeling. Do you think things are going well?”
“As well as can be expected.”
“And you don’t think we’ve been made? I mean, they don’t suspect anything, right?” Why is this so hard? I’ve always been able to talk to Mags about anything, but suddenly I’m nervous and tongue tied.
She closes the magazine and fans herself with it. “Is there something wrong, Kip? You’re acting weird.”
So is Mags. With Threnody’s heat fast approaching, Mrs. Donnelly had me turn all the thermostats in this wing of the mansion to Arctic mode. I don’t see how Mags can wear what she is and still need to cool off.
Fuck. I can’t do it. I can’t put added stress on Mags when there’s clearly something going on with her.
“Nothing’s wrong. Just … curious, I guess.”
“Hm.” Mags sighs and sets down the magazine. “Hey, could you get me a glass of ice water? It’s burning up in here.”
“Um, sure.”
I pour some water from a carafe in the fridge and toss in a few ice cubes. My hand trembles as I give her the glass.
Mags downs the whole glass in one long gulp, then takes one of the ice cubes and runs it across the back of her neck. That’s when I notice the fine sheen of sweat on her smooth skin, the faint hint of pink in her cheeks, the slight increase in her breathing.
Is she getting sick? We can’t run this scam if Mags is sick!
Squatting next to her, I place the back of my hand on her forehead. She’s burning up, heat practically radiating off her in waves.
“Mags, I think you need a doctor.”
She scoffs and brushes my hand away. “I’m fine. It’s just hot in this damn house. The sooner Nik can knock up the mark, the sooner we can collect our fee and leave. Then I’ll be back to normal.”
Mags was sick like this once before, when we were teenagers. She ended up in the clinic for days, and ever since then, she’s needed daily injections to keep her condition under control. I’ve never asked her about it, but maybe now’s the time.
“You’re taking your meds, right? You haven’t skipped a day on accident?”
“I’m not stupid, Kip. I give myself my shot the first thing every morning. I haven’t missed a day, and I’m not sick. I’m just hot and cranky.”
That’s as much a dismissal as anything, and I know I won’t get more out of her tonight.
“Okay. Well, I hope you can cool off enough to sleep. Tomorrow’s the big pre-heat prep day.”
“Yep.”
Retreating to my bedroom, I shut the door and plop down on the bed.
At least here, where there’s an abundance of rooms, I have some privacy.
I won’t have to share a room with Kaden again for a while if this con goes well, and I find I quite enjoy some space for myself.
There’s even an ensuite bathroom for each of us, which is super convenient.
Despite Mags’s complaints, I’m cold. Maybe a hot shower will fix me.
The shower starts off normally enough, and I let my mind wander while the steamy spray beats down on me.
For all that she didn’t seem quite herself tonight, I have to admit that the flush of color in her creamy skin made Mags look radiant.
A few loose tendrils of pink hair stuck to her neck when she iced it, and even with the overabundance of Threnody’s perfume in the environment, she smelled nice. Sweet, like spun sugar and bubblegum.
This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about Mags while in the shower, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
As I replay the image of Mags sweating in her tank top, my mind slowly strips away the few layers of clothing she wore, leaving her heaving chest bare to my thoughts.
I reach down and stroke my aching cock, shutting my eyes to better focus on my fantasy.
The details of the daydream might change from time to time, but one thing always remains the same: It’s always Mags.
Dream-Mags steps into the shower stall with me and tilts her head back, wetting her long hair until it’s plastered to her back. She peers at me over her shoulder, licking her lips with a grin.
“Come here often?” she teases.
“Only when you’re here,” I say, pulling her close. Her firm, round ass bumps into my cock, and she wiggles her hips. The scent of bubblegum and cotton candy fills the air. I inhale it like my life depends on that heady aroma.
My hands roam across Mags’s porcelain skin, exploring the hills and valleys of her body. When my fingertips brush across the stiff peaks of her nipples, she moans and arches her back.
“Bend over, Mags.” I stroke her tits and rub my cock against her ass. “I need you.”
As she always does, Dream-Mags complies with my every whim. She places her hands on the wall of the shower for support and bends at the waist, exposing herself to me. Even with the stall full of steam, I can still feel the heat radiating off her glistening pink pussy.
My fingers slide between her lips, and she gasps. Her breath already comes in short, quick pants, but I don’t want to rush this. I want to savor every second.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.”
With each word, I press deeper, adding another finger, then another, until all four are in. Mags’s pussy clenches around me, and I shudder.
“That’s my good girl. Take it all. I can’t knot you, but I’ll fill you up. Don’t you worry.”
As a beta, I’ll never know the ecstasy of knotting a woman like Mags, but there are ways around that. My hand thrusts into her, and I slowly curl my fingers into a loose fist.
“Is this okay, baby?”
“Oh, Kip!” Mags’s legs tremble, and I stroke her hip with my free hand to calm her.
“There you go, sweet girl. Just a little more, and I’ll be in. Just be patient.”
Bit by bit, I work the rest of my fist into her. Mags cries out and starts humping my hand. She clamps down on me, locking my hand inside her. My eyes roll back in my head, and my grip on her hip gets tighter.
“That’s it. Ride my hand, baby, and then I’ll give you the good stuff. I’ll fill you up. I promise. Just a little more.”
Watching my hand vanish at the wrist almost does me in, but I hold on for Mags’s sake.
Finally, she comes with a scream. Her walls flutter around me, and I know she’s ready now.
“Okay, Mags. You’ve been such a good girl. I’m gonna take my hand out. There you go. Hang on. I’ll give you this cock now, okay? It’ll all be better soon.”
Betas like Mags don’t have the same drives that omega women do, but I know that a fist can’t completely make up for a good dicking down. My girl needs all my attention, and that includes my throbbing, aching cock.
Slamming into Mags is like coming home for the first time. This is where I belong, where I’ve always belonged.
While I pump my hips, I lean forward, reaching around her front and rubbing her swollen clit at the same time. Her voice rises in pitch, echoing off the shower walls in the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard.
My balls tighten the closer I get to release. I grip one of her full tits with my other hand, hanging on for dear life.
Almost there … just a little more …
I’m so focused on her pleasure that it catches me off guard when she reaches back and buries her hand in my hair, pulling so tight that the shock of pain sets off a chain reaction in my body. I shout as I bottom out inside her, filling her with cum.
As I come back to myself, I face the sad realization that, as always, it was just a fantasy.
Mags isn’t here with me, and she never will be.