Chapter 16
“ T hey weren’t right for you. I found your pack,” my mother insisted, pulling me into the dining room of their home.
“No, I’m happy. I found my mates,” I protested but she scoffed.
“You said yourself they were bullies,” she shot back, no emotion but annoyance in her tone. Had my mother ever aimed kindness or happiness my way? The answer was a loud and clear, no. Unless she was getting her way, at least, and it wasn’t toward me but herself.
“That was a misunderstanding,” I argued, continuing to pull on her but she was uncharacteristically strong at the moment.
Soon, I was shoved into the room, my mother moving to block the exit, my father standing in the doorway to the kitchens.
A pack sat at the table but they were all wrong. The handsome faces were offset by eyes that held no warmth or emotion at all.
“Ah, our omega. Seems she’s feisty,” the alpha in the center said, looking at his packmates and talking around her. “She’ll just be more fun this way.”
“I’m going nowhere with you,” I growled, ready to fight my way out of here. If my mates were nearby, I’d call for them.
They were in front of me in a second, pushing me into the wall and surrounding me completely. The scent of burnt leaves and suffocating herbs filled my senses and I gagged, unable to stop myself.
“You better get used to it, omega,” the alpha snarled. “Submit.”
His bark had me falling to my knees, head bowed, as they laughed mockingly over me.
When someone touched me, the scream that echoed out was a visceral, primal reaction.
Then I was shaken awake, the dream falling away and a dark room surrounding me. Ash’s sparkling-cherry-and-lime scent hit me and I reached out on instinct, sobbing into his chest as he held me.
“Princess, you’re shaking like a leaf. What’s wrong? Nightmare?”
“My mom took me from you guys and dragged me into this blind meeting. They were awful and smelled terrible and I was trapped in there with them. They barked at me to submit and…” I trailed off as another wave of tears hit me. I hated feeling vulnerable but I was too exhausted after that awful sleep to truly protest.
It was probably worse because the entire time we helped around town yesterday I was just waiting to run back into my family. The anxiety clearly caught up with me.
Ash held me as long as I needed, his arms strong and unmoving as he held me together while I fell apart.
This is what an alpha should be. The strength for their omega when they were vulnerable.
In that moment, more than ever before, I knew that this match was right. That letting them in was what I needed.
When my sobs died away and my tears dried, he ran a hand over my back in soothing circles.
“I’ve got you, Taryn. Always. Your parents will never have control over you again. We have your back. Nothing will ever change that,” he vowed, the venom in his voice reminding me of his deal with them.
“Tell me what convinced them to sell,” I asked. After this dream, I needed to know the truth of what they talked about.
He sighed. “They’re awful. I wanted to buy the house but he was ready to mark it up, to get as much as he could out of us because we wanted it. He didn’t care that it was for his daughter or her pack.”
“I’m not surprised. I’ve never meant much to them. I was too outspoken and wouldn’t just do as they asked like my sisters.”
“Good. You aren’t a tool they can use,” he growled. “I offered them a membership to a country club, no cost to them, for selling us the house at value and cutting contact with you unless you reached out. I’m sorry if I overstepped, but I didn’t want them hounding you. The way you deflate around them had me boiling.”
More tears burned my eyes as his words sunk in. The little girl inside of me mourned the family that should have been on her side.
But the omega was melting at her alpha defending her, doing what he could to protect her without being asked.
“Ash?”
“Yes?” he asked gently.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. It’s my job to keep you safe, and that means emotionally, as well.”
How are these men real? They swept into my life and turned it upside down. They didn’t run when things were complicated, they stuck around and proved to me that they were more than our past.
Fuck, I was gone for these men.
Winding my hand around the side of his neck, I pulled him down, kissing him gently at first. Then deepening it, urging him to take me.
“Please, Ash. I need to feel that you’re mine,” I pleaded.
“Are you sure? You’re vulnerable, I’m not here to take advantage, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Ash,” I groaned. “I’m an adult and yes, I need you. Please. Or I’ll go find someone else to show me.”
“Oh hell no,” he bit out, crashing his lips to mine again. Our scents bloomed around us, the sweet scent of my slick and our combined arousal intensifying them, mixing the two into a perfect blend of tart and sweet.
“Too many clothes,” I grunted as I tried to tug his shirt off. He leaned back long enough to tug it off and toss it aside, then shimmied out of his boxers.
Ash was a work of art. Every inch of him I could see was covered in tattoos. Every defined muscle accented by gorgeous ink.
My eyes trailed lower, landing on his cock. Mouth watering at the sight of the studs lining it.
“Do you like what you see, princess?” he challenged. Meeting his energy, I also pushed away, moving to my knees and tugging my thin tank over my head and tossing it away. His eyes were hungry as they drank me in, watching me intently as I pushed down the booty shorts and my lacy boy shorts underneath. “Fuck.”
“My thoughts exactly,” I said before shifting lower and wrapping my fingers around his cock. I wasn’t inexperienced, but this was my first with piercings like these. He moaned as I gently teased my fingertips over them, then stroked him, testing how they felt against my skin.
“They’ll feel even better inside of you,” he husked, then cursed as I leaned down to wrap my lips around him.
Ash wasn’t a quiet lover and I knew the others would hear, but that only turned me on more. Slick dripped down my thighs as I slid my tongue over each piercing, intent to torture my mate a little.
I knew I was playing with fire, that this man would make me burn from the inside out with just his tongue, but I didn’t care. He could consume me whole.
I planned to do the same to him.
“Nope. I’ve been hard for a fucking week, princess,” he grunted as he guided me off of him. “Before I knot that pretty little mouth of yours, let me taste you.”
As if I weighed nothing, the alpha picked me up and laid me out, pushing my legs apart so he could see what was his. The possessive rumble that echoed out of his chest had more slick answering his call, my pussy dripping just for him.
“Fuck,” he muttered before he was pushing my legs further apart and settling between my thighs.
I knew my torture was coming, but when this alpha licked up every drop on my thighs, then lips, before even thinking of giving me what I needed, I was whining despite myself.
My omega was pissed he wasn’t giving us what we needed.
He chuckled, but didn’t torture me further. His tongue teased through my slick pussy, lapping up every ounce he could find like he was desperate for my taste.
His tongue teased around my clit, just enough to torment me but I needed to come so fucking bad. He wasn’t the only one suffering this past week. I was surrounded by three sexy mates who were slowly showing me the truth in ‘if he wanted to, he would.’
My hips bucked against his mouth, demanding more. When he offered me exactly what I was asking by latching onto my clit, sucking hard as he pushed two fingers into my core, I lost it.
The orgasm that washed over me stole my breath and had my entire body tensing against the force of it. Each wave of sweet pleasure had me relaxing further until I was a puddle under my alpha.
Ash sat up, grinning as his face glistened with my slick. The look of triumph had a tired chuckle escaping me.
“Do you need more, or do you want sleep?”
“Sleep is for the weak. Fuck me, alpha. I need your knot.”
“Birth control?”
“No,” I said, not the least apologetic. His answering groan had me worried for a second that he’d protest. Which would be completely understandable. Instead, he nuzzled into my neck as he notched himself at my entrance, teasing the pierced head over me, making me shiver.
“Good. I like the idea of pumping you full of my cum, filling you until you swell with my baby,” he groaned in my ear, the pure gravel in his voice was sexy as fuck.
“Fill me, alpha. I’m yours,” I promised, winding my legs around him and pulling him closer. He slammed his hips forward, pushing his knot further in with each thrust until it was swelling inside of me.
The feeling of his knot pushing against my sensitive walls, that part of me created for them, was so fucking sensitive.
Pleasure hit me with a new intensity. No one had ever felt like this. His eyes locked onto mine as he fucked me, lips parted, muscles straining, as he tried to keep his alpha in check.
I loved that I could unravel him, make him lose control. Because that’s how I’d felt from the moment they walked into my life.
“Fuck, princess, you feel incredible,” he groaned as he pulled me close, locking his lips to mine as he fucked me, slower now as his knot swelled.
I kissed him back, matching his hunger with the insatiable need filling me. His fingers teased between us, brushing over my clit, using my slick to glide over me. My body was shaking, muscles tensing against yet another orgasm, while he flicked his tongue against mine.
Every part of me was drowning in Ash… his scent, the feel of his skin, his body pressing against me, knot swelling inside of my core.
I was his, there was no mistaking that. The feeling of pure, unfiltered acceptance and desire was enough to chase away every bit of lingering insecurity and anxiety my parents’ visit and the dream had left behind.
Now I was free. It was as if I could let go of it all, and let myself be with them.
My job was mobile, wherever they were, I would go.
Because as of now, I was officially their omega, no hesitation, no looking back.
“Let me bite you?” I begged, teeth aching with the need to mark my alpha as mine.
“Can I claim you back?” he asked, though his head fell to the side, offering me his unmarked flesh.
“I demand it,” I said before I bit down, teeth clamping around the muscle. He groaned, a low primal sound that was followed by his orgasm. I teased my tongue over the mark, sealing it as he fell apart.
His fingers swirled around my clit, slow at first, a teasing touch as he regained his own composure.
Then he was biting down, marking my shoulder like I did his as his fingers picked up the pace, teasing me until I was coming, the feel of my alpha and his pleasure mixing with mine was the last of my meek control.
This orgasm was clouded by the pure bliss I was soaking in. Feeling him was strange, but wonderful.
As we laid there in the aftermath, soaking in each other, I realized just how vast the depth of his adoration for me was. It was humbling and I hoped he could feel the same within me.
That he would realize I was an omega changed. His from this moment forward.
An omega who could never walk away now.