Chapter Eleven
Willow
W: It’s so weird telling you this over chat, but I just met my scent-matches. I don’t even know their real names, and they’re not what I expected. Honestly, I’m not even sure I like them.
W: What do I do? I wish I could see you both. Tell you all about it over coffee. You’re not just my sisters; you’ve always been my best friends. I love you.
Tears roll down my cheeks; my heart fills with a jumble of confusing emotions that lodge in my throat.
There’s no way to release them. I used to bleed my soul into playing the piano, but that part of my life is over, so instead I sob, tunneling my hands deep into Bruce’s fur.
He’s trained as a protection dog, but his emotional support is unparalleled.
Flopping down beside him, I’m thankful for my hidden nest. As soon as I got home, I locked myself in here, my nerves jittery, frayed from the party.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
Waiting a few minutes, I hope for a reply despite it being ridiculously late.
Nothing pings, and I grab the bottom of my braid, yanking out the hair tie and quickly loosening the aching strands.
Releasing the tension creates a fresh flood of tears, but the faint scent of caramel apple clinging to my tresses catches my nose.
The sweet, crisp notes soothe me instantly, even though it belongs to a nearly feral biker.
My nose twitches, searching for another scent. Leather, whiskey, and an amber note. I finally find it on my top. Barely there, but enough.
Did I really taser one and stab the other? And I lost my damn weapons when I fled, too.
Restlessness coils just below my skin, prowling like a panther ready to strike. Unable to sit still on my bed, I strip off the dirty, scented clothing I’m wearing. They should go in the hamper, but I can’t get rid of their scents—even if the Alphas themselves suck.
Instead, I flip onto my hands and knees, weaving them into the base of my nest. After the way they just treated me, I shouldn’t, but need is stronger than reason at the moment, so I let my instincts take over.
Annoyed by all the moving, Bruce grumbles, grabbing his pillow and jumping off the mattress to go snooze in his bed.
My omega takes over as I work, remembering how strong Caramel Apple Alpha was when he lifted me. Puppy said his name is Gy. I wonder whether that’s his real name…
Shivers wrack my body, slick pooling between my legs, the longer I inhale their scents. Once I’m sure everything is in the correct place, I lie down in my nest, closing my eyes and reframing the evening. Making it what I want instead of what I got.
Strong arms ready to protect, not harm. Hands for pleasure, not for pain. Love…
Biology is absolutely wild because, while I would like to believe I’m completely in control, the scent of sweet caramel and earthy leather takes over my mind. Need builds in my belly. Unable to stop it, my nipples pucker and slick gathers between my legs.
I haven’t had a visceral reaction to an Alpha since my captivity, but now, heat prickles under my skin.
My panties become soaked and uncomfortable, so I slither out of them, then use my foot to drop them out of the nest. Memories flood me, almost like Gy’s here.
His deep voice, clear and kind, instead of demanding.
The baritone timbre has me reaching for one of my favorite vibrators.
I haven’t had to use it often, but right now my body is on fire, and there are only two people who can quench it.
I’m not sure whether I want either of them, so BOB will have to do.
Letting my eyelids flutter closed, I allow my imagination to take over.
Leather and amber filter through the sweet caramel, making Cujo’s fiery gaze pop into my head, but I shy away, not quite ready to deal with the intensity that enormous Alpha exudes.
Instead, I search for Caramel Apple Alpha.
The scent conjures the man, salt-and-pepper hair, a stubbly beard, and a powerful build.
His ice-blue eyes make my nipples tingle.
Once I’ve clicked the power button, I bring BOB through the dip between my breasts, allowing it to whir down my tight stomach.
I rest the silicone gently against my already throbbing clit.
“Hello, little omega,” Gy rasps, holding me steady on his chest. The thunder of his heartbeat pounds against my back, but it’s his thick, rigid cock that has all my attention.
His sweet, tart scent twines around me, making my mouth water, and I arch back, grinding my ass into the erection pressed into my backside.
“Knot me,” I demand, already drenched. Whimpers escape my lips as I strain against his possessive hold.
“Patience, baby girl.” His big palms span my waist, controlling my movements, before sliding up to cup my tender, aching breasts.
He hefts each one as though weighing them before his mouth descends to suck on my neck with a deep, animalistic growl.
Rough thumbs circle my nipples, making me writhe with every pass, before he brings them between his fingers, giving each a pinch.
Shivers cascade down my body, and I arch into him.
“Alpha, please.” He nips my neck, then raises one tattooed hand, wrapping his fingers around my throat.
His grip is dominant, but gentle. The other hand travels south, slipping down my belly, leaving fire in its wake.
He finds my pussy, and my mewls echo around the room as he uses one finger to part my folds.
My clit’s already hypersensitive, and the simple touch makes me clench, an orgasm already barreling toward me.
“Don’t come,” he barks, and my body must obey, submit to my scent-match.
Once he senses my surrender, he reaches between my legs, palming my pussy like he owns it, and maybe he does.
I wriggle, undulate forward, seeking more pressure, ready to chase my pleasure, but his fingers tighten around my throat.
Restricting my air until I’m gasping for breath.
“Relax, baby, let me make you feel good.” This Alpha wants my surrender, and I comply, needing nothing more than to submit to his whims. As soon as I relax, he breaches my pussy once more, rubbing his thumb over my clit before circling it with the right amount of pressure to make my body hum. It’s too much and not enough.
“Please. Please. Please,” I pant, barely able to get the words out. The pleasure is exquisite, and he brings me right to the edge before slowing, forcing my orgasm to build but never letting me crest over the top.
Incoherent sobs wrack my body as I drown in his cycle of bliss and denial.
He plays my body like a fiddle, plucking each string with deft fingers.
It goes on forever until I’m about to combust. Finally, my Alpha slips one thick finger inside my soaked pussy.
Slick drips obscenely down his hand, then he adds another, stretching my needy opening and lighting up all my nerves.
In and out his thick digits thrust, and just when I can’t take anymore, he crooks his fingers, rubbing my G-spot until I rocket over the edge.
My body shakes, unable to breathe, I’m swamped by an orgasmic tsunami.
My body turns to Jell-O, slow and languid, beneath his gentle ministrations.
Gy pulls me to him, his sticky fingers never leaving my core.
A low purr rumbles through the room, and my eyelids slowly flutter closed, surrounded by his protection and sweet caramel.
Heaven.
More relaxed, I slowly return to my body.
Still trembling and now satiated, I turn onto my side, reaching for a blanket to cover my rapidly cooling skin.
There’s a wet spot, but I’ll deal with it tomorrow.
Right now, rest is more important. Cocooned in comfort, my heart rate slows, and my breathing evens out, eyes growing heavy.
Sleep’s nearly claimed me when a chime goes off next to my nest. It’s muted, yet piercing, and repeats once before falling silent.
My bleary brain takes a moment for understanding to come my way.
But once I realize the reality, horror sets in.
Lurching up, I clasp the blanket to my chest, choking back debilitating fear.
Someone’s breached my house.