Chapter 36 Calliope
The ride back to Raleigh in the passenger seat of Dax’s Hummer was surreal. I had taken a leave of absence from work so I could spend some time with my pack. Ayden was working remotely; a benefit of being a tech guy, I guess. My brain was working a mile a minute thinking of all the things I needed to do. Running through the checklist in my mind was the only thing that distracted me—and I needed a distraction. I needed to get back to that camera I planted. Needed to figure out which car was Jeremy’s. Track him to the house and figure out his schedule, his pack. Every part of what made him tick. My head was spinning, and I didn’t have enough time to do it all. I had lost six weeks at this point, and I could already feel the irritation coming. I needed to make up two months’ worth of work in four weeks.
“What’s going on in the devious little head of yours?” Dax’s voice broke the spell of overthinking.
I debated for a moment how much of my process I was willing to let him in on. “Trying to figure out how I’m going to make up so much time.”
“Your job will understand.”
“Not my journalism job. That doesn’t even really matter, if I’m being honest. Once I kill Jeremy, I’m leaving the country,” I admitted.
“We’re leaving.”
“What?” That startled me.
“We’re leaving the country. If you think that I am going to let you get away from me, you clearly don’t understand what you mean to me. I have obviously been lax in showing that, I’ll be sure to remedy that misstep.” His words were final.
We kept driving until we reached the outskirts of Raleigh. When he turned north, I couldn’t help but ask. “Where are we going.”
“I’m going to tell you a story, love.”
“Okay.”
His hand came to rest on my thigh. “After you left with Ayden, we were lost. Cain was distracted, keeping his distance from me. I thought it was something I did wrong. I tried everything I could to lure him out of that shell. Everything failed until…”
“Until?”
“Good girls are patient.” His thumb started moving rubbing in small circles. “I followed Cain one night when he snuck out. It was strange that he was going to some random parking garage downtown. Especially when all he did was sit in his car and stare at the phone. He was distracted at home, but so intensely studying the phone when sitting in his car. Two weeks went by that way, until the day he didn’t go to the garage. He went to a house in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Raleigh. He’s really bad at staying hidden, by the way. Had the audacity to be parked directly outside of the house.”
“He never was any good at subtlety.”
“Yeah, he’s about as subtle as a sledgehammer.” His laugh made me smile. “So, I approached him.”
He pulled into a neighborhood that was nearly abandoned. It overlooked a rich neighborhood. My hands tightened, fighting not to lash out at Dax for putting me in this position. I was scared and felt alone. I couldn’t take it if I died out here alone—no Ayden, no Cain. My heart was pounding, threatening to beat out of my chest. Chest heaving making me just a little lightheaded. I couldn’t think.
Hands pulling me across the cab of the Hummer. Warm arms around me, a voice whispered something into my ear. I couldn’t make out what it was saying, couldn’t think past the roaring of my blood in my ears. “Come back to me, love.”
The smell of decay surrounded me. It was so out of place that it snapped me out of the memory. My heart slowed, breaths coming shallower with each moment that passed. I looked up at the alpha that held me in his arms. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” His voice was gruff as he said the words before he reached over and opened the door.
Sliding out from beneath me, he set me gently on the ground. He went around to the back of the SUV and pulled out a bag. Without speaking, he led me to the building, it was a two-story house that had seen better days. We went around the back until he moved to the sliding back door, pushing it open. I was met with the smell of dust and wood rot. I would be surprised if the house didn’t collapse around us. There was a set of stairs leading to the second floor, and that was where Dax headed.
The stairs creaked as we moved. Getting to the top of the stairs it opened to a large room. On one side of the wall there were four doors, he led me to the one on the far end. It was the nest, and I couldn’t stop the wrongness that I felt just being in this abandoned space. There was a set of windows with a bench seat beneath them. Sitting on the bench was a pair of binoculars. I went to that bench and put the binoculars to my eyes. I had a clear view of the opulent neighborhood below this abandoned one. Scanning it, I didn’t notice anything that stuck out to me. Dax had a purpose for bringing me here; I just didn’t know what it was yet. My eyes moved, searching every part of that neighborhood that I could see. I was scanning for the third time when I heard Dax come up behind me.
“Third house from the right.” His guidance led me to some brick monstrosity.
I scanned what I could see in each room until I spotted movement. The attic. Focusing on that space I could see a group of men surrounding a much smaller man. He looked like he was having a good time. It made me wonder how many of these scenes Dax had witnessed. The thought pissed me off. “Did you seriously bring me here to watch some random pack fuck?”
“And if I did?”
I turned to him, I knew he could see his death in my eyes, but he didn’t flinch. “Then you can fuck right off.”
“Guess it’s a good thing that’s not what we’re here for.”
“Then why are we here?”
“Look again and tell me what you see.”
Annoyed, I brought the binoculars back to my eyes. Studying the scene again I could just make out their faces. “I can see the whole pack and none of them look familiar.”
He pulled me up so I was kneeling on the bench with my ass pressed against him, his hands moving up my body to cup my breasts. “You can’t see all of them then. If you could, you would know immediately why we’re here.”
“They are just cuddling on the bed.”
“Describe them to me. Left to right.”
His hand slid down my body, undoing the button of my jeans. “He’s a redhead, kinda douchey looking.”
“That’s Rich, beta, works at a fast-food place in Raleigh proper.”
“Next has dark hair, pale as a ghost.”
“Christian, he’s an alpha and a cop.” His fingers teased their way under the waistband of my jeans, pinching my clit over my panties with light pressure that made me forget everything but the alpha behind me. “Continue.”
“Next is a tiny man, blonde hair, touching all of them.”
His hand slid inside the delicate material, plunging two fingers inside me while circling the bundle of nerves with his thumb. “That’s their omega,” he arched those fingers stroking my g-spot until I was close to soaking his hand. “Caleb”
“There’s only one more…” I struggled to speak through the building orgasm. “He’s not the most attractive person in the room.”
“Baker. Alpha. Works for Omega Services.” He was holding me at the edge of orgasm as he spoke. “There’s only one person missing. If you can guess who it is, I’ll let you cum.”
I moved my hips trying to get some leverage to finish what he had started. His free hand moved down from my breast, spreading wide as he grasped my stomach. The pressure of him holding me back against him, keeping me from moving, was divine. I needed him more than ever right then, and it was all I could do not to lose my mind. “Please, Alpha.”
“Guess, and I’ll give you my knot.”
My growl made him laugh for a second before his vibrated in my ear. I nearly collapsed right there, the sound making my knees weak for just a moment. The only thing that kept me up was his firm grip on me. “Is this pack your choice for the next killings?”
“I haven’t smelled the omega.”
His hand froze where it was, fingers still filling me, but not moving. “Then why are we here?”
His voice was deep when he spoke into my ear. “This is Jeremy’s pack.”
I wanted to care more about that, but all I could think about was how close he was to me. The feeling of his fingers inside me. That infuriating feeling of his thumb pressing on my clit. “Please.”
“Use your words, love.”
“I need…”
“Tell me what you need.”
His fingers started to move slowly he was edging the life out of me. I had never been more wet for anyone in my life. “Your cock.”
He spun me around and looked down at me, his gaze filled with desire. “I love that filthy mouth of yours.” His lips caught mine, tongue siding across mine.
Our hands moved as one, his sliding out of me, hooking his thumbs into the waist band and pushing them down so they pooled on the floor. They moved to my hips, lifting me so he could kick them to the side. He moved me backward until he could set me on the bench again. I felt so exposed to the world, framed with the window as I was. Anyone could look up here and see what we were doing. The thought just turned me on even more.
His hands moved down to push his pants down. They pooled at his feet, and he tossed his shirt over his head as he stepped out of them. His cock was hard as a rock, curving up to rest against his stomach. He had the body of a god, and I was prepared to worship him with all I had. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to rest beside my pants. He was far enough away that I couldn’t stop what came out of my mouth. “Crawl to me.”
He fell to his knees, catching himself on all fours. Moving across the carpet with the grace of a predator, he stopped when he was within reaching distance. I came up to my knees on the seat as he stood. Grabbing my waist, his smile was devious as he picked me up, flipping me upside down. He had his face buried between my thighs before I could say a word. Tongue moving, he wrang the orgasm out of me until I was reaching for his cock. The cold metal of his piercings against my palm made my walls clench at the memory of what they could do. Taking hold of it with a firm grip, I lapped along the head.
The moan that he released only encouraged me to tease him more. I traced the outline of every piercing I could reach until his cock throbbed for me. I wrapped my lips around his tip and worked every inch I could reach into my throat. Swallowing around him resulted in him nibbling along my pussy until I was squirming for him. I screamed around him as the second orgasm took me. Flipping me around again, he sat me down on the bench.
He grasped my legs and pulled me down. My head came to rest on the bench as I looked up at him. I laughed, “Wanna see a trick?”
His eyes lit up, stepping back he released his hold enough that I could pull my legs up. When they were pressed against my chest I slid my arms between them, pulling outward until they settled on the bench below me. My ankles shifted inward as my head came up, allowing me to lock them behind my neck. “God damn, woman, you are going to be the death of me.”
He filled the space, his cock in his hand as he ran it through my lips. I writhed for him, the sensation making my slick drip down to the floor. Moans fell from my lips every time he dragged one of those piercings across the apex of my thighs. Pulling back, he tapped the head of his cock on my clit a few times. the wait was too much, making me gush for him. “I swear to God if you don’t give me your cock right now, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Tell me why I should give it to you, love.”
“Because if you don’t, I’ll call my brother and see if he can lend me one of his alphas. Perhaps they can get the job done.”
His growl was the sexiest thing I could have heard at that moment. Lining his cock up with my pussy, he pushed forward, filling me with one thrust. “I swear.” Thrust. “If you.” Thrust. “Ever.” Thrust. “Ask for.” Thrust. “An alpha that isn’t pack.” Thrust. “I will tear their heart out.” He slammed into me until my moan was more pain than pleasure.
“Knot me, Alpha, please,” I begged.
He pushed into me one last time, stretching me until I whimpered. The pain disappeared as quickly as it started as his knot filled me. His name was an unending prayer as I squirted around him. “That pussy belongs to my pack. I hope I’ve made myself clear.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s my good girl,” he purred for me.