20. Phoenix
Phoenix
The most secure part of the compound is the basement, where we have rooms for omegas to nest. The basement doesn’t exist on floor plans, and it’s sealed off during a raid. Without the special code, there is no way to get the elevator to even drop down to this floor.
No one is getting down here to where our contraband, Honey, is hiding.
They’ll be able to search the rest of the entire compound and won’t find us.
It’s also radio frequency blocked, so even our cellphones can’t be detected.
Which means we get shit service. Someone will have to come down and let us know the raid is over.
Aside from the hidden feature being integral to smuggling omegas to families that deserve them, the little omega nest setups are a little too clean, but they’re comfortable enough for an omega to live in while we find them a new place.
I haven’t spent a lot of time down here in the windowless, secret basement, but without all the lights on, it could make a pretty sweet cave for alphas.
But since that’s not what we’re here for, the lights are on, and Zephyr helped Honey adjust them.
She giggled through trying different wave lengths, not realizing or having been taught, or oblivious to the fact, that omegas are all unique.
They benefit from matching their natural glow frequency to the lights surrounding them.
There’s an all-spectrum setting that is the most generic and helpful to omegas, but nothing beats aligning them with their own frequency.
If Fox had run a spectrum test, we’d know exactly what lighting to use, but with trial and error, Zephyr helped her figure it out.
What he figured out puts little, sexy, sweet, and innocent Honey right smack dab in the middle of our ideal spectrums. The ones that our shadows are best at shielding.
In the middle of the spectrum means she’s a close-to-perfect match.
A close-to-perfect match makes her a great candidate to be our mate.
“I’m pretty sure she’s glowing.” I nudge Zephyr with my shoulder. We’re sitting on the bed together while Honey occupies the lone armchair of this omega nest. “See.”
“She’s not glowing.” Zephyr argues, looking up from his phone to take in her appearance before he rolls his eyes at me. “You’re hallucinating because you’re in rut, and you’re seeing what you want to see.”
Maybe he’s right. But she’s so damn pretty. I blink again, looking at her. I could have sworn she was brighter than she was just a few minutes ago. I lean forward and try to scent her, but she’s wearing one of Zephyr’s hoodies, so all I smell is his familiar scent.
Honey is watching the television with rapt attention. The animated film we put on is apparently one she remembers from before, when she was living with whoever it was that treated her so poorly.
Whoever they are, the House of Apostles is something that Lazarus knows well.
I wonder if he’s so against her because they’re both monotheists and subscribe to the same religion.
Seems weird to be that way. Wouldn’t you want someone who shares the same belief as you?
But I’ve learned, since he’s made a weird little family with us, Lazarus is anything but usual.
I blink with long, slow movements, hoping that each time I open my eyes, Honey will be less tempting. While I’m still not convinced she isn’t glowing, I do know that she’s not any less sexy.
I push off the bed and cross the small space with a step and a half.
When I crouch down in front of her, the tightening fabric across my overly sensitive dick surprisingly helps with the pain.
Zephyr remains on the bed, but he tracks my movements.
I can feel his shadow tangling with mine, trying to drag me back.
Honey turns those brilliant brown eyes to me and, with a hesitant smile, says, “Hello.”
“Hello.” I greet her back, feeling the awkwardness of it. “I’ve a question for you, and I’m really hoping you don’t say no.”
Honey’s apprehension grows as she stiffens in the chair.
She remains silent, and I take that as permission to keep talking. “Zephyr and I are in rut, and it’s really painful. We promise to treat you so good and make sure you have so many orgasms as long as we can take the edge off.”
“Phoenix,” Zephyr growls. “Fox said no.”
I ignore him, trying to plead with my eyes to get into Honey’s good graces.
“I don’t know,” Honey whispers as she swings her gaze between us, looking for answers.
It’s not a no. The little dark part of my brain sides with the throbbing of my cock. She didn’t say no.
It’s wrong to push her, but Honey is so innocent and needs things spelled out or explicitly offered.
The people she escaped from clearly didn’t care for her, not like we have and will.
I reach for her, sliding my hands up between the fabric of the sweatpants and sweatshirt she’s wearing until I find her soft skin on her side just above her hips.
I pull down hard, nearly jerking the sweatpants from around her ass, past her thick thighs, and down her calves. I’m not nearly as good at getting them off from around her ankles and feet, but I manage.
Honey squeezes her legs together, but when she pulls them up in the chair, I get a great view of her ass.
My dick throbs, my knot is half inflated, and I’m remembering why alphas say they’d rather die than rut alone. It’s so much worse this time than before.
She doesn’t fight me, though, when I grip her knees and pull them apart.
Nor when I put them on either side of my body, blocking her from closing her legs.
I’m back to kneeling before Honey’s pussy, and it’s in the near-perfect position for me to slip my cock into her.
I lay a trail of kisses down her leg as I work at the tie of my own sweats.
My fingers won’t cooperate, and I fumble with the tie for a minute, all the while kissing closer to her center.
It’s my shadow that manages to get the knot undone.
“Phoenix.” Honey’s voice is raspy. “What are you doing?”
“Making us both feel good.” I feel my words slurring more than I hear them.
With my sweats undone, hanging around my knees, I’m able to slide my hands behind her and pull her ass forward, dragging her in the chair until she’s even closer to me. Pussy on full display.
My shadow supports her legs, keeping her comfortable.
Sure, the scent of her slick is mixed with a little bit of fear, but Honey doesn’t have experience with sex . . . at least, I don’t think so. Monotheists are big on the chastity-and-celibacy type thing after all. Probably not experienced, fear is normal. I’ll make her feel better about it.
I’m panting, warm flames of desire licking up my back as I line my dick up with her pussy.
I press the tip in just a little bit, watching the way her body swallows mine.
The sight almost brings me to release alone.
Her warm, wet heat instantly cools the fire burning within me.
The carnal need to take her eases with the promise of relief.
“Oh,” Honey gasps.
I push in a little deeper, and she whimpers slightly.
I look up to her face and see she’s watching me take her too. Her eyes are locked on where our bodies are connected. Worry wrinkles her brow, and she draws a ragged breath.
“It feels good. I promise. It’ll feel good.” My words are less slurred this time, and I rock my hips forward, my cock sinking farther into her pussy.
A gush of slick warms my knot. See, she likes it.
The sounds of bedding ruffling catch my attention, but I don’t pull my eyes from Honey. Zephyr coming closer, probably. He can have her next. Just as soon as I get some sweet relief from this rut.
Rolling my hips backward, I pull out before thrusting in again. Honey cries out and pushes against my chest. But I keep going, taking her a little harder, a little faster, and a little deeper. Her fingers then curl into my shirt, pulling me closer.
I’m almost all the way inside her when I hear the softest mewl of a word. I can’t be sure, but maybe she said ‘ow’ or another sound of pain.
Shit, make her feel good. I chastise myself, bringing my thumb to her clit and circling with light pressure just how she liked it when she was in heat.
I can’t see anything beyond where we’re joined together. So it’s jarring when I hear Zephyr’s voice close to me. “You’re doing so good for him, sweetness. Can you open your mouth for me?”
My balls throb at the thought of Honey taking us both. My knot starts to inflate further, and I push all the way into her. When I’m seated inside, Honey gasps, and I look up to her beautiful face. With her mouth opened from the gasp, Zephyr groans as his dick finds its way past her lips.
That undoes me. I grit my teeth as I come, my seed pulsing into Honey. My knot locks us together, and I can finally draw a full breath. My body doesn’t feel like it’ll spontaneously combust anymore. Sweet relief.
I roll my head back, closing my eyes and taking a minute to appreciate the way her pussy clenches around my cock, naturally milking every last ounce of cum from me.
When I open my eyes and bring my face back to see her, it’s a different sort of arousing. Zephyr’s dick is in Honey’s mouth, her body turned so that she can take him in deep. Tears are pooled at the corner of her closed eyes as she struggles to take him, but she tries.
I promised to make her feel good. I bring my fingers back to her clit, focusing on drawing small circles around the nub, and her body tightens with the sensation, but not her whole body .
. . her jaw loosens, and she draws a breath of air as Zephyr pulls back from deep in her throat.
He lets her breathe before pushing into her again.
“That’s it, Honey.” He praises her, petting her hair. “You look so pretty taking us both like this. You’re such a good girl.”
Honey’s throat flexes as she swallows around his dick, and slick intermixes with my cum as it tries to escape past my knot. Her pussy squeezes me, trying to milk me dry again. My shoulders sag, and I roll my face skyward with the pleasure.
“You’re so wet right now. The perfect omega,” I purr.
Something I said is wrong though. Her body tightens but not as if she’s going to come. Honey fights a little, pushing on the chair arms like she’s trying to escape.
My shadow instantly goes to restrain and comfort her, wrapping around her to keep her safe.
“Shhh.” Zephyr strokes her hair with one hand, his fist nearly strangling his knot. He purrs for her. “Good girl, taking it so well. Almost done, sweetness. I’m so close. You’re making me feel so good. You’re perfect.”
Honey relaxes, taking him more easily again. And I get the perfect front-row seat to her swallowing every last drop of his cum. Zephyr’s low groan almost echoes in the tiny room around us as he finishes. He’s squeezing his knot hard, trying to get as close to a release as I did in Honey’s pussy.
My knot is deflating steadily and reluctantly. I pull away from her, and our combined fluids trail out of her pussy.
But I haven’t fulfilled my promise. I haven’t made her feel good yet.
My tongue finds home against her slit, and I lap, cleaning her in one stroke and making her wetter with the next.
Honey’s fingers fist into my hair, and I don’t know if she’s trying to pull me closer or push me away, but I keep eating her sweet cunt until her hips buck into my face.
Honey comes hard, her pussy shoved against my face as I send her over the edge. She screams while I suck her clit, and as she relaxes, those screams turn to moans and finally those moans to contented, happy purring.
Zephyr is right though; as I pull away, she’s in post-orgasm bliss, but no real light emits from her skin. I try not to take it personally and remember that Fox gave her a shot to stop her from glowing . . . but it doesn’t make me want it less.
I want this omega to be mine.
I want to share her with Zephyr and Lazarus.
I want to be a pack, and I’ll figure out a way to make it happen.