Twenty-Six #3
Normally I might feel threatened, having other women in my home while my men are so exposed, because this is only for me; but today?
Today I kind of feel like a proud collector showing off my valuables.
They’re quite literally covered in me, head to toe, covered in each other, and despite the dried cum flaking off my throat, I lead the three women to the kitchen where I help myself to a glass of sweet tea from the fridge and a cheese stick for a post-orgy snack, then lean against a counter to watch them work.
I know they’re just doing their jobs and that they have good intentions, and we have nothing to hide, so I just let them pull things open and write their notes, hoping they hurry so I can go back to what I was doing.
I lead them to my nest next, which hasn’t been fully cleared after my heat, and I don’t even have to do more than crack the door open for them to check off a few boxes and scurry backwards down the hallway, aiming for the front door.
“And your bites?” the main speaker asks once we have better lighting.
I pull my shirt to the side, smiling at Jos when he appears with a damp cloth to wipe parts of my neck clean, while leaving most of the blood on it because he knows how much I like having it there.
“I’m going to make my report to the clinic, but don’t be surprised if someone else shows up again in a few weeks.
Your case was pretty severe,” and she narrows her eyes at me as if it was somehow my fault that I was abused my entire life.
“We’re required to keep a close eye on any omegas we feel warrant being tracked.
We know your type have a delicate constitution, so it’s very important you comply with any and all future inquiries on your behalf. ”
“Delicate? You should have seen her an hour ago,” Monet smirks, clearing his throat and immediately making himself scarce when he realizes the joke fell flat for the caseworkers.
“I understand, thank you for checking in on me. Truly, I’m well cared for here and I have no concerns at this time.”
“Wonderful. Thank you for your time!” The one that was blushing profusely earlier grabs the others by their arms and yanks them back down the steps and into their car, whispering under their breath while sending side glances our way.
The door closes behind them and I lose it, laughing so hard at how absurd we all look, and at that point we decide to just hop in the massive shower they’ve got with practically a shower head per person, open bay style, and I’m soaped up, thrown over shoulders, spanked, and shampooed within an inch of my life before being wrapped in a plush robe and fed a massive slice of chocolate cake that turns into a casual lunch eaten on the kitchen floor.
Work will come back to everyone’s schedules tomorrow, and we still have some things to figure out and improve on, but as I watch Moon flick a piece of frosting at Anderson, and then Calloway throw an ice cube at Moon in retaliation, the whole thing eventually turns into a full-on food fight and then I’m being kissed roughly and before I know it, I’m rolling around in whipped cream and being fucked again.
When I was little, I dreamt of pack life, of alphas to smile at me and treasure me, but I never realized how incredibly fulfilling it could be to find your scent matches and let the little, silly things take over your days.
I didn’t think I’d ever get to a point where I was comfortable around these alphas, where I could tolerate or even want their touches because of their history with my sister, but we’ve got the rest of our lives to make up for what she tried to take from us, to overcome the victims she made us into.
We’re going to fight back every day, to try our best to get Winslow to roll over in her grave from how happy we are together.
There’s still going to be shadows lingering in the background, and some days will likely be harder than others, but as long as we can laugh at each other for having strawberry jam matted into our hair or ice water splashed in our face, then we can smile when it’s time to help each other clean up and replace the groceries, and appreciate the times we take to make a proper meal and sit together at the massive table in the dining room.
And maybe, down the line, we’ll decide we’re just reckless enough to consider a child or two, and we’ll make sure they know that our pack doesn’t take shit from people.
That we’re stronger when we stand together, and to never give up on something you want, because you never know when something isn’t what it seems at first.
Also, that omegas aren’t actually delicate at all. We’re pretty fucking resilient, and given enough sunshine and water, we do a hell of a lot more than just exist as something to decorate a home with.
I’m stronger every day, and I’ll always have scars from my past on my body, but I know what I deserve, and these alphas are always going to strive to give that to me. They’re also going to strive to give me their massive schlongs every damn time I need something less mundane to sit on.
The End.