Chapter Thirty-Nine – Darius
As I stare down at Mercedes and she stares up at me, I swear my heart stops. We could’ve lost her today. We could’ve been too late in finding her—and really, we stumbled upon her in that house on accident; we didn’t know for a fact she was there when we stormed it with Pax and his crew.
We could’ve lost her. We could’ve lost her to that asshole. The thought doesn’t sound right, and it makes the alpha in me irrationally angry, and the only one that can soothe that anger is the omega looking up at me with such adoration in her eyes it seems unreal to me that only two weeks ago we were at each other’s throats.
How quickly things change. How quickly things change and yet, ultimately, they stay the same. My scent match. My fated mate. I should’ve known fighting it would be a useless endeavor. Truly, I only deprived myself of her, and her of me, while I dismissed her presence in our pack.
What an idiot I was. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her.
I love her. I do. How can I not? I fell in love with her the first time I saw her, the first moment her fruity perfume entered my nostrils. That’s how it is with scent matches: instant, impossible to fight, the kind of thing books and movies are made of. I was a jerk for acting like I did.
Warren is finally able to withdraw his length from her, and he falls back, a languid grin on his face. His chest still rises and falls from the vigorous fucking he gave her, but nonetheless he manages to give me the floor, so to speak.
And by floor, I mean the area between her legs.
I release my hold on her chin, ready to crawl over her and impale her on my cock—it’s gotten quite hard by watching and waiting—but before I do, I lean down and meet her lips with mine. I push my tongue past her lips, tasting the remnants of salty cum in her mouth, but I don’t care. All I care about is this girl and being the alpha she needs me to be.
When I pull my mouth off hers, I ask quietly, “Are you ready to be fucked, omega?”
She whimpers out, “Yes, alpha.”
A rumble leaves my chest, and I crawl over her body, positioning myself between her spread legs. I don’t need to guide my length; it knows right where to go. I bear down on her and fill her up with one hard push of my hips against hers.
Even now, with her core full of slick and cum, she feels spectacular. I knot her almost instantly. I shudder and whisper, “Such a good omega, taking our knots and our cum. Did Warren and Nic help you feel better?”
All she can do is nod, feverish once again now that I’m knot-deep inside her.
“It’s my turn now, mate,” I say, holding my body above hers by setting my arms just over her head. “Are you ready for me?” The question doesn’t need to be asked; I’m already inside her, and her pussy is so full of slick and cum she’s oozing.
And it feels spectacular.
I take a hard, unyielding pace. Not quite as fast as Warren, but just as firm behind every thrust of my hips. Her core takes it all, and throughout the fucking, Mercedes stares up at me through half-lidded eyes, with parted lips, as she pants and mewls.
A rumble of a growl leaves my chest as I think: mine . This omega is mine.
And then, out of the corners of my eyes, I see Warren and Nic, and I correct myself: ours . This omega is ours. She might be my scent match, but she belongs to Warren and Nic just as much as she does to me. And, on the flip side, we belong to her as well.
“Look at you,” I whisper to her as I push deep inside her, “you’re taking me so well. Warren’s right, too: you feel fucking amazing, Mercedes. This pussy was made for us. Now and forever, you’re ours. Do you understand? There will never be anyone else for us. You are ours. You are an Alabaster.”
She only nods, and as I watch her, my canines ache with the primal urge to bite her, to tie us together and cement the scent match bond. Once bitten, we’ll be connected forever, and every alpha who sees her will know not to mess with her. Our scents will mix with hers and create something new, something that instantly reads off-limits to the world.
We maintain eye contact as I let the animal inside dictate my movements. I fuck her long and I fuck her hard. I take everything from her, make her come three times before I come close to finishing. My room, even with an ungodly amount of cleaning after this, will never be without her scent. Her potent slick will have seeped into the paint by then, and I’m more than okay with it.
She makes me lose control. That’s not something I can say about anyone else. It’s a power no one has ever held over me, and past me might’ve feared what that means, but the me of today is accepting. I may be the leader of this pack, the face of it when we deal with the outside world, but the true person at the top, the one above all of us, is Mercedes.
My eyes rake along her naked, flushed body, taking in the way her tits bounce while I push into her with a hard rhythm. I note how her lips remain parted, how those bouncing tits rise and fall every time she sucks in a ragged breath. Her pupils are dilated, her eyes blacker than they’ve ever been. Her hair is a mess around her head. Even with that unsightly scar on her hip, she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
I’m never going to let her go. I hope she’s ready for that.
I rocket forward, plunging into her as deep as my knot allows. The pressure in me is undeniable, and I see stars when I orgasm, filling her core with wave after wave of cum as the pleasure dominates me in every way possible.
When I’m done emptying my load into her, I curl an arm around her upper back and roll with her so we lay on our sides, facing each other, with my knot still nestled inside her core, both of us breathing hard. I watch as her eyelids flutter closed and sleep takes her. Soon enough she’s fast asleep in my arms, temporarily tuned out of the world and her heat.
Exhaustion is the only reprieve we get during heats, which is why I quietly instruct Warren and Nic to go shower, and bring back some food afterward. If she wakes and wants to eat, we’ll have a spread ready for her. And if not, well, the guys and I still need fuel to keep going.
While the guys do what they’re told, I lay there with Mercedes, watching her snooze with a warmth in my chest that I can only attribute to her. To her nearness, to her body against mine, to her soul intertwining with mine.
Whatever happens, whatever the future has in store for us, we’ll face it together. I will never let this woman go. Nic somehow found the missing piece of this pack. Never before have I felt so goddamned full or content.
My knot deflates, but I make no moves to pull away from her. With her potent scent in the air, my cock retains its hardness, so I keep it nestled in her core while I wait for the guys to return.
Truly, this is the life.
By the time they come back, she’s stirring, and we manage to get her to eat some cheese and crackers. The best thing she could’ve eaten before a heat was anything loaded with carbs, but since this one came out of the blue, we’re limited. Maybe once night falls, I’ll have Nic go make some pasta for us all.
We’ll need all the energy we can get. We’re only through round one.
Soon enough, we’re deep into round two. Once her fever returns, it’s time to get to work again. This time, we try different positions. I fuck her pussy from behind while Nic and Warren take turns sticking their dicks into her mouth. We find a good rhythm and stick to it.
Then she wants a turn on top, so she rides Nic until they both come. During the process, she gets a nice spray of cum on her tits thanks to Warren, but based on the delirious grin on her face, she’s loving it. And it seems Nic doesn’t mind being a bottom, either.
Once night falls, Nic goes to make us pasta for a late dinner, and Warren and I take her into the shower to clean her off. Needless to say, she ends up sandwiched between us. We’re a mess of greedy hands, needy cocks, and one hungry pussy.
The days pass in a haze. Time blurs together. I do my best to make sure everyone stays fed and relatively clean. By the time the haze clears up, we lay in a mess of limbs on the floor in my bedroom. Nic and I lay around Mercedes, while Warren lays behind Nic, fast asleep, when our omega begins to stir, finally in her right mind.
She groans and sits up, brings a hand to her head. She blinks, and once her eyes adjust to the dim light in the room—there’s only a single lamp lit on my nightstand—she asks, “What day is it?”
“Thursday night,” I say, sitting up with her. Nic does the same. Warren only yawns and rolls over. “How are you feeling?”
She groans, then runs a hand through her hair. “Tired. And hungry.”
Nic nods. “It’s because you didn’t stock up on food before your heat.”
“How did you—” She glances between me, Nic, and Warren, finally rousing the latter to sit up with us. “—last I knew, Jay had me in a basement. How did you find me?”
She doesn’t remember. Her mind was too foggy from the heat, which I assumed would be the case. Still, I don’t take pleasure in telling her, “Jay and his crew were behind the cyber-attack on our company. They figured it’d get us out of the house, and they’d come for you. We found you when we stormed their house.”
“Mercedes,” Nic whispers, reaching for her hand, and she lets him take it. “You weren’t due for your heat just yet. What happened?”
She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut. “It’s… fuzzy, but I think he injected me with something, something that made my heat start immediately.”
“Hormones to kickstart your heat,” I mutter with a hard frown. No one needs to ask her why Jay would’ve done such a thing—we all know what his ultimate goal was: to bite her again, this time on the neck, and bond them together forever.
To think, we were this close to losing her. I don’t know what I would’ve done if we reached her too late, besides tear that asshole apart limb from fucking limb.
Mercedes swallows hard. “Is he…” She can’t force herself to finish the question.
“If you’re asking about Jay, no he’s not dead. We took him and his crew alive. Pax probably got everything he wanted out of him by now, but he’s keeping him for us.” Quieter, I add, “I thought maybe, once we get you checked out by a doctor, you might want to talk to him one last time, but it’s up to you, of course. If you don’t want to see him, you don’t have to.”
She seems to think about this, while Warren yawns again and stretches. He scoots around Nic so he can rest his cheek on her shoulder, and as he nuzzles into her, still half-asleep, he whispers, “We’ll be with you the entire time. If you want to make the asshole bleed, well, we’ll hand you whatever knife you want, Red.”
Closing her eyes, she rests her head against his. After a moment of silence, she says, “Thank you.” Her eyes open, and she glances at me and then at Nic, lifting her head off Warren’s. “Thank you all. I… I don’t know what I would’ve done if…” She bites her bottom lip as she reaches up to her neck.
We all know what she’s feeling for: mate marks. The still-raw wounds that would be there if we claimed her during her heat. She shouldn’t have to feel her skin to know we didn’t bite her—she’d feel us deep down, inside her soul, a new string connecting us in ways only magic can describe.
Nic sets a hand on her knee. “We told you we wouldn’t, and we didn’t. We can wait however long you need us to, until you’re ready.”
“Assuming you don’t want to hightail it out of here anymore, that is,” Warren deadpans.
When both Nic and Warren glance to me, it takes me a moment to say, “What’ll it be, Mercedes? Are you going to stay with us, and be our omega forever, or do you still want to leave this city behind?”
The way she looks between us, I can’t tell what’s on her mind. Of course, the mere thought of my scent match leaving me puts me on high alert; scent matches don’t leave each other. It’s not done. If, by some miracle, you find your scent match, you have to do everything in your power to keep them in your life.
And then she closes her eyes as a single tear rolls down her face, causing the guys and I to exchange worried glances. “I don’t deserve any of you,” she whispers, slow to open her amber eyes and focus on me.
Warren grabs her, pulls her onto his lap, and says, “Sure you do. We’ll take good care of you, Red.” And then, Warren being Warren, he licks the tear straight off her cheek and makes her giggle and squirm in the process.
Once her giggling subsides, she relaxes against Warren’s chest. “I’m staying right here, with my pack.”
I’m not the only alpha in the room who purrs out an appreciative, smug, happy sound.
Mercedes isn’t quite finished yet, though, because she says something else after that, something that settles so far deep in my soul I’ll never be the same again: “I love you.”
Nic gives her a warm smile as he replies, “I love you, too.”
“That’s no fair,” Warren states. “I wanted to say it first.” To the omega on his lap, he whispers, “I love you so much, Red.”
All eyes in the room turn upon me, waiting for me to say it. Mercedes and I lock eyes, and being her scent match, I know she already feels it, deep down. We’re already connected. As much as I tried to fight it, as badly as I wanted to resist, in the end, resisting was futile, and now that I’m not busy trying to pull away, I can recognize the fact that I fell in love with her the moment I first saw her.
“And I love you, mate,” I tell her with a smirk, causing her cheeks to blush harder. “Now, I think we should take this to the shower. I’ll clean all this up later.”
So we take our mate into the bathroom and spend a while getting clean. Of course, we make good use of the hot water before we call it a night.
This is only the beginning of our new life with Mercedes.
To think, I never knew things could feel so damn right.