Chapter Sixty
Halley
Knox kisses me like a man starved.
Like a Prime Alpha.
He dominates me, licking deeply into my mouth and fucking me with his tongue. It’s wet and rough, all teeth and desperation. Tension and hunger spill from between us, and I’m a gasping mess under his lips.
His hands burrow into my hair and he directs my head exactly how he wants me. I don’t fight the welling need to submit.
‘So perfect.’ Shade’s voice echoes in my mind, and I shudder. I love hearing his approval.
The rest of the team melts into our personal space, their possessive and commanding hands stroking across my body. Over my back, shoulders, arms, hair, hips. It’s exhilarating, knowing three additional pairs of hands are touching me as Knox kisses me blind.
I pant and relax into the caress.
‘Our Omega,’ Viper growls, and I whimper.
This feels so right. So damn right. Like my soul finally finding a shred of peace after years of aching loneliness. It’s as if my inner Omega is taking the first lungful of fresh air after being locked away in a stuffy dungeon.
Is this what I’ve been missing out on all these years alone?
Is this what having an Alpha feels like?
Knox nips at my lips and I moan, a breathy, high-pitched yearning sound. I buck my hips and shudder as my belly makes contact with a hard bulge.
Knox is hard.
I did that.
I have unraveled the strict and stern Prime Alpha. I’m positively throbbing between my thighs. It’s not something that can be satisfied with my fingers or even Shade’s exceptionally talented tongue. It’s a deep ache for a knot.
‘Knot me.’
Knox growls against my mouth, sliding his hands down to my ass, lifting me easily into his arms. My legs quiver as I wrap my legs around his waist and my core settles over his hard cock.
‘Yes. Alpha.’ I throw my head back at the sensation.
‘Good girl,’ I hear Shade croon in my mind.
The sound of his voice is growing louder.
Warmth presses into me from all sides. They pull my damp hair to the side, and a hot mouth licks at my pulse point, just above my leather collar.
‘You’re being such a good Omega for your Prime Alpha. For your Pack.’
My… Pack?
Teeth nip my earlobe and Blaze presses me harder into Knox. My sensitive nipples tingle maddeningly as they press against the hard planes of his chest.
Blaze nips at my throat, his teeth catching on my skin, and a wet heat leaks from between my thighs.
‘Tastes so good,’ his husky voice whispers through the haze.
They groan as the scent of my slick mixes with my perfume.
‘Soak his cock, pretty girl,’ Viper thinks as his fingers trail over the top of my breasts, caressing the damp skin exposed by the slipping blanket.
I gasp, overwhelmed. There are so many hands, and mouths, and teeth. My body is sparking and spiraling out of control. My inner Omega screams at me to tilt my head and offer my neck. I want their teeth in my neck, biting down on my gland and making me theirs forever.
I freeze.
It’s like I’ve jumped off the top of the waterfall and landed in the frigid water below all over again, because this isn’t right. None of this is right. Someone like me doesn’t get a mating bite. I’m not an Omega they can claim and make the center of their Pack.
I’m broken and flawed.
‘Defective.’ The word echoes in my mind.
They shouldn’t touch me.
If they bond with me, they’ll be trapped, and I can’t do that to them. They deserve better.
“Stop.”
My voice cracks through the muted clearing, bouncing off the rock cliff and trees. A bird startles and flaps its wings in alarm. It’s raspy with breathlessness, but the power rippling behind the words is undeniable. It’s an Omega Command.
I don’t even mean to do it; the feelings were so strong it ripped the command from me.
They release me immediately. Knox lets go of me and throws his hands up like he’s surrendering.
I didn’t expect such a visceral reaction to my Command, and I stumble on the uneven, rocky ground, steadying myself on my shaking legs.
I’m such an idiot. Why did I let things escalate to this level?
“Princess?” Knox’s voice permeates the fog of sensations, and my eyes open blearily.
The sound of our collective held breaths is deafening.
“Are you alright?”
I nod and wrap my arms around my breasts, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to Command you. It slipped out.”
“Did we do something wrong?” he continues. There are lines of tension pulling at his lips.
The lips which felt so right against mine.
I shake my head, ignoring the way my scent still hangs around us like a cloak. The intense aroma of our mutual arousal makes my head spin.
I let myself get carried away, and for a moment my stupid heart believed these males were my Pack.
Packs don’t exist and if they did, I would be the last Omega destined to be with one.
I need to remind myself that I’m just another mission to them. An order from General Stone, and when they’ve completed their mission, they’ll leave me with nothing but a broken heart.
“I thought that you were okay with this. That you wanted to touch us as much as we want to touch you.” Knox can’t keep the frustration out of his voice, and I wither a little inside.
I did.
‘I do.’
I hear my voice inside my head, reverberating as if I’d spoken it aloud. They can hear me and I can hear them, yet another freakish power I’ve inflicted upon them. I need to stop dragging them into my mess.
I’m at war with what I want and what I can have. I want these males to be mine. I want to be their Omega, but the reality is… I can’t. I’ve proven that I’m dangerous with unpredictable, strange powers, and that’s on top of my existing defects.
The tightrope I’ve been walking on is too thin. A precarious balancing act between logic and need. If I indulge in my need, my entire world could come tumbling down.
My Omega recognizes that I’m overstimulated, and before I know it, I’m drifting into the soothing lull of O-space.
I shiver despite the heat still surging through my veins, and Viper steers me to sit beside the fire, but he doesn’t touch me. He can’t, not after I Commanded him not to, and I mourn the comfort of his warm touch.
Watching with detachment, the squad orbits around me as they set up camp and watch me carefully. They move with coordinated, collective efficiency.
Shade sets a pot of water to boil, casting concerned glances my way as I watch the bubbles rise.
They really are a Pack.
Eventually, Shade hands me a steaming mug of tea. I’m careful not to touch his skin as I take it from him, feeling like a junkie looking for her next hit of their skin against mine.
“We messed up?” Blaze asks Shade behind me. There’s confusion in his voice, like a lost boy reprimanded, and he doesn’t understand why.
I push through the haze and clear my throat. “No, it’s fine. I just…”
‘It’s me. I’m the problem,’ I unknowingly project.
“You don’t smell fine, Halley,” Viper grunts as he sits beside me. He looks like a kicked puppy, and my rut-damned heart hurts.
‘I did this.’ By indulging in their touch, like a weak idiot.
By indulging in my Omega instincts, I’d waved a red flag in front of their faces, and they’ve gone from zero to join-our-Pack in a flash.
Of course they did. Alphas can’t just fool around with an Omega, it’s not in their biology to be casual.
“It’s not you, it’s… I can’t give you what you need.”
They look crestfallen.
My words taste a lot like lies, but if I tell them why this won’t work, I’ll reveal too much. More than I should. More than I can bring myself to admit.
I can’t find the strength to speak the words, to tell them the real reason I live in the confines of The Omega Division. The true reason I didn’t get matched with an Alpha when I presented.
They’ll look at me differently. I know they will.
‘Defective.’ The word swims round and round in my head.