25. Chloe
CHAPTER 25
CHLOE
I’m not gonna lie. This Brutus situation had me more than a little concerned.
Here I was, monitoring red flags for my brother, and then walking willy nilly into what could potentially be a date with a giant red flag hidden amongst my own scent matches.
Why hadn’t the twins mentioned anything about Brutus before? Why was he this big giant secret? Was this a normal thing? If someone in the pack ended up being a little bit weird, was it a common practice for other members of the pack to sort of lock him away in dark rooms and in chains, and pretend like everything was fine?
Neither of the twins acted like it was weird at all that Brutus hadn’t reached out to me himself, and that he was using Kain as a middle man. They both acted like it was also fine that Brutus expected me to come to their pack home on my own. It wasn’t like it was far from the Institute, and it wasn’t like I didn’t have the app for ridesharing… it was just the principle of the thing.
I mean, I was all about feminism. I have rights. I have the right for the alpha I’m dating to pick me up himself and not have to figure out transportation on my own. It’s really simple, basic stuff.
Was he hideous? Was that why Sabien and Kain hadn’t ever shown me a picture of him? How would a hideous alpha end up in a pack with the twins? Sabien and Kain were beautiful men. They were stupidly pretty, golden perfection. How could they possibly end up with someone that looked like the human equivalent of a blobfish?
Whatever, I wasn’t shallow. I cared about more than what an alpha looked like. There were other things that mattered. Maybe Sabien and Kain got with Brutus because he was rich.
What was I going to do if Brutus was awful?
What if he had the personality of a stale graham cracker? What if he was rude to waiters and watched podcasts of bald incels who wanted to show off their weird orange Bugattis and how much they hated women?
Would my budding love for Kain and Sabien be enough to survive Brutus?
I had to stop spiraling. Maybe I should take Nyle’s advice and think positively, or whatever he’d said. Besides, I hadn’t even met the alpha. There was no point in panicking. Yet.
I stood in front of my scent matches’ pack house as if I didn’t know how to operate a simple doorbell. Come on, it isn’t even like I’d never been here before. I could do this.
I rang the doorbell and braced myself. I would not make a face if Brutus turned up and had a weird birthmark, or six fingers or something. For Sabien and Kain’s sake, I was going to be open-minded about this.
No one opened the door. Instead, a harsh buzzer sounded and then the door clicked open. A low voice from an intercom, partially hidden behind the mail slot stated, “Come to the room at the top of the stairs.”
…Brutus wasn’t even going to welcome me in?
What was up with this guy?
The front door opened up to the now familiar view of their sleek, modern living room—not quite the gross stereotypical bachelor pad. No, their room held an enormous television. Though their sofa was black leather, it looked buttery soft. Beneath the pedestal coffee table was a rug that was a pristine white—the kind I’d never seen growing up because it would last approximately four minutes in my house before getting ketchup or yogurt stains. It was the kind of room that looked like it was selected by someone who knew something about interior design.
Come to think of it, this wasn’t the type of living space I’d expected from the twins at all. Sabien would be more than happy to lounge on extra large bean bags and call it a day. Kain let himself get too stressed out with his responsibilities to have the mental energy to pick out beautiful furniture.
Was Brutus responsible for all this?
I walked up the grand staircase to the first room and swallowed nervously, before bracing myself. I mean, it was just a guy. Alphas were a dime a dozen, and nothing to get worked up about. Why should I let myself get freaked out by some man who probably couldn’t even manage to put his laundry in the basket? Even if he was so damn mysterious.
Something told me that Brutus wasn’t the type to leave his socks lying everywhere. No. There was something more to him.
As I stood there contemplating theoretical laundry, the door wrenched open.
I craned my head up to take him in—this alpha towered over me, and my jaw dropped.
Fuck he was fucking sexy.
Dark. Tall. Perfection.
Brutus had a raw sexual energy like nothing I’d ever seen before. He was magnetizing, drawing me in. He was a bear of a man. The diesel version. Broad chested, and big everywhere. Thick biceps. Brutus wore his shirt unbuttoned, revealing chest hair sprinkled across firm pectoral muscles.
What does that feel like? Is it coarse? Or silky smooth?
All I wanted was to run my hands all the way down his chest.
There was something rugged and wild in him, like I was staring at a beast in a man’s body. It was as if someone had taken the power of a tsunami or a hurricane, and crammed it into a human package named Brutus.
I could feel the weight of Brutus’ attention on me. He looked up and down my body. Slowly, dragging his eyes across every inch of me, along my thighs, brushing across my chest, staring into my eyes. His expression was so heated and intimate he might as well have ripped my clothing off with his gaze.
He smirked as if he liked what he saw.
Boy, that little curve of his lip heated me up inside. Something in my lower belly clenched in anticipation.
Brutus had definitely noticed the way I was looking at his body. That I was still looking at his body.
He approached me with slow measured steps, his eyes on mine the entire time. As he came closer, his subtle scent wafted close. Sweet and floral. Light, but mouth watering, and drawing me in. He smelled like a banana.
Of course, his scent would be something shaped like a phallus—this alpha reeked of big dick energy.
“Baby, if you want to feel me, you don’t need to ask.” He grabbed one of my hands in his much larger grasp and pulled it against his chest. His very hard, very broad chest.
There wasn’t an inch of give or softness to be found. The planes of his chest were nothing but a firm expanse of sculpted muscle.
I stroked along the fine hairs across his chest, and they were baby soft and springy against my fingertips. I rested my palm flat against his warm chest, not wanting to move away.
Brutus used one finger to tip up my chin, so I was staring straight into the heat of his dark eyes.
“Do you want to kiss me?” His voice was a purr.
My lips parted open, and my brain went blank, making an unhelpful brrrRrrRRRRRRrrhhhhhhhh noise, like stupid static.
Uh. Yes.
Brutus’ lips were plush for a man’s and inviting me in.
Definitely yes.
But I couldn’t figure out how to turn my thoughts back on in order to articulate myself. All I could manage was a small nod—but that was enough. Brutus laced his fingers in the hair at the back of my neck and pulled me in, leaning down until his luscious lips met mine.
God, his kiss lit me on fire.
His mouth was commanding, demanding entry. Demanding that I submit to him—something that I was all too happy to do.
Brutus wasted no time deepening the kiss. It was pure passion—as if I’d jammed my tongue into an electric socket and slathered myself in warm honey all at the same time. The way that his tongue danced against mine, brushing against me, claiming me with such exquisite friction.
He was going to make me lose my mind. Already my thoughts were spiraling out of control.
Brutus was addictive, I’d barely had a taste and already I was drunk on him. All I knew was that I needed him closer. He’d slid his arm around my waist and into my hair, and I needed him to hold me tighter. To hold me and never let me go.
Brutus grabbed me, rough. Pulling me against him. Squeezing into the soft flesh of my waist, his fingers bit into my skin like he couldn’t get enough.
I was lost in his kiss. His lips were fierce against mine and I was blissfully turning into melted butter, as I leaned into that sizzling hot body. My thoughts were swirling, out of control. Whirling and wild. The room was spinning though I was stone-cold sober, as his kisses made me feel like I was untethered to my body and floating off somewhere into the ceiling, all the while I was falling hard into the pools of his dark eyes.
Each movement against my lips, each harsh scrape of his tongue, exploring the depths of my mouth, tasting me deep. Each touch made me want to lose control. All I wanted was him closer. So much closer.
Brutus held me tight against his body, and I could feel him, hard against my stomach.
Yes . I was his for the taking.
I could feel hunger in the way that he held me, in the way that his hands bit into me and clutched me against him so tightly. Every touch was a demand, and there was something about Brutus that made me want to give in to every one of his desires. It made me want to submit to him.
His fingers skimmed just underneath the hem of my blouse, tugging the fabric up, baring my stomach to his gaze. His fingers brushed against the slight curve of my belly, up along my ribcage, until soft touches skimmed against the lower curve of my bra.
His touches were making me lose my mind—I wanted more of him. I had to feel more of him.
Reaching back, I unfastened my bra, pulling it and my blouse up and over my head. Tossing it down to the floor. I stood before him half naked, forcing myself not to fidget under the force of his full and unwavering attention.
Brutus palmed my breast, cupping the tender flesh, running his fingers along my nipple. Teasing the peaks until they stiffened under his caresses.
“Are you ready to be my good girl?” Brutus slid his hands down my body to rest on the waist of my pants, by the button of my jeans.
His words were a drug—I think I was ready and willing to do anything that he told me. Anything to get closer to the promise of more.
Every inch of this man’s body screamed sex. The fluid way that he moved made it clear that fucking him would be phenomenal. I didn’t want to wait to test it out.
I took a steadying breath before flicking the button open and sliding the jeans all the way down. Brutus followed every movement, watching each inch of skin I revealed to him.
“Get on the bed and spread those legs wide.”
I could feel it the moment that feminism started to drain away from my body. Did I think that I should submit to a man and debase myself … No.
But did I want to be Brutus’ good girl? Oh, fuck yes.
I bit my lip, as I felt slick dripping down my legs. He’d barely touched me, and I was so ready for him.
Brutus’ bed was king sized, with black sheets, so smooth they looked like they were ironed. Taking a deep breath for courage, I turned and got on the bed, crawling to the center. I lay down, feeling the silky sheets against me. Slowly, I relaxed, letting my thighs fall open. Warmth pooled in my lower belly as Brutus stared at my pussy, not taking his eyes off me once as he moved toward me.
Then finally, he was putting the weight of his hard body on mine. Brutus reached between my legs. His index finger found my clit and started massaging me with the perfect circular rhythm to make me lose control. But just as I was on the cusp of coming, his fingers drifted lower, toward my other hole.
Without making the conscious decision to do so, I squeaked and pulled away from him.
“What’s the matter, Love? You don’t want all of your holes stuffed? Don’t want your alphas to own every inch of your body?” His dark eyes were trained on my face, watching my face for every change in my expression.
“I’ve n-never…” I tried to take in a deep breath, but it just came out as a shudder.
“That’s alright, Love. I’ll ease you into everything. We don’t have to play back there today.”
Then Brutus’ palm was on my clit, grinding down.
My back arched off the bed as I gripped the sheets, desperate to hold on to something. I whimpered, helpless against the onslaught of pleasure.
Brutus slid a finger against my entrance.
“That’s it, you’re fucking drenched for me.”
As Brutus praised me, even more slick dripped down my thighs. I’d never been wetter in all my life.
Brutus moved off my body, just long enough to undo his belt and tug off his pants, freeing his cock.
My lips parted at the sight of it. While Brutus might not be as girthy as the twins, his cock was longer by far.
I’m in serious danger of getting dicked to death by all these massive cocks—which honestly is not the worst way to go.
Brutus slid his cock against my entrance painting my clit, as if his dick were a paintbrush. Back and forth, he teased me with just the tip. Giving me just a taste of the pleasure to come.
He rocked against me without giving me what I needed, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please,” I whimpered, sliding my legs open further so that he knew exactly what I needed.
Brutus repositioned himself until I could feel him prodding me. With one thrust, he dove inside of me. Taking me deep. His hips were flush against mine, grinding against my clit.
He pulled out slowly, letting me feel every inch, drawing almost all the way out before fucking into me again. Over and over again, in a delicious rhythm.
The pressure, the warmth of his skin, the friction of his cock against my walls—it was all so good .
I wrapped my legs around his hips, pressing closer. Desperate to have more of him. My pussy clenched and more slick gushed down my thighs.
“Soak my cock, little omega. That’s my good girl.”
Brutus grabbed me, right by the neck, forcing me to look into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide with lust as he stared at me with a hunger I could feel all the way down to my bones.
“You take me so well. This pussy was made for me. Made to take all of me.” He slammed his cock into me, brutally hard, fucking into me deeper.
I groaned.
The bliss took over until it felt like I was melting into pure pleasure. I didn’t want to be a hard-working student on top of all her academics, I didn’t want to be strong and at the top of my game. I didn’t care about my rigid academic expectations. The only rigid thing that mattered anymore, was already moving inside of me.
I just wanted Brutus to fuck me until I couldn’t think anymore. Just feel.
Brutus rested his big hand around my throat, squeezing gently. He leaned into my ear to whisper. “I want to control the air you breathe. I want you to know that every breath you take belongs to me.”
That is incredibly toxic and I should not get off on that.
My clit was throbbing in response to his words. Because she was nothing but a stupid fucking cunt.
I gasped, forcing myself to pull in steady wisps of air, around the bulk of Brutus’ bear-like hand. The light pressure around my neck made everything more intense.
I was nothing but feeling, and the sensations, and that hard slide of massive cock. The only thing I wanted to be was Brutus’ good little omega.
Without warning, I came. Violently. Bursts of sharp pleasure erupted out of my core, rocketing down my spine like lightning. White hot pleasure coursed through each limb, shuddering through the length of my entire body.
In the aftershocks, I was nothing but a melted puddle where an omega used to be. I felt loose and unwound. If I wasn’t careful I was going to melt straight into the bed.
Brutus had rocked into me in circular motions when I was coming, helping to draw out my orgasm. Now he picked up the pace until he was slamming into me. His rhythm was brutal. His balls slapped against my ass again and again. Diving into me so hard that his thrusts were shifting me up the bed. The whole time, he had his hand against my throat—not exerting any pressure, just holding me there, possessively.
Brutus grunted and thrust into me sharply. His knot thickened and swelled, locking his cock inside me.
Grinding against me, Brutus’ cock pulsed. Throbbing deep within me. Warmth flooded my lower belly as he filled me up.
Wrapping his arms around me carefully, Brutus flipped us, laying me down carefully against his chest. He ran his warm hands in soothing patterns down my back.
Walking into this room, I was a bundle of anxiety. If I hadn’t been so distracted by worrying about Brutus, I would be worried about my essay due in three days, or my online math test next week. Now, I felt oddly removed from all of those worries. Like, obviously they were still there. I was still going to finish my studies—I wasn’t unhinged. But all of my focus shifted just enough that the weight of the worries wasn’t pressing quite so heavily on me anymore.
I’d been a bundle of nerves—until Brutus fucked every single bit of tension and apprehension right out of my mind.
Maybe being an omega and getting a good dicking might even be better than working at a small desk job?
Woah now.
No need to get crazy.
Brutus’ fucking was dangerous. He’d only dicked me once and I was halfway ready to toss my dreams in the trash and throw myself into his arms, without him even asking for it.
But honestly, if any dick was worth throwing away months of strenuous academic endeavor, piles of essays and readings—it was Brutus’.