Chapter 11 #2
“You are a fucking fool,” Dominic mutters, smacking me over the back of the head with my shoulder pads, “She was asleep, you neanderthal! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
His voice is a whispered yell, but I still look around the room, making sure no one is around.
Not liking the chances of someone not being able to hear this conversation that my pack mate clearly insists on having, I grab his hand, dragging us out into the hall.
At least this way, we will be able to see and hear if anyone is coming.
Turning to Dominic, I fold my arms over my chest. My eyes narrow as I level him with a glare. “How the fuck do you know where I was and what I did?”
He mimics my posture, rivaling me far better than I want. I can see the moment some of his bravado drops, though. Where he realizes it's not just me who has been caught doing something we hadn’t cleared with each other.
Still, he doesn’t back down.
“What I have or haven’t done isn’t relevant right now, Sasha. You snuck into her house and forced her to give you head while she was asleep! What the fuck, man?!”
I roll my eyes, hardly concerned with my actions like Dominic seems to be.
“You were there when the three of us agreed to break her, Dom, or has that changed?”
Not once in the many years since we formed our pack have I ever been given reason to question Dominic or his loyalty to me. He has always been steadfast.
When I told him I wanted to kill my father for what he did to me, what his actions caused my mother to do, he and Holden were all too happy to comply.
When I asked him to enact revenge on Patrick Gilmore for the damage he caused my father, he agreed without an ounce of hesitation. When I asked him to turn that need for vengeance towards Lennon, he agreed then, too.
But now, I can see something has changed in him. That while he has broken into her house, delivered the dead cardinal, and clearly set up cameras to watch her whenever he pleases, not that he thought to tell the fucking class, there is an air of hesitation. I can see it in his eyes.
But, he still shakes his head. “No, Sasha. You know that I will follow you in this plan. I just…” he sighs, his form slumping to lean against the wall.
“A part of me can’t help but question if your need for retribution is misplaced. Lennon might be her father’s daughter, but she wasn’t the one who saw your own father injured.”
I snort, feeling a sting of disbelief as I look at Dominic with a clearer outlook. Out of my mates, I hadn’t thought it would be him who would bend. I had been waiting for Holden to come to me with these exact questions.
Guess the little Omega slut has her hooks into us further than I thought.
“You and I both know my reasons for needing to enact my revenge, Dominic. You have seen the scars. The nightmares that fucking plague me. You have seen every single ugly bit of me, yet you question me like it isn’t my right to seek justice for what that cunt did?!”
“Sash…” Dominic begins, holding his hands up, already prepared to surrender.
“Yet, one little whiff of something that could be yours, and you are ready to turn your back on me. Just like that? For a fucking no one? For someone that you have only known for a short time?”
I know I am being irrational now. That I have gone too far, but I can’t stop. The pain is too raw. Too all consuming. It makes me feel like I can’t breathe. Like if I don’t let all of my feelings out, they will burn me from the inside out.
“Fuck you, Domin—” I continue, but a mouth against mine silences me. The kiss isn’t sweet. Isn’t gentle. It's primal. Aggressive. Hungry. Desperate.
I grip my Alpha tight, bringing his hard body into mine as the need to unleash the turmoil dragging up my trauma becomes unbearable.
The only way I know I will be able to calm down is to fuck.
Breaking the kiss, Dominic grabs me by the wrist, crossing the hallway into his empty workshop.
The door closes behind us, the lock flicking.
Dominic's hard body presses me against the door, his hands fumbling at my button as his need for me grows. I try to fight him. To turn myself around so it is me fucking him, not the other way around. But he doesn’t relent.
With expert finesse, his hands rip down my pants, exposing my ass to the cool room.
I feel his grip is cock, his spit landing on the tip before he pushes into me, not giving me a second to adjust. It is fucking painful.
The lack of lube or any kind of prior preparation threatens to tear me apart, but it is exactly what I need right now, even if I don’t want to admit it.
I need the pain to remind me that I am alive. That I am not just my trauma.
“That’s it, take my fucking cock.” Dominic grunts as he begins to thrust into me, his starting pace brutal.
I slam my fist down on the wall as the pain begins to turn into pleasure.
I curse under my breath, trying to find something to grip onto.
Dom chuckles, noticing my struggle. Noticing the way my body still continues to fight, even though we both know he has the upper hand right now.
“Fight me all you want, Alpha, but you know I will win.”
“Fuck you, Dominic,” I growl between gritted teeth. It sounds pitiful, though, and not convincing whatsoever.
“You just need a tight little body in front of you, don’t you? A tight little Omega body. One that will feel so good in your hands. One that will take that knot of yours so perfectly.”
I groan, knowing exactly who he’s talking about.
Lennon. Everything comes back to her.
“You know she would feel so fucking good. So wet and warm. The scent of her sweet slick dripping down her thighs as you took everything out on her.”
I groan again, the edges of my vision narrowing to a point. I had thought I had pushed past my need for a taste of her today, but it's clear my little break and enter did nothing but make my need for her double.
“You can lie to yourself all you want, Sasha, but we both know you want her just as much as I do. You may be thirsty in your need for revenge, for someone to pay for the sins committed to your flesh, but you are just as much of a hot blooded Alpha as I am. You need that Omega. We need that Omega.”
Even through the pleasure, I am still able to make sense of Dominic's words. He is right. I do need her. I need to fuck her. To make her mine. I hate it, but my every instinct yearns to feel her warmth. It’s my head that won’t let the fact that she’s my scent match change what I plan to do.
To make her pay. To have her understand just how much of a villain this father she has sitting up on a pedestal is.
So, what is stopping me from having both?
I can have the Omega on the end of my knot, she's bonded to me for life, all the while she breaks for me. Over and over and over again.
Because it would taste so sweet knowing I have full ownership of the man who ruined my life's daughter. Patrick would be rolling over in his grave knowing all of the despicable things I plan on doing to her.
I don’t know if any other kind of vengeance would ever taste that sweet.
As I fall over the edge, the door in front of me catches my release, and I begin to adjust the plan I had for my little birdy.
Not only will I destroy her, but I am also going to make her mine in the process.
Mine to fuck, ruin, keep… Mine to mourn.
For as long as I fucking want to.
I won’t just kill her and be done with it as I had originally planned to do. No.
Death is too fucking kind.
The life that I give her will have her begging for me to put her out of her misery.
But I never will, and that will be her punishment.
To carry ghosts around like shackles, and to spend years wondering what things would be like if she had done something different.
Wondering what it would be like if she never accepted her inheritance, and just stayed the fuck away from me, and lived her pathetic, packless life in her little office on the other side of the continent.
She will yearn to be happy. To be cared for.
To be something more than just a warm hole to fuck.
But happiness is fleeting.
And so are little birds.
And I will do it all with a fucking smile on my face.