2. Harrison
Harrison
“You can suck my dick.” I shrug, crossing my arms over my chest as I glare at my pack lead. I love River. He’s been one of my best friends since I was sixteen, but I would rather let a piranha eat my asshole than go out on a date with that fucking harpy of an omega, Jessica.
“Harrison—”
“ Be reasonable …” I mock, rolling my eyes as I cut off his words. Watching as he pushes the messy black hair out of his face. “Nah, suck my dick,” I snort when River sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Harrison, there are only three of us in this pack. Your presence will be notably missed if you skip this dinner. You need this more than we do. Your ruts are getting?—”
“I would rather get fucked by a rhino’s horn than let that demoness within sixty miles of my cock,” I snap, taking three steps away from my packmate, but my irritated glare cracks with amusement when I hear Westley chuckling from the hall.
“I don’t know why everyone says I’m the dramatic one when you say shit like that,” Wes smirks as he walks around the wall, coming into view.
His blond hair falls into his gray eyes as he laughs at me.
Pretty fucker. “Can’t imagine a rhino fucking you would be better than Jessica, but to each their own. ”
“And fuck you for agreeing to this!” I jab a finger at Wes, who shrugs.
“You tried to fuck a pool float during your last rut, Harrison. I know you like the flamingo, but I didn’t think you fancied it like that…” The fucker smirks, leaning against the wall at River’s back. Ganging up on me as usual.
The older we get without an omega to share our ruts with, the harder it is to control the feral need that takes over. Doesn’t mean they have to point that shit out.
“You can both suck my fucking cock.” I flip them the double bird while making a break for the door. They can eat my ass. I’m not going on a date with Jessica unless I’m fucking lobotomized.
Which, honestly, is the only way anyone could suffer through a conversation with that evil monster.
I can’t believe River is willing to give her a second chance! The first and only time we dated her was back in college, and she fucked another alpha in our fucking dorm room. In what world would we ever take her back?
Omegas are fussy. They need commitment and relationships.
I’m not being a hater. It’s just their instincts driving them to bond.
It's rare that one is willing to let three alphas rut her outside a commitment of some kind.
Not unheard of, obviously, just harder to find.
Which makes it more difficult for my pack and me to convince one to let us fuck her until we find our scent match.
Scent matches are also on the rare side. Not super uncommon to the point of being unlikely, but infrequent enough that most settle for a decently compatible scent long before they ever come across a match.
I am not willing to compromise again. If she isn’t a scent match, I’m keeping my cock to myself, thank you very fucking much.
River can eat a bag of dicks for all I care. Let him rut his way through every willing hole. Good for him, but I’ll wait. I don’t care how shitty my ruts are to go through. I'm not fucking settling for anything less than what I want.
It’s not as if the flamingo was offended, so I don’t get why my packmates are so bothered. So what if I hump a few inflatables along the way? If it means I get my girl one day, I’ll suffer.
I’d suffer through anything for the right omega. Our omega.