11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
T hrowing my bag in the trunk, I grimace as another cramp hits me. They’re coming on faster than ever before.
Noah and Corey.
Climbing into the car, I inhale deeply, their scents strongly coating the space.
Yeah. I’m almost positive they’re to blame. Both their scents—rich latte and roasted marshmallows—have my omega on her knees.
The way their jaws hit the floor when I asked them to join me in their empty nest was almost comical. I know what their concerns are. It’s super early in our fledgling relationship, and my psycho stalker is on the loose, evading the police and probably trying to find me. But my omega wants them with me.
The trunk slams shut, and Noah circles the car, climbing into the front driver’s seat as Corey joins me in the back. Carefully, he grabs the seatbelt and buckles me in, before doing his own and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I could have buckled it myself, and it’s such a small gesture, but it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It’s nice to have alphas wanting to care for me, and not just take what they can.
His proximity has my skin prickling and an ache slowly building between my thighs. I want both alphas equally. Noah is clearly the pack leader, strong and in charge, aggressively possessive and concerned for the safety of others. Corey is the caregiver, gentle though firm, the calming presence.
The perfect combination .
Noah pulls away from the curb as Corey drops his other hand to my bare knee, tracing slow circles on my inner thigh. My breath hitches, his touch scorching against the sensitive skin. This robe is the only thing I can tolerate against my flesh, and just barely. Soon enough, it’ll be too much.
“I’ve placed an order at Cho’s,” Corey says. “Let’s swing by to pick it up, then do a few laps around town before heading home. Just in case.”
“Roger,” Noah says.
Corey pulls me tighter against him, the circle inching higher up my thighs as he plants a kiss on my forehead.
“Now, Pumpkin, we’ll get you home, and get you fed and then you can check out your nest. Based on how strong your scent is, I don’t think it’ll be long before your heat kicks in full force,” he says.
“You need to be comfortable every step of the way, Saylor,” Noah chimes in from behind the wheel, indicating as he takes a left into the town centre. “And that means knowing what you like, what you don’t, and what your limits are.”
“We don’t have the time to discover those things naturally. So as awkward as this conversation is, we need to have it,” Corey finishes .
A little snort escapes me at the serious tone they’ve taken on.
“This isn’t my first rodeo, guys. I’m an omega. Heats come with the designation.” Corey’s fingers dip under the hem of my robe and tension coils in my core, causing slick to pool in my panties and my stomach to cramp.
Noah lets out a strangled groan from the front as Corey nips my ear, and I try really hard to focus, ignore the pain, and stop the whine that’s creeping its way up my throat. If he keeps touching me like this, we might not even make it.
“Like I said, I’m open to most things. No part of my body is off limits, every hole’s a goal. When I’m in heat, my omega is in charge, and I like to obey. Take control, and when the brat comes out, make me submit. Don’t be afraid to be rough. Choke me, spank me, fill me. I packed my toys.” I pause for a moment, inhaling deeply as both alpha’s scents increase, the car becoming a hothouse full of our combined scent. Sweat beads on my brow as their arousal hits me, my own increasing in intensity, causing me to wiggle against the seat, seeking some friction. “My only limit is being tied up. Hard no. Restrain me with your hands, but nothing else.”
“Noted. We won’t tie you up, I swear it,” Corey purrs, and I melt into a puddle of goo.
What are these alphas doing to me ?
“If you want to stave off my heat long enough for me to eat, you’ll need to move your hand back to my knee,” I grumble softly, whining when he barks a laugh and does what I ask. In truth, I want his fingers to drift higher, trace along my core, and plunge inside of me.
The rest of the drive is reasonably quiet. A quick stop to grab the food and then a few random circuits of town in case Luke is following. Noah pulls straight into the drive, the garage door opening remotely and closing behind us.
“This way,” Corey says, grabbing my hand and leading me through a door connecting the garage with the kitchen. “Noah will bring your stuff in, I want to show you your nest, and then get you settled with some food, painkillers, and a good movie.”
It doesn’t escape my notice that he says your nest . Whilst I want to be here, and truly do feel safe with both these alphas, my instincts haven’t always been good to me. What if I’m making another mistake? Luke was supposed to be safe. Harmless. And the fucker kept me locked in a basement for three weeks, waiting for me to go into heat.
An icy chill runs down my spine at the memory. He had intended to force bond me, make me his. I can’t imagine what it would have been like if he’d succeeded. The way I know I’d have pined for him forever makes me sick to my stomach.
“Saylor, honey, come back to me.”
Corey’s low, steady voice breaks through the assault of memories of those weeks and I blink, focusing on him. On the lines of his face, his bright green eyes, and curly blonde hair. He’s kneeling before me, looking up at me with my hands grasped in his.
My entire body trembles, my breaths coming in short, shallow gasps, going nowhere.
Strong arms come under my legs and upper back, lifting me and carrying me to what I can only assume is their lounge room. Placing me gently on the soft, brown leather sofa, Corey kneels behind me again, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Breathe with me, Pumpkin,” he barks softly, the command ringing through the air. My omega responds without a thought, following his instructions instantly. “In for five. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Good. Now, out for five. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Again”
We repeat the pattern until the world stops spinning and I feel in control again.
“Better?” Corey asks as my eyes meet his, the green in them shining brightly, the features of his face etched with concern.
Nodding, I say, “Yes. Sorry, I freaked out. It’s Luke. Knowing he’s so close by, it makes everything feel fresh and for a moment I worried whether coming here is the safest choice.”
“No need to apologise,” Corey says, rising from his knees and seating himself beside me on the couch. Sounds of dishes clinking together float to us from another room. Must be Noah dishing up the food they’d ordered. “I could smell the fear, the helplessness in your scent.”
“Do you have any siblings?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“No, I’m an only child. Mom disappeared when I was two. My dads were devastated. They never knew whether she was taken or left on her own, and they’ve never stopped looking for her, or even attempted to move on.”
Corey nods, his face grim as he continues, not the least bit surprised.
“Almost everyone has a similar story. Given you’re an omega, I assume your mother was as well?” he asks, and I nod. “My mother is an omega, too, and I have three older sisters, all omegas. Each of them has had experiences with alphas who feel entitled to them. Who think they’re lesser, meant only for claiming and breeding. Macey has a story similar to your own, from what I know of it. She’s suffered from anxiety and panic attacks since, and her assailant is still locked up .
“My sisters are the reason I advocate for omega rights. Why Noah and I run an omega safe haven, and why I’ll forever work in a role that allows me to offer some protection to young omegas.
“I can’t begin to imagine how you feel right now, knowing Luke is here in Linnara. But I can promise you’re safe with us. Even if you weren’t clearly our scent match, you’d be safe. We protect and help anyone who needs it. You are in charge here, Pumpkin. We’ll be honoured to be a part of your heat, but if you change your mind, we’ll still stand guard outside the door. If there’s anything more you need to feel safe, you let us know.”
Tears track down my cheeks at his words, at the honesty and vulnerability there, and I swipe at them with the back of my hand. Words escape me, the lump in my throat thick, so I nod, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to Corey’s plump lips. He inhales sharply, his toasted marshmallow scent sweetening the surrounding air. My body reacts by sending a gush of slick straight into my panties. I won’t be surprised if there’s a wet patch beneath me.
Noah appears in the doorway as the kiss between Corey and I breaks, and I smile at him sheepishly. He’s removed his sweatshirt, and my eyes track the muscular lines and bulges of his arms as he carries in the boxes of food and plates .
“Eat, Pumpkin,” he demands, and I lick my lips, wondering if he’ll taste as rich and decadent as he smells. My eyes fall to his crotch and the way his sweats fall over the swell of his cock. This alpha is clearly packing, and I perfume in anticipation of the delicious stretch he’s bound to give me.
Noah tracks my line of sight, and a warning growl rumbles from his chest as he says, “I mean the food, Saylor. For now.”
He winks and if my panties weren’t already ruined, they would have been with the smouldering look he sends my way. Grabbing a plate, I let him load it up and begin eating. Even with everything going on with Luke, I am excited to spend my heat with these two and explore our physical connection.