Chapter 15 Wilder
Chapter fifteen
Wilder
I rest my forehead on the cool tile of the shower wall, clenching my fists at my side.
I’m fighting to keep my Alpha down. It was hard enough to walk away from her while she slept, but now that she’s in the bathroom with me, and we’re alone, my Alpha wants to chase after her and claim her.
Put my mark on her neck so she can never leave.
I run my tongue over my canines and take a few calming breaths.
I’ve taken enough rut blockers today to put down a pack of wolves, and I can’t take anymore.
It’s why I left the nest when I did. I have a lot of control, but having our scent-matched Omega in the nest we built in hopes of finding her one day, smelling like pack and the best strawberry dessert I could imagine, I had to get out so I didn’t lose myself and claim her.
It’s the one request she had of us, and I’m not going to let her or my pack down.
I step under the spray and turn the water near-scalding.
The burning water is painful, but it’s what I need.
A reminder that my body is my vessel and I’m the one in control of it.
I don’t have to fall into my baser urges.
Iris is here, she willingly came to our home, to our nest. Her nest. She’s not going to suddenly disappear—at least not yet.
Not until her heat is over and we have to have some real conversations about the future.
Hopefully she’ll stay and ask us to be her pack.
She is pack.
I grit my jaw, ignoring my Alpha. I know she is pack.
But that’s not what I’m worried about. It’s been only twenty-four hours since we’ve met.
I haven’t even been able to tell her my favorite color yet.
But hopefully I can rectify it soon along with everything I’ve done wrong, including acting like an Alpha-hole.
Not to mention, I think I’m the one who threw her into heat.
My near rut and the way I manhandled her most likely set her off, or helped the process.
There’s also the fact she mentioned she’s touch starved. Even though she couldn’t scent us, nor could we at the beginning, our Alpha’s and Beta recognized her and her Omega recognized us. She needed to be taken care of, and her Omega took over and did it in the best way she knew how.
I turn off the water, my skin red from the heat of the water. I grab a towel and dry off before wrapping it around my waist. Iris didn’t leave the wash closet yet, and while part of me wants to leave her in peace, my Alpha stops me.
She needs you.
Anxiety builds in my chest, and I step closer to the door she’s behind. She’s been in there for a while and in my mind all I can picture is her in another wave of heat, suffering on the floor, begging for me.
“Iris?” I call out.
There’s no answer, which does nothing but put the fear of the gods in me. I place my hand on the handle and use my other to knock.
“Iris?” I yell louder. “Are you alright?”
I press my ear to the door after another second and that’s when I hear it, a sniffle and the low keen of an Omega whine.
“Omega, can you open the door?” I don’t lace it with a bark, even if my Alpha wants to. I don’t know what’s upsetting her and I don’t want to make it worse. There’s a pause after my question, followed by what sounds like a hiccup.
“Iris,” I coax. “I’m going to open the door so I can help you.”
I wait a few seconds for her to protest, but when the only answer is another hiccup followed by a sob, my heart breaks and I turn the handle. The sight that greets me is one I both expected to find but hate that I did.
Iris is seated on the floor in front of the toilet, legs hugged to her chest as she cries. I slowly walk in, trying to be as non-threatening as possible. Which is hard to do when you look like me, but I manage it by holding my Alpha back and relaxing my muscles.
“Little Omega,” I say quietly. “What’s wrong?”
My question only makes her cry harder, and I’ll admit I’m out of my element here. I fix problems every day on set and in our business, but Mateo and Augie—even Jett—are much better at handling emotions. But I’m here now, and my Alpha wants me to help our Omega.
I want to help her.
My nostrils flare to scent her, see if she’s in a heat wave again. But while it smells of her in here, it’s not sweet and syrupy like before, instead it’s sour. Her distress has changed her scent.
“I’m fine,” she whimpers. “You can go.”
“I can’t do that, Iris. I need to know what’s wrong.”
She pries her face from her knees and glares at me with her watery eyes and tear-stained cheeks. The anger in it surprises me.
“You don’t want me, so you can go.”
I cock my head, brow knitting in confusion. “That’s not true.”
Fat tears trail down her cheeks and I cautiously take a step forward.
Her lip quivers and her nose scrunches. Several emotions I can’t read without a bond in place flash through her grey eyes before she blinks, swallowing hard.
When she opens her eyes they’re clearer, and a pink flush rises in her cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”
“Because it’s how you feel.”
She shakes her head. “My Omega, she’s—she’s unhinged.”
I smile despite the situation. “I can relate to that. My Alpha is the same.”
Iris wipes at her cheeks and smiles back at me, the sight healing a bit of my cracked heart. There isn’t space for me to join her on the floor so I squat instead, the towel around my waist hardly covering me. “Can you tell me why your Omega feels that way?”
Iris fights to keep her eyes on my face and I’d smile wider if this wasn’t a serious conversation.
“It’s ridiculous. I swear, it’s just all the hormones.”
I slowly reach out, and when Iris doesn’t stop me I gently place my hand on her shoulder, the contact immediately calming my Alpha. Her muscles relax too and her sour scent begins to sweeten again.
“Nothing you will say to me will be ridiculous. I would love to know so I can make it better.”
“Promise you won’t laugh?”
“I would never,” I say honestly.
She nibbles her lower lip before she finally responds.
“I think since you were gone from the nest when I woke up, then you were in the shower and you didn’t invite me in, it felt like you didn’t want me.
Then I came in here and my Omega decided that maybe you were trying to wash our scent away and I lost it. ”
Fuck. I really screwed up, but I’m going to do what I said and make it better.
“Omega.” The tone of my voice is firm. “Don’t for a second think I don’t want you. That I don’t want your scent covering every inch of me.”
“Then why?” she asks before she can stop herself.
“Because.” I wipe away the remaining tears from her cheeks. “I showered so I could get myself together.”
“You seem together to me. You haven’t even knotted me.”
Her honesty, the mention of knotting—my cock goes painfully hard, and my desire to take her is stronger, if that’s even possible.
“My pack needed you.”
“And you don’t?”
Our eyes remain connected, and it’s taking everything in me not to pin her to the ground and fuck her in front of the goddamn toilet to show her how wrong that statement is. But she deserves better than that.
I cup her cheek. “I need you more than I need air, Iris Walker.”
“Then show me. Show my Omega.”
I don’t hesitate in my next movements. I stand and pull her up with me, yanking her so her naked body is flush with mine, only the towel separating my hard cock from her warm heat.
She lets out a yelp and perfume explodes around us like an invisible bomb, removing all traces of the sourness that was there before.
A groan builds in my throat and I lean down, pulling her up by the biceps at the same time so she can meet my lips. She opens for me readily, my tongue dominating hers in a rough kiss.
Our first kiss was heated and quick; this one is slow and passionate, yet no less dominant. I control the movement, the timing, and I don’t let her up for air. Stealing every taste and breath she’ll give me as I enjoy the different notes of her. Sweet, earthy, and all mine.
Iris whimpers against my lips, grinding her hips over the bulge under my towel. Needing her closer, I glide my hands down her soft skin that’s heating under my touch and grip her ass. I hoist her up and she throws her arms around my neck, wrapping her legs around my waist and holding me tight.
We both moan at the closer contact, and slick drenches my towel, seeping through to my throbbing cock.
I back up and into the larger part of the bathroom, our tongues continuing to dance together as Iris grinds on me, her heavy tits flatting against my chest that rumbles with a loud purr I can’t control.
Fuck, she tastes good. Feels good. But not only is her body getting hotter, her scent is so strong now I know her heat is building up again and she needs more.
“Iris,” I pull away. She tries to take my lips back in hers but I don’t let her. “Omega, wait.”
She whines and it physically hurts me. I press her ass back against the shower door so she’s propped up, the glass rattling.
“I’m not rejecting you, but I need to tell you something.”
Her eyes meet mine, silver-grey gone again.
“Chocolate brown,” I say.
She cocks her head in confusion but doesn’t speak.
I reach up and play with a lock of her dark hair. “That's my favorite color.”
Her eyes light up before she leans forward.
I think she’s going to kiss me but she rests her head in the crook of my neck and hugs me.
Her legs squeeze impossibly hard around my waist, fingernails gripping into the tops of my shoulders where her hands now rest. I squeeze her back, a bit of my heart both breaking and healing.
I hate that she’s touch starved, but my Alpha is preening that he’s providing her comfort.
That she’s happy with me and needs me in this way and her anger is gone.
I kiss her neck and hold her tightly. The moment seems to last for hours, yet only a minute passes before she squirms in my arms. She takes in a long breath, then licks up my neck right over my scent gland.
My pheromones go wild, the smell of mint twirling with her strawberry sweetness.
She licks me again and tries to hike herself up my body like she’s climbing a tree.
With all the movement my towel was hanging on by a thread, and that does it in.
It falls to the ground, her hot slit connecting with my shaft.
I grunt at the contact, the edges of my vision turning black. Oh fuck.
Mine. My Omega.
Iris gasps and wiggles, seeking me out. “Alpha,” she pleads against my neck. “Alpha, please.”
She sucks on my scent gland, and I know the moment my Alpha finally gets more control over me, the last of my strength holding me back from a rut falling away like the towel had moments ago.
My fingers grip her round ass cheeks, hard enough I know they’ll leave marks. But my Omega doesn’t seem to care. She sucks deeply on my scent gland, enough that I know she’ll leave a bruise.
My cock kicks up and there’s a voice in the back of my head screaming at me to let her go—to get her to my pack so I don’t lose it—but I can’t. It’s too late.
The Omega pulls back like she knows, her own eyes black with lust and the high of her estrous.
“Alpha.” Her voice is strangely calm. “I trust you.”
I purr loudly, a slow smile pulling at my lips.
She knew I needed to hear that. Further proving what my Alpha’s been saying all along.
This beautiful and talented Omega is meant to be part of Pack Quinn, and even without a bite, I’m going to show her that she belongs to me—to us.
She’ll never question if I want her again.
I slowly lower her down my body until her feet are planted on the ground. Her brow furrows for a moment but I don’t give her time to think. I brush my lips over hers then up her cheek bone until I’m whispering in her ear.
“What’s your safe word?”
Her breath catches and I smell the fresh wave of slick leak from her cunt and drip on to my cock, the heat of it near scorching.
“Red.”
“Hmm.” I nibble at her earlobe, tasting the salty skin on my tongue. “Good Omega. Use it if you need it.”
She perfumes, a moan slipping from her lips and I pull back, swatting her ass. She yelps but doesn’t move, confused as to what I’m asking. My vision darkens and a low growl builds in my chest.
“Run, little Omega.”
She blinks and I lean down once more to give my command in her ear. “Run, baby. Or I’ll knot you right here on this cold bathroom floor. Wouldn’t want to hurt those pretty knees, now would we?”
I spank her ass again—harder this time—and she takes off, my Alpha watching her juicy ass jiggle as we prepare to hunt.