Chapter 9 Rory
Rory
We walk all day, and I watch her. I know I should look away, but I caught that scent of her when I saved her from falling.
Truthfully, I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind.
The suppressant patches mask it, but now I’ve smelled it, I keep searching for it.
I know what this is. I’m knot struck. They say that the scent of your scent match obliterates all thought.
I miscalculated badly.
I’ve never looked at another person the way I’m looking at her. The way her hair curls around her neck, damp with sweat, the toned and firm curve of her calf muscle, the long and capable fingers with their short, practical nails.
Every damn thing about her is drawing me in, and I can’t look away from this train wreck. I want to press my lips to that spot just behind her ear, track my tongue down her neck, and find all the spots that make her whine and soak those ugly khaki shorts in slick.
I’m fantasizing about rutting against those hideous shorts every second I’m on this path behind her, staring at the luscious curves of her perfect ass, torturing myself.
This is out of hand. I need an intervention.
I need her, in the worst way. Or at least a couple of minutes in the bushes with Vale’s mouth.
I groan, just thinking about it has me getting hard again. Bonnie turns, and I dive off the trail.
“Going to hit the head,” I mutter in frustration.
She calls out something, but I ignore her. Once I’m sure I’m far enough away, I spin and pace, raking my fingers through my hair and trying like hell to find some of the control I knew I had before I sniffed the blasted omega’s neck.
“You all right?”
I whirl to Vale. “Get on your knees.”
His eyebrows pop up. “No.”
I approach him and grab his red hair, yanking him down with one hand, while I fish out my throbbing cock with the other. “Get on your knees for me please, Alpha.”
He growls, but when I thrust my hard cock into his mouth, the sound is muffled.
“What’s going-oh. Right. Are we stopping for one of those breaks?” Kota scoffs.
“Shut. Up,” I hiss and thrust into Vale’s mouth, harder and faster, ignoring him gagging and choking on my cock.
“Are you trying to kill him?” Kota asks.
I grip his hair and pull his face to my groin. “You should have let me stay home. I got a whiff of her scent, Vale. She’s so fucking pretty, I want to fuck her pussy until she screams, drown in her slick as she rides my face. Peanut. Butter. Cookies,” I grind out each word with a thrust.
“Oh, hell,” Kota whispers.
“You know how much I love them. I have no restraint, no control. I want her so bad, but I can’t have her, so you’re going to take my cock and take all of me until I’m no longer at risk of rutting against her leg like a dog.”
“Whoa, I hate to interrupt, but let's not knot his mouth, okay,” Kota says in amusement.
I blink, startled to see Vale almost impaled on my knot.
“Fuck!”
I pull back just in time, but rope after rope of cum shoots onto his face, more than I’ve ever sprayed before. I feel no regrets, just deep satisfaction. She’ll be able to smell what I’ve done to him.
Vale stands up and glares at me. “You’re a dick, Rory.”
I shrug. “I’m not hard, though.”
He growls and grabs his water bottle and washes his face off.
There’s a small meep of sound. We all freeze. I turn and find her staring at us with huge eyes. Her gaze flicks down to where my damn cock, which was satisfied, starts to fill with blood and rise to say hello.
My cock is a hunting cat, and she’s just woken it up. I groan and reach down, fisting it and giving a long, leisurely stroke.
She steps back. Clears her throat. Turns away, turns back.
“Hurry up.”
Flustered. Beautifully flustered. That pink on her cheeks…does it go everywhere?
I groan and grab my cock by the base harder, tighter, stroking it faster. Her eyes follow my movements, and then she tears her gaze away.
“Want to get on your knees?”
She whips around, furious, about to open her mouth and rip into me, as she should, but Kota saves the day and drops to his knees in front of me.
“You really are a dick,” he whispers up at me. “I know that wasn’t for me.”
“I know,” I moan and thrust my cock into his throat.
I close my eyes and groan, putting on a show for her. Three more seconds pass before I hear her stomp away, and I’m annoyed at how disappointed I am. We rejected her. We don’t want her.
So, why is the thought of turning her tanned skin red such a damn turn on?
Dakota is cleaning up when Cyn appears.
“Bonnie says we need to go so hurry up. Stop slobbering on Rory’s cock and let's go climb mountains.”
“I don’t want to,” I whine.
“Well, go the fuck home, then,” Cyn snaps. “I’m sick of your moody attitude. It’s beautiful out here, and we have a mission to do.”
I glower at him, but he’s right. The minute we arrived here, and I saw her, my whole attitude took a dive.
Cyn stays with me, lecturing me like a mother hen. When we get back up to the trail, Bonnie is colder than ice, and I really don’t blame her.
Still, one fierce glare from her, and my cock rises to the challenge.
“What is wrong with you?” Cyn hisses.
I grit my teeth and ignore it. “Its not like I can control it, it’s just happening.”
“Well, fucking hell, think of Nanna Mildred in her lace garter.”
I shudder, but no sooner do I picture that than the picture morphs, and now it's Bonnie in a beautiful pale blue corset with lace cups for her breasts and delicate garters with thigh high white stockings and a scrap of material barely covering her pussy.
“Oh, shit.”
Cyn purses his lips. “You’re so fucking sick, Rory.”
I ignore him, counting my steps, refusing to look up, refusing to breathe too deep. One step after another. I pretend I can’t hear her. I just follow.
Finally, we stop for the night, and I immediately go to fetch wood. I sag and sit down on a log when she appears, stalking up to me, all bright eyes and furious scowl, and my god, she is the single prettiest person I’ve ever seen in my life.
My cock aches, my balls ache. My whole body hurts, but I don’t let it show, even when she leans over me, breathing hard, and I’m watching the rise and fall of her chest, wondering what her nipples taste like.
I need medication.
“What is your problem?”
I look down unconsciously. When I look up, alarmed at my accidental tell, she’s followed my gaze down. One. Two. Three.
She yelps and jumps back, staring at me with wide eyes.
“But, you did the mouth thing and…”
The mouth thing? How innocent is this omega?
“The other mouth thing?”
“Yes!” she snaps.
“I know. Sadly, I think my dick is broken. I’ve never had anything happen like this.”
Seeing her confusion and disgust but intrigue has the wildness in me rising to the surface. I just want to play with her a little bit.
“It’s never happened before?”
“I mean, of course, I’ve gotten…you know, bigger, but it’s always gone away, but right now, it’s so sore,” I whine out the last bit, trying not to laugh.
She stares at me.
I get the most evil and best idea ever.
“Would you take a look at it, make sure I haven’t been bitten or something?”
She blinks. “Really?”
“Seriously, I would feel so much better if you just had a look.”
“Okay?” She doesn’t sound certain, and suddenly, I’m staring down at her crouched on the ground in front of me, her mouth level with my aching cock, and looking up at me all innocent and unsure.
I unzip my pants. There’s a voice inside my head screaming caution, warning me to stop, but I can’t.
The smell of cookies is in the air, and I am an alpha possessed.
Her eyes widen slightly when I pull my soaked cock out. She inhales deeply and chokes, her pupils blowing out, and her nostrils flaring.
“You smell like a creek from the mountains, fresh, crisp, earthy,” she murmurs, leaning forward, her eyes closing, and she inhales. I think I hear a hint of a whine.
Seeing her so infatuated with my scent is hot as fuck. Yeah, I’m doing this.
“See, it’s hard again. It just aches,” I say huskily, looking down at her through my lashes. I stroke it and moan, long and low. “It hurts so good.”
“I can’t see any bites,” she says, and is her voice husky, too?
Should I? Oh, yeah, I absolutely should.
“Maybe you could just feel it, you know, to make sure?”
I am pushing my luck here, but it’s too good an opportunity to pass up.
She presses her lips together, and I squeeze the base of my shaft so I don’t come just from the fantasy of her mouth on my cock.
“You want me to touch you? Like put hands on you?”
She’s so nervous and unsure. I almost feel bad.
“Yes, please, I’ve never felt like this. I just want it to stop.”
She licks her lips, and I moan again and lean towards her. The red tip of my cock is maybe a hand span from her mouth. One thrust, and I could impale myself in heaven.
“Please?”
She reaches up, and with long cold fingers, she explores my shaft, stroking and touching, before she gets to the head. She runs her thumb over my crown, spreading my pre-cum down my shaft as she checks again.
I think she might be really getting into this when she stops. My breathing is raspy, and my chest heaving.
“Right. No bugs. You’re fine.”
“No, wait, I’m not.”
She looks at me, and her pupils are big and black, her lips shiny and pink. I look down and see how hard her nipples are, pointing straight at me. Ah, so she feels something, too.
Good.
“What if you just put your mouth on me, just tasted to make sure I’m okay? Suck the poison out.”
She is silent for a very pregnant moment. “Suck the poison out?”
“Yes, clearly, I’m sick. I just need help, a hand. A mouth. Your lips. This is purely medical. So, we can keep going. I won’t enjoy it at all, I promise.”
She hesitates. “I’m just not sure, Rory.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I don’t want to cause you distress, Bonnie. I respect you far too much for that.”
Bonnie looks up at me like I’ve hung the moon and stars.
“You do?”
“Oh, absolutely. I think you are amazing. Incredible.” I reach out and run my knuckle down her cheek, but then I lean back, tilting my head back and groan again.
“Oh, god, it hurts.”
“Okay, I’ll help you.”
“You will?” I ask, feigning shock.
I’ve still got it, clearly. I had thought our omega, our rejected omega, would be a bit more of a challenge, though. To be honest, I’m kinda disappointed she’s not.
“Of course, I am, after all, the person who is supposed to keep us all safe,” she murmurs to herself.
“That’s right, you are responsible for my happiness,” I purr and slide my hand around the back of her head, drawing her towards me.
I’m dying as she gives way, getting closer and closer to where my cock is bobbing.
“Oh, Omega, I’ve been dreaming of this.”
“So have I.”
There’s something in her voice that drags me back. I open my eyes just in time to see her fist flying at my balls.
The pain is agony; the agony is pleasure. I see white, black, gold. I’m lying on my back, my cock exploding cum all over me as I writhe around.
“Fucking hell, Rory Aster, you’re supposed to be a decent alpha.”
“Who told you that, love? They lied to you.” I pant and gasp as I seize my cock, stroking myself through the orgasm from hell.
“Clearly,” she sneers.
I love the fact that she sits here and watches me in my agony and humiliation. She really takes it all in, and I see real, true pleasure in her eyes now. None of that fake stuff she had up before.
“Well played, Sanderson,” I gasp out as my body stops convulsing.
“You were an easy opponent.”
“I won’t be next time.”
She flips me an amused smile. “Bold of you to assume there will be a next time.”
“Bold of you to assume there won’t.”
With that, she stands up and looks back at me. “Get it together, Aster. If I have to deal with you again, you won’t be able to walk out of this forest.”
I laugh darkly to myself as she saunters off, hips swinging.
“But now I just want to play with you more.”