Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kayla
Taking a nap was a mistake, and now I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t just because I napped too long with Rylan, but because Beck had moved all of my things to the guest room downstairs and Rio still couldn’t get in contact with Brian.
He was obviously avoiding dealing with his mistake, but it just didn’t make sense that I was able to match when I was one hundred percent sure I’d opted out and not put any packs. It had even asked if I was sure before submitting.
I should have taken a screenshot.
Brian would have to answer eventually and then we’d have to decide what to do. Although, it seemed Rio, Rylan, and Kane had already made up their minds to keep me.
I didn’t know what the hell I wanted.
The room I was in was two floors away from the pack and while normally I’d be happy to have my privacy, being in a new place made me want the comfort of protection nearby. I would have been content sleeping on the couch upstairs or in the little nest I’d made.
The guys had offered to let me sleep in their beds—with or without them—but I figured I needed the space to get my head straight.
Because I was losing it.
All I could think about was them, and while that wouldn’t be a problem to any other omega, I was struggling with it. For years, I’d pushed back against the biological urges that come with being an omega, but put me in a room with four delicious alphas?
I hated it and I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do. The tables had turned, and now I was actually giving thought to this whole match.
I checked my phone to see it was past midnight, and I’d been attempting to sleep for over an hour. There was no point in continuing to toss and turn when my brain wouldn’t shut off. I got out of bed, hoping a snack would help.
Learning my lesson from the night before, I slid on a pair of slippers. There was a tiny cut on the bottom of my foot that stung a little when I stepped a certain way, but it wasn’t inflamed.
The hallway was dark, and I flicked on the light. It wasn’t a horrible room by any means, none of the rooms were, but I’d found comfort in being in Beck’s. It completely sucked that it had to be his.
The lights in the stairway up to the main floor were on, and I headed across the large space but stopped when I heard the faint sound of instrumental music coming from the direction of the gym. It was far too late to be working out, but maybe someone had left it on.
Changing course, I went down the hallway to the gym and opened the door. Some of the lights were on, giving it a warm glow inside. I didn’t see anyone at first, but then my eyes landed on the pile of clothes right outside the sauna across the room.
It was dark inside, but I could see condensation on the window and a person moving around inside. What the hell were they doing?
I walked in and was hit in the face with Beck’s scent. It felt like a warm hug, as much as I hated admitting that to myself.
The closer I got to the sauna, the more my cheeks heated. He was stretching naked inside, and I stopped behind some workout contraption with pully things to keep myself partially hidden as I watched him lunge forward with one foot and lift his arms. Was he doing naked hot yoga?
I shouldn’t have been watching him, but there was something about seeing him completely unaware and comfortable in his own skin. And dare I say, relaxed?
His shoulders were down, and he moved his body like it was as light as a feather. I’d never realized just how tense he always was until seeing him like that. The last thing I wanted was for him to catch me and have him tense up again.
With a final look, I went back toward the door, my mind back on my snack. There was a bag of chocolate candies with my name on it.
“Stop,” Beck suddenly barked.
Shit on a stick.
I was left with no other choice but to heed his alpha command. I could have tried to fight it, but I was tired, and it was time we had it out so we could move on.
“Yes, master alpha?” I turned around and batted my eyelashes at him because I knew it would goad him into not holding back what was eating him inside.
“What are you doing in here?” He strode toward me, his dick slapping against his thigh. I couldn’t help but look at it as he stopped a few feet in front of me.
“I couldn’t sleep, and I wanted a snack.” I looked up, bit my inner cheek, and hoped that my perfume didn’t surge from looking at his cock. I wondered if they had made it a requirement to have perfect dicks to be in their pack.
But it wasn’t really about what their dicks looked like, it was what they did with said dicks. Not that I wanted Beck’s to come anywhere near me.
Maybe. The jury was still out on if I wanted to let myself entertain the idea. He’d been a complete asshole to me.
He lifted an eyebrow. “You want a snack?” His eyes held a challenge and my body immediately felt flushed at the glint in them. “Then get on your knees.”
Was he fucking joking? The expression on his face and his eyes told me he wasn’t. Seeing him all sweaty and red from his explicit sauna yoga made me want to do whatever he asked but also punch him in the balls.
I stared blankly at him, and he shook his head, taking a few steps away from me. But then my traitorous body moved forward, dropped to my knees, and reached and grabbed the back of his thigh so he couldn’t escape.
He said my name with some kind of growl and purr combo that really spurred me on. With my other hand, I grabbed his dick and popped it right in my mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath, and his cock twitched as it came to life right in the palm of my hand.
“Fuck. I was joking.” He grabbed onto my ponytail, wrapping it in his fist. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I sucked the tip and squeezed where his knot was, drawing a groan from him. It didn’t take long for him to grow rock-hard, and I couldn’t help but smile around him knowing that, even though he hated me, he certainly didn’t hate my mouth.
His hips rolled toward me, his cock hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. I didn’t like that at all and dug my fingernails into the back of his thigh. He was lucky I didn’t have his balls in my hand.
“Swallow your snack like a good little omega.” His words pissed me off, and instead of swallowing, I pulled back, my teeth dragging lightly as I got to the tip. “Jesus.”
His head tipped back, baring his Adam’s apple to me, and his hand speared through my hair under my ponytail holder. He’d liked that.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and took him all the way to the back of my throat again, my eyes watering with the urge to gag and cough. I didn’t know what he meant by swallow, but fuck if I was going to try it.
I pulled back off, dragging my teeth again. His legs trembled slightly, and I lapped at the bead of pre-cum on his tip. His fingers were moving against my scalp, making me feel almost sleepy, and his strong cinnamon and clove musky scent made me wet.
“Stand up.” His alpha bark was unforgiving, and I released him and stood, wondering if I’d done something wrong. “Do you have any idea how difficult it was to hear you come earlier today and not throw myself over the balcony?”
I cringed and started to step back, but he grabbed my face between his hands with a growl. My eyes widened, not understanding if this was a good thing or a bad thing. “I’m sorry my pleasure makes you want to crack your skull open.”
One of his hands moved down to my neck, circling it like he might choke me. I gasped right before his lips connected with mine.
I should have shoved him away, but instead, I moved so our bodies were pressed together, his erection pressed against my lower belly.
He replaced his hand with his mouth, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a mark. My hands explored his back and then moved to his ass, my nails digging into the muscular globes.
I was already past the point of no return. I didn’t care if he was a complete asshole and sent me away. All that mattered was how he was making my body feel.
“Tonight, you’re going to cry out for me. I want every last whimper, moan, and scream.” He grabbed my chin, his darkened green eyes filled with thunder.
I clenched my thighs together, the ache and wetness between them overwhelming. “I want your knot.”
What the hell was I saying?
A low growl came from his chest, and he backed me up and then spun me around in front of the mirrored wall. He lifted my tank top off and then pushed down my sleep shorts and panties. I was left completely naked in front of the mirror with him standing behind me.
“I want to watch your face as I ruin you for any other alpha.” He wasn’t gentle as he pushed me so my hands were on the rack of weights under the mirror.
“Do it.” I pushed my ass back, presenting it to him for the taking. “Make me scream.”
His hand came down against my sensitive skin, and I whimpered, wiggling my ass in a display of neediness that I didn’t know I was capable of. We might have hated each other’s guts, but I could feel his desire for me in the way his eyes darkened.
He kicked apart my legs, and I gasped as he dropped to his knees behind me and buried his face between them. My back arched, and my hands gripped onto the dumbbells my arms were resting on.
“Beck!” I was panting like an omega in heat and widened my legs further. “Oh, God!”
I thought what had happened in the pool was intense, but Beck’s face buried in my cunt, eating me like a starved wolf, was a whole other level.
Just when I was barreling toward an orgasm, he stopped and stood. “You want my knot, little omega?”
I shuddered, the thought of him burying it inside me making my pussy even more slick in preparation. “Yes.”
“Then beg for it.” His hand smoothed across my ass cheek, and then he smacked it again. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
“I won’t beg you for it.” If I could have growled, I would have. It was bad enough he was calling me little omega, but now he wanted me to beg him for his knot?
He slid his hand between my legs, his finger pushing the tiniest bit inside my pussy. “Then this is all you get.”
I lowered my forehead to rest on my forearm, my entire body trembling as he moved the tip of his finger in and out. It wasn’t nearly enough, and I pushed back, his finger sliding all the way in.
“Naughty girl.” His hand came down again on my ass, and I clenched around his finger. “You like to be spanked.”
“Shut up and fuck me before I just go use a dildo.” I didn’t want to get off from a hunk of silicone, but I would if he was going to torture me.
His finger left me, and I sighed in frustration and started to stand up. His large hand splayed across my upper back, pushing me back down with a growl, and then his cock filled me in one smooth thrust that had me crying out.
I was so ready for him that it didn’t hurt like I’d expected it to, but then again, my dildos weren’t men that got me so slick it felt like I was dripping.
“Fuck, your cunt was made for me.” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into me. “Watch in the mirror as I fuck you.”
My cheeks burned brighter than a freshly bloomed rose, but I did what he asked, the fight leaving my body as he began a torturous snap of his hips. His eyes met mine in the mirror, and I didn’t look away, even though the intensity in them made me nervous.
This was no hate fuck. This was a claiming.
His fingers dug into my hips, holding me steady. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t look away from the intense look of concentration on his face. His mouth was slightly open, his chest heaving, and his muscles flexing.
My breasts swayed and my entire body was flushed with a light sheen of sweat. I could get addicted to this. To him.
He released one of my hips and adjusted his stance so he could reach my clit. My orgasm was building somewhere deep inside me and I hated the needy mewls I was making.
“Beg for it,” he growled between gritted teeth. “Beg for my knot.”
I wanted it so bad it hurt. “Please, Alpha! Oh, God!”
My orgasm ripped through me before I could say more, and he buried himself in me as far as possible and circled his hips, working his knot in. It stung for a second but only served to amplify my orgasm as my pussy clenched around him.
“Fuuuuuck!” Beck spilled inside me, his hips making small thrusts and rotations as he milked every last drop out of his cock.
I was struggling to hold myself up as my orgasm continued to make my body twitch, my pussy convulsing around him like it was starving to drink him up.
He removed his hand from my clit, his arm wrapping around my waist. “Do you trust me?”
My chest was heaving, and I must have lost my damn mind letting him knot me. I knew it wasn’t going to last as long as a knot would during a heat or a rut, but being stuck with him for any amount of time when he was so hot and cold wasn’t ideal.
“You have your knot stuck inside me, so I guess for as long as it lasts, I’m going to have to.”
“Close your legs together and keep them that way. I’m going to spin you around so you can wrap your legs around me.
” He had to be kidding, but I did because I was curious how he was going to manage to spin me on his dick.
“Relax. It won’t hurt if you stay still and let me do all the work. Try to stay bent, though.”
I nodded, hoping like hell he didn’t drop me and rip his knot from me. The last thing I needed was a bruised pussy.
He lifted me slightly and grunted as he maneuvered me around like I weighed nothing. My abs strained to hold my torso up, and as soon as my legs were straight up in the air, I wrapped them around him. It hadn’t hurt at all, but it felt like he’d spun his dick around inside me.
The only problem was, now I was facing him.
With his hands resting under my thighs, he walked toward the gym door. “Your room or mine?”
Instead of looking at him, I rested my head on his shoulder, my face in his neck. I was completely ravished, and as much as I hated the answer I was about to give him, I needed to be somewhere I could sleep comfortably. “Yours.”
By the time he got there, his knot would probably be ready to slide out, but now that I was clinging to him like a spider monkey, I didn’t care.
This had been a horrible idea.