Chapter 25 Jo
twenty-five
Jo
Isit bolt upright in bed, my knife flying out of my hand and lodging itself in the wall, right next to Kole’s head.
The sound of my door opening had thrown me out of a deep sleep, and my body had moved on instinct.
Lucky for Kole, I realized it was him at the very last second, and managed to rotate my wrist enough to miss him.
Kole tuts at me. “You are losing your touch, Lisichka, if you did not hit me between the eyes.” It’s dark, but my eyes are used to it enough for me to make him out.
This is the first time I’ve seen him outside of his jumpsuit.
He’s wearing the sweatpants we’re issued for sleeping in, and walking around bare-chested with his tattoos on full display, like some kind of personal slick-dream of mine.
“If I meant to kill you, Sugar Bear, you’d be dead.
” I yawn, standing up to pull my knife from the wall.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of a…” I glance at my alarm, “three in the mornin’ visit from my favorite Russian?
” Turnip’s spot that she usually takes up on my pillow is empty, which tells me she must’ve gone wherever she goes when she leaves me.
The knife in my hand, I flick on my lights, and see that the alpha is carrying a little box and a keycard, and he has blood on his hands. Literally.
I should be asking how he got a keycard that lets himself into my room, but the box looks like a present, and what can I say? I’m an omega through and through. Not even their horrible drug concoction can make me not care about presents.
I eye the box with a raised brow. “My birthday isn’t ‘til May, but I’ll take an early present.”
“I meant to leave it on your pillow,” Kole mutters, rubbing the back of his neck and looking…shy? Well that’s just too damn cute.
“Gimme.” I grin, holding out my hands, and he places the small box in my outstretched palms.
I take it and sit on the bed, patting the mattress next to me for the giant alpha to sit.
Once his comically large frame is on my tiny bed, I look back to the box, shaking it slightly.
It makes a little rattling noise when I do, and Kole huffs.
“Just open it.” The scar across his face pulls slightly as he arches his brow, his blue eyes dancing with amusement.
“But it’s so pretty.” I grin, looking at the nondescript, generic, cardboard brown box that fits in the size of my palm.
“I don’t even know where you managed to find a box at this hour.
Unless…” A little gasp leaves me.“You’ve had this for a while and have been waitin’ to declare your undyin’ devotion? ”
His hand darts out and grasps me by the neck, drawing a completely different gasp out of me. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds as he tilts my head towards him. The veins in his forearm ripple as he flexes his fingers slightly.
“Lisichka,” he murmurs, pressing a small kiss to my pout. “Open the fucking box.”
“Mmmm,” I sigh, chasing his lips. “Will you kiss me like that again if I do?”
“Why don’t you find out?” He releases me, and I turn my attention to the little box again.
Biting my lip, I lift the cover off the box, and gasp when I see the contents.
Two canine teeth sit in the box. There’s still some blood on them, and there’s no question as to who they belong to.
I lift out one of the teeth, holding it between my pointer finger and thumb.
I can see the tiny little hole at the bottom point that would inject the venom needed to initiate a bonding bite.
“Sugar…” I ask in awe, still staring, “did you…?”
“They are yours now, Lisichka,” he rumbles, leaning in close and pressing a kiss to my neck.
I shiver, the touch zapping straight between my legs.
“I told you, I protect what belongs to me. Even if you don’t need me to.
He’ll never be able to bond anyone ever.
” His words are dangerous, and I can’t help the thrill that goes through me at the possessiveness in his voice.
“This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” I say quietly, before an idea hits me.
“Don’t we have a craft room?” My mind races with the possibilities.
“I could put them on a bracelet like little charms! Do you think the blood will stay if I don’t wash them?
Actually, you know what—I saw a hack online years ago that involved clear nail polish.
It wasn’t for keepin’ blood on teeth, mind you, but I bet the concept is the same.
Do you think that would work? Oh! Or I could do a necklace.
Earrings would be ideal since there are two, but my ears aren’t pierced.
" I shrug. “Then again, I’m sure I can find someone here to do it for me.”
A low chuckle rumbling out of Kole has me looking up at him in surprise. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him make that sound before. He leans forward to capture my lips. “You really were made for me, weren’t you, Little Fox?”
Humming, I put the teeth back in the box and place them on the side table, before swinging my legs around so I can straddle Kole’s waist.
My brows shoot up in surprise when I find that his cock is hard under me, but I just grin as I press myself against it and grip his muscled shoulders.
He groans, his hands finding my hips. “Thank you, Kole. I wish I coulda seen it,” I say breathlessly.
“What did you use to get ‘em out? A hammer? Wait, no. That’s not precise enough.”
“I used pliers,” he gives me a feral grin as his hands grip my ass and he pushes his erection against me. “They were a little rusty since I found them in the abandoned wing of the institution, but they still got the job done.”
The change in him from mere hours ago is astonishing. He’s no longer holding back, I realize. It’s like he wanted to prove to himself that he could protect me, even in this hell-hole. He knows that I don’t need him to, but the fact that he wants to means everything.
There’s only one thing that could have made it better.
“Next time you decide to play dentist, invite me, okay?” I bite my lip, looking up at him as I lean slightly closer.
“Next time,” he promises, his eyes darting down to my lips.
And then we’re colliding.
His lips move with mine, one of his hands moving from my ass to grip the back of my neck. His touch isn’t harsh or demanding, it’s sure.
I feel safe. Grounded.
My hands move from his shoulders to lift my sweatshirt up, and he growls into my mouth, replacing my hands with his own as he helps me peel off the garment.
The cool air has my nipples pebbling, aching for his touch.
He leans back slightly, groaning in appreciation at the sight of my bare breasts.
It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before—thank you very much Paige—but he looks at me like I’m the most amazing thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.
“You don’t know how glad I am that I’m allowed to see these.” His mouth moves down my body, tingles erupting in each spot where his lips meet my skin. He sucks at my neck while his hands massage each breast, and my head falls back as I moan, grinding shamelessly on his cock.
“Fuck, Lisichka,” he groans into my neck, his own hips bucking up into me. “You feel like heaven.” Then his mouth moves to my nipple, and I cry out as he takes the stiff peak gently between his teeth.
“Shit!” I hiss, warmth spreading through my blood as the sensations from my nipples and my throbbing core come together in a delicious crescendo. I’m climbing higher and higher, not even trying to stifle my cries as the alpha under me switches back and forth between my breasts.
Suddenly, his hand reaches around my waist and he flips us so I’m laying on my back in the bed.
He’s hovering over me, bracing himself with his elbows on either side of my shoulders.
I look down to see his pants pushed down enough to let his cock spring free, and I nearly moan at the sight of it.
Thick, veiny, and with a perfect bead of pre-cum on the head.
I shimmy my own pants down my thighs, wanting to take whatever he’ll give me.
His mouth moves to my nipple again, and one of my hands threads into his hair. I reach down, moving my panties to the side so his throbbing cock can slide against my clit, and I’m so on edge, so ready, he only has to glide across my wet folds three times before I’m destroyed.
I unravel under my alpha, pleasure exploding from everywhere at once, my vision spotting with white as I clench around nothing.
Kole’s hips stutter once, twice, and then he’s groaning, moving his mouth up to mine as he kisses me breathless.
His hot cum coats the outside of my pussy, and I wish there was a way for me to keep it there forever.
“Mine,” he murmurs, rolling off me and gathering me against his chest.
“Yours,” I agree, not bothering to try to clean up as I snuggle into his side.
At breakfast, Hayden follows me as I walk past our usual table and plop my tray down next to Kole. He had woken me up when he snuck out at six this morning, but then I had kitchen duty so I haven’t seen him all morning.
“Hey there, Sugar Bear.” I grin, sliding into the alpha’s lap sideways. He lets out a surprised grunt, but his hand moves to my waist to steady me.
His dick hardens underneath my ass, and I wiggle on him, getting a little hot and bothered from remembering our activities last night.
“Lisichka,” he warns, using his free hand to snag a piece of bacon.
Then I realize…I can scent him. Barely. But the gunpowder and fresh rain scent is unmistakable to my nose.
My omega peeks an eye open, a small purr wanting to work its way out of my chest. I have to resist the urge to rub my cheek against Kole’s.
If I show any signs of my instincts reappearing, they’ll just drug me up again.
“Mmm, you look good on his lap, Fireball,” Hayden hums next to me, and I grin, blowing him a kiss.
Kole grumbles once, and for a moment I feel bad that we’ve intruded on his loner-table, but then I push that feeling far down. There’s no way I’m giving him up after last night.
Part of me is afraid that Kole is going to get in trouble for finding Lars in the middle of the night and ripping his canines from his gums, but nobody looks twice at the giant alpha. He must have even more leeway than I originally thought.
Adela’s tray clatters on the table across from me.
“Oh, thank the gods we can sit here now.” She huffs, holding onto her belly as she steps over the bench.
“Harley was behind me in line for food, and she kept on saying how beautiful my skin would look as a handbag.” She shivers once.
“She looked like she was gonna follow me too, but caught sight of him,” she points to Kole with her fork, “and took off.”
Now that Adela’s here, I feel like I should get off Kole’s lap, but he holds me in place when I try. “You caused the problem, Little Fox,” he murmurs in my ear, his hips tilting slightly to push his boner into my ass again. “Now it’s your job to hide it.”
Hayden, unaware of Kole’s comment, shivers next to me, his attention on Adela. “Yeah, she wants to use my hair for something, but I’m not sure what.”
I turn so I’m facing forward, but still sitting on Kole, eyeing the cameras warily. They don’t want any pack behavior, but they’re trying to nullify my omega. That means, logically, anything we do can’t be pack related, because my instincts are completely out of the picture.
Sam meets my eyes across the room from his space against the wall, and I raise a brow at him, making him look away quickly.
“So, Pyro, are you really okay with this?” Kole gestures down at me on his lap, sounding skeptical.
“With you and Fireball?” He frowns, chewing some pancakes. He already knows what Kole and I got up to last night. I told him as soon as I saw him this morning. “I mean, instincts or not, I always hoped I’d end up in a…you-know-what, someday. When she has a heat? We’ll be glad for the extra knots.”
My thighs clench at the thought of taking both these alphas knots, especially when I get a faint hint of Hayden’s smoky pepper scent.
Fuck, that’s good.
“‘Cept, I’ve never had a heat,” I point out, not bothering to correct him on the fact that even if I had a heat before now, whatever drug they give me also suppresses my heats.
He gives me a wry grin before reaching over and squeezing my thigh. “I know, baby. I just get carried away sometimes.” I run a hand through his golden hair, and Adela’s eyes dart between the three of us curiously.
“You need to be careful, Jo,” Addie says quietly. “If they think you’re trying to form a pack—”
“Then I’ll tell them it would be impossible, since my instincts are so shot I can’t even smell my own scent,” I snap, and then feel bad immediately for biting her head off. Addie’s just looking out for me.
Nevermind the fact that if things keep progressing how they are, I might be able to scent myself by the end of the day.
“I know,” she looks at me softly, “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
What Addie doesn’t know, is however badly they hurt us, we’ll hit back twice as hard.