Chapter 26 #2
“It will be good for Skipper. He’s gone too long without a rut, and I would have needed to use my powers to trigger one, if he had gone much longer without one.
He has enough self-control, a terrifying amount, that he can still complete the mission with the Rogues before he joins us.
But all that delayed gratification…? He’ll be feral by the time he bursts through that door.
Phantom is not interested in experiencing ruts, but when he does, he falls deeply into them for the experience of the sensation.
You’ll thank me for transforming into an Omega and drawing some of the attention onto myself when you can still walk tomorrow. ”
“But does he like being in rut?” Bird persists.
“Yeah, when he’s in them like this,” Joker reassures. “He’s just not kinky like I am. The sensations are interesting to him. And more than that, he’s been desperate for this particular rut.”
My pulse speeds up.
My purr deepens.
Does he mean…?
Confused, Bird blinks. “Why? Because it’s Switch’s first heat with him?”
Joker reaches to stroke Bird’s cock, taking him by surprise. Bird makes a choked sound, hardening in his grip.
“Because he’s a possessive Alpha.” Joker’s voice becomes sultry. “Haven’t you noticed his heavy gaze on both your throats? Ever since we first saw you—”
“Stalked us.”
“Semantics. Ever since then, Skipper has been planning to bite and bond you. He’s been waiting for this moment to claim you both as his.”
Joy from Bird and me surges through the bond.
Joker’s smile widens.
“Not only Switch?” Bird’s voice wavers.
I poke him in the waist for even asking.
Joker tightens his grip around Bird’s cock, and Bird’s eyes widen in alarm. “You’re a sweet pair. How can I convince you not to doubt it?”
“How about you keep stroking my cock?”
I chuckle.
Joker gives a crooked grin, before he dives over me, pressing Bird into the mattress.
“Oh, shit.” Bird’s hair is splayed around him like black waves.
Foolish Omega.
I watch, panting, as Bird is ravished.
“Don’t move.” Joker pins Bird, ruthlessly jerking him off with long, powerful strokes.
Suddenly, the door bangs open.
Phantom marches into the bedroom. He is growling. His green eyes are wild.
Alpha, Alpha, Alpha
I chirp excitedly.
Phantom’s intense gaze never leaves mine.
“Hey, Skipper.” Joker glances over his shoulder.
He doesn’t stop working Bird into a writhing mess beneath him.
Bird is begging Joker to let him come now, please, please, please…
Instead, Joker slaps Bird’s hip, which only makes him whine more desperately.
Joker grabs Bird’s balls, however, and drags down, meanly. “Not until our Alpha gives permission, sweet Omega.”
Bird whines now in frustration. Tears gather in the corners of his eyes.
He lifts his lips, however, offering up a kiss.
Joker leans down, rewarding him with a passionate kiss.
Then he grabs his own cock in the circle of his fist and grunts as he starts to rub himself against Bird, driving himself to orgasm as well.
Phantom launches himself onto the bed, and it shakes.
I realize how much larger he is than his three Omegas.
A giant.
Phantom crawls over me, as careful as if I am made of china. He lays the back of his large hand on my cheek, and I turn my head and kiss it.
He smiles before he sits back, making sure to keep his weight off me.
Staring up at Phantom, it hits me hard why he looks different.
He’s not wearing his mask.
This is the face of the Alpha who loves me.
I shake.
I know what love is now.
I see it in the face of this Alpha.
Raw and exposed.
I wouldn’t need Phantom to ever fuck me. The rest of my pack would never need me to give them flowers, chocolates, or the other cliches of so-called romance.
But we fucking love each other.
Finally, I understand the meaning of pack bonds.
When Phantom leans down to sniff my neck, I also take a deep breath of his intoxicating rum scent. It is richer than normal. His pheromones lie thick over the room.
They make my head dizzy.
I am falling deeply into my heat. I can barely think.
Phantom glances with a frown at the nest. Then he grabs the front of his top and tears down the front of it. It rips under his great strength. He tosses the fragments over the nest, before holding a strip out to me.
Happily, I take it, holding it to my nose.
I sniff, drawing in his spicy scent.
Phantom towers over me. He rests his weight on his tattooed arms. The muscles of his bare chest bulge.
Unsure whether it will cross a boundary to touch him or not, I give a questioning chirp, before I hold up my hand.
Phantom nods.
I trace down his strong chest.
Phantom bares his teeth, before he undoes the buttons on his trousers, and his giant cock springs free.
I whine.
How will it fit?
Isn’t it too large?
But he doesn’t hesitate.
He’s too feral.
Too wound up.
Too long frustrated just like I can see both Bird and Joker are.
Phantom holds himself away from me, while he kicks my ankles apart and then spears into me.
It knocks the breath out of me.
Bird and Joker are kissing each other, holding back from coming with tears in their eyes, while watching our Alpha fucking into me with powerful thrusts.
I am driven up and down the bed like a ragdoll.
Delirious with pleasure, I throw my head back. I can sense the ecstasy multiplied through the bond from Joker and Bird.
It’s life-changing because I have never been rutted before. I have never been knotted.
I would never have allowed myself to be this vulnerable.
I couldn’t have been.
Rogue Omegas are banned from being knotted.
I revel in breaking the final rule that I have lived by.
I writhe, pinned beneath my Chief Alpha, allowing myself to bare my neck and submit because I choose to.
Switch will be knotted and bonded. Finally, I will accept both sides of myself. I will let myself be free from the Switch Act of 1801 that has oppressed me my entire life.
I will be free from ancient rules that have controlled me.
Free to control my own destiny.
Phantom stills above me, sweat dripping down his abs, before he comes with a bellow. The sensation seems to catch him off guard because he immediately lowers his mouth and rests his teeth on the skin of my neck like he’s only just holding himself back from biting.
I jerk at the dual sensation, and it pulls me over the edge.
I’m coming, but it’s different this time.
It’s not stopping.
Suddenly, Phantom’s knot also begins to inflate inside me, knotting us together. As it does, it presses on something inside me, which makes my mind white.
Is this what it feels like for the Omegas whom I lock? This mind-altering ecstasy?
I laugh, as waves of pleasure crash over me.
Again, and again, and again.
This is power.
I will never allow anyone to take it from me again.
Phantom pulls back from my neck.
He is studying me like I am his entire world, and I see the obsession, which is his style of devoted love.
He is my ideal Alpha.
His face is close to me, and now, he is my whole world as well.
“I love you,” I hear Joker whisper to Bird.
“I love you too,” Bird whispers back. “I love you all.”
“Our Alpha is giving us permission to come,” Joker gasps.
Immediately, they both wrap their hands around each other’s cocks, and jerk each other, until they are panting and whispering praises.
“Love you, good Omega, love you.” Bird comes with a moan.
“My sweet Omega…” Joker’s eyelashes flutter, as he spills over Bird’s hand.
They lie in each other’s arms, kissing each other languorously, while they purr.
Then Joker wraps Bird’s hair through his fingers, before dragging his head to the side to bare the other Omega’s neck.
Bird lets out a startled yelp.
“Look how gorgeous our Alpha and Switch look together,” Joker murmurs. “Who wouldn’t want to become a bonded member of a pack like the Hunters?”
“Is this your unorthodox way of asking me to become your bonded Omega?” Bird pants.
Phantom growls.
Joker smiles. “It’s uber Alpha for would Switch and you become official members of the Hunter pack? Also, he’ll spank me later for ruining his romantic moment.”
I snicker.
Joker didn’t ruin the moment. He made it perfect.
Waves of pleasure are still rippling through me.
I manage to force myself to nod.
Bird is frantically nodding as well.
Joker pushes Bird closer to Phantom, pulling his hair away from his neck.
Phantom lowers his sharp teeth to Bird’s neck and bites.
Bird screams, but I sense his pleasure and contentment through the bond.
My eyes close.
Anticipation rises through me.
Then Phantom’s teeth graze teasingly along my throat. I push up against his teeth, willing him to bite and make me his, the Hunters’, in every possible way.
Finally, Phantom bites, and even as I howl, I am at peace for the first time in my life.
Both sides of my nature are balanced.
I can sense everyone in the bonded pack now.
Phantom’s presence isn’t quiet; it’s loud, melodious, beautiful.
My eyes are bright with tears.
The Alpha’s soul isn’t dark. It’s pure.
Maybe it has taken me this long to understand that romance and love aren’t like the stories my brother writes. They don’t need to look like his arranged match, which ended in rejection and betrayal.
Mars deserves more than that. I hope that he finds it.
I deserve more than living alone.
Real love is connection, acceptance, and understanding.
Pack bonds truly do change everything.