23. Rolly
Rolly
Ituck the stuffed rabbit in closer to her and pull the blanket up to just under her chin. Pix watches me from where he’s laying beside her. His eyes promise death to anyone who hurts her. I wonder if his connection with the omega is now as strong as his connection to us alphas.
Perhaps it’s stronger.
I find I don’t disapprove of the idea.
The pull I feel towards him is as strong as it is to Merle, which is different but no less powerful in the way I feel about the alphas. It’s a sticky, complex web of connections and feelings that are growing and changing, but it feels like our pack is finding its footing.
Finally finding a common ground and space to become this potential that howls in the depths of our dark souls.
Pix does not need us in the way Merle does.
He’s a fully formed human with a trauma history but a chosen family that healed over most of those scars.
He’s a mess, but he’s got foundations and an understanding of himself that means he’s not going to show his weakness until he feels completely comfortable.
I can’t help but get the feeling he’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He still doesn’t trust us, even with bonds on him.
I roll out of bed and pace through the house, pulling on a long-sleeved top and stepping out onto the porch. The day is shaping up to be grey clouds and threatening rain. Exactly my favourite kind of day.
I don’t know, but I always feel more alive on days like today. Before I can think better of it, I take off jogging down the street. The small town is alive with older people going about their business, walking dogs, getting their morning gossip, recovering from yesterday’s activities.
In a world where all I have seen is dark, it’s places like this, the other side of the reflecting pool, that show what life could be like.
I gamble on a hunch, and it pays off. I spot the older lady chatting with a woman with a pram as they walk along the street. The two are so involved in their conversation that they don’t notice me following.
No self awareness, no idea of the threat or danger. No idea that they need to be careful.
What was it about this woman that freaked Dove out?
Do I kill her? Should I?
Yes, if she upset Dove that much, she is clearly a threat and a danger. I follow them through the town and back to the spot across the street from the grocer. They separate, and I follow the older lady through the streets to a little house that she enters, humming a tune that is somewhat familiar.
With determined ease, I slip over her fence and land lightly in the backyard, walking up to the windows.
The first one I try is unlocked. It doesn’t take much to wedge it open and gain entry, and this is all ridiculously easy.
The house smells like cake and coffee. I wonder if I can steal some on my way out.
The room I’m in must be her bedroom, it’s got floral everything, everywhere. The only interruption to the vomit of flowers are about a thousand little knickknacks of ballerinas and dancing cats. They perch on every surface, allowing no room for anything else.
There’s a single bed covered in a deep fuchsia bedspread and more lace. I’m beginning to think this lady might be dangerous. Death by lace, I wonder if it’s a thing? I might have to watch myself with this one.
Still, my humour vanishes when I think of the terror in Dove’s eyes. I take a step towards the door when I’m pulled up against a hard chest. The scent of omega fills my nose and lungs.
A hand slides up and covers my mouth, and I’m yanked back towards a closet. I smile against his palm and allow him to manhandle me into the dark.
Just in time, too, because the woman comes in and gets out of her clothes and gets into much more casual attire that one might wear when gardening. I pay exactly zero attention to her and all the attention on the body pressed against mine. His breathing is calm and even.
The door opens, and I jerk my eyes up, looking as the girl comes in, bouncing onto the bed and kneeling.
“What are we growing today? Carrots? Are the beets ready? Can we harvest the greens yet?”
The older woman smiles indulgently. “You have the patience of a toddler.”
“But how long do plants really have to grow? Can’t they be ready today? What happens if they aren’t? And where do clouds come from? Is the cake we cooked ready to eat yet? And why do you like ballerinas?”
The old lady, to her credit, laughs and puts her arm around the girl, leading her out of the room and closing the door with a little snick.
Pix’s stiff body softens against me.
“Are we going to kill her together?” I purr over my shoulder.
“No. We’re leaving,” Pix growls in pure warning.
“She upset Dove.”
“No, she didn’t. Now, get your ass out of this house before I make you pay for it.”
“And how are you going to do that?” I whisper, feeling my excitement for blood switch direction.
Pix growls and opens the door, hoisting me out. I fight him for a few seconds, just because I can, but then I allow him to lead me through the house and out the front door, where he grabs my hand and leans into me, smiling.
For all intents and purposes, to everyone on the street, we’d look like an in love couple just going for a stroll.
“I feel like you need to explain some things to me, Omega.”
“Nope. I don’t have to explain shit. If you love me, you’ll take my word for-”
Pix’s voice trails off as he realises what he’s said. I know because I’m watching that expression of chagrined shock spread across his face.
“Because I love you?” I tease. “You didn’t want to wait for me to say it? Stealing my thunder?”
He huffs and tries to walk, but I yank him back so he bumps into my chest. We’re face to face now, his scent under the suppressant patch is just a hint of the smell I want so badly to drown in, but I lean forward, running my nose along the line of his jaw. He swallows audibly.
“Rolly, we shouldn’t-”
“Do you know that I do love you, Pix? Do you know that the moment I saw you, it was like meaning ignited my life? That giving you space has been nearly impossible because I want so much to be inside you, over you. I want to leave my mark on your skin and tend to my bonding mark, sucking and teasing it, just because I can. It’s not just sex, it’s everything.
The need to have you, own you, dominate you, and then have you take all of that from me.
I want you to make me kneel, make me beg, make me earn your teeth in my skin.
So, yes, I do love you, Daega. For me, I knew the second I saw you that I would, and every moment with you has just shown me the stubborn, dangerous, wise, kind, beautiful, delicious omega that I want to make mine is the most worthy of scent matches. ”
His hand slides up my side, fisting in the material and pulling us closer together, even though there is no room.
“I have your bond, baby, now I want your heart,” I whisper to the corner of his lips.
“I want your heats, every one of them for the rest of our lives. Everything. Soul, mind, body, devotion, your dreams, and your nightmares. I want it all. You don’t have to say if ever again.
I love you, so I will stop, I won’t murder the old woman, simply because you told me no. I trust you.”
I kiss him softly, staying pressed against him for a long moment, and then step back, smoothing my hands over his shoulders.
“Is he all right?” The old woman asks as she comes around from the back of her house, a concerned frown on her face.
I turn and give her my most winsome smile. “Perfect, I swept him off his feet. Just confessed my feelings. I’m afraid he wasn’t ready.”
She breaks into a smile that could light up a room. “What are you waiting for? Take him home and celebrate.”
I give her a slight bow. “Yes, ma’am. Come, baby. Let's go get you knotted, bonded, and packed up.”
The woman laughs. “Have fun!”
“I have your bond,” he says in confusion.
“Oh, we will!” I call out and drag him off. Ignoring his confused panic.
He hisses about twenty seconds later, and it’s a heated, furious sound that has me leaning into him and laughing softly.
“That was…”
“Yeah, I am a lot. Prepare yourself.” I snigger and put an arm over his shoulder.
“You did that because you knew she was watching?”
I blink, and my amusement fades. My temper, never far away, bursts to the surface, and I drag him back to the cottage and inside. As soon as I kick the front door shut, I hurl him up against the wall.
“I meant every single word. How dare you doubt me!”
Pix blinks. “But…”
“But what?” I snarl.
“But…you said, and…” his eyes widen. “You meant it. All of it?” he whispers with dawning comprehension.
I growl into his face and slam my hands on the wall beside his head. He doesn’t flinch, just stares at me in wonder.
“This is insanity-”
I grab his throat, squeezing until his words stop. “Enough, precious. You are digging yourself a hole you aren’t going to comfortably get out of.”
Pix struggles, not very hard, but he does try to fight me. I grip him harder, cutting off his air until he stops moving. I step in between his legs, pressing my hard cock against his.
“Is this evidence enough?”
Pix gasps, it’s such a deliciously uncertain sound.
“Okay, let’s get you that bond.”
“But I have your bond?” Pix growls in protest.
I don’t give him a chance to speak. Rose is out the back, sitting on the porch swing. I shove Pix down onto his lap.
“Time for that bond,” I snarl at the two of them.
Rose grunts, but as soon as Pix tries to sit up, I kneel over them and kiss him hard, until he falls back, lost in my touch. The bond flares with unusual warmth, but I’m pulling his top up and off, and Pix is writhing in Rose’s hold.
I tear my mouth free and find Rose with his eyes on me, sucking hard on Pix’s shoulder, while his hands spread up over the panting, heaving omega.
“What are you doing to me?” Pix growls. Growls! As if he’s outraged. Well, I’m just going to have to work harder.
I yank at his pants, and he struggles, his dark gaze landing on me in a sultry protest. I ignore him and concentrate on getting him naked.
He snarls, but his head is yanked back, and Rose shuts him up with his tongue.
I spread his legs wide and pull Rose’s pants down so they are naked, ass to groin. So fucking hot. I reach down between legs, stroking alpha and omega flesh, not even looking at what I’m touching, just watching their faces.
Rose moans, frowning. But Pix’s hips arch, grinding his ass into Rose, and I know that I’ve won.
Slick glistens, and Pix’s cock almost drips with it.
I lick my lips, watching as Pix sits on his knees on the bench so he’s poised over Roseland.
By kneeling over him, he’s still got the control but can also enjoy himself while leaning back against Rose’s chest. We will see about that.
With one wicked smile at me, he impales himself in a fast move that tears matching groans from their throats.
“Oh, fuck!” Rose cries out.
“Hush, my pets,” I whisper, watching the way they move. It’s like a dance, but so erotic. I love watching them in the light of day. “So, what do you think? Shall we amp this up?”
“Huh?” Pix says, trying to blink reason into his eyes.
Rose tears his mouth free and looks at me with crystal clarity. “Do it.”
I do a quick dance of pure excitement and then drop to my knees. I grip Pix. He had his head turned, kissing Rose, but at my touch, he tears himself free, looking down at me between their legs.
“What?”
I stroke hard and then slowly bring the tip of him to my lips.
“I’m going to make you pay!” Pix snarls at me as he surges up into my mouth.
I giggle around his cock, then suck hard as he withdraws, chasing Rose’s cock as it withdraws.
“Focus, Rolly, I’m going to grade you later,” Rose growls and yanks on Pix’s nipple, causing the omega to gasp.
“He’s so pretty with all the ink everywhere,” I whine.
And he is. The colours and intricate designs, he’s like a patchwork quilt, a piece of art, a mesmerising painting that I can’t look away from.
“Bond him,” I say to Rose.
“What?” Rose says, gasping.
“It’s time. He needs the last alpha bond. Then he can admit that he loves us. Then he knows that we won’t leave him. That he won’t be abandoned.”
Rose’s eyes blink in shocked understanding. “Is that true, my love? Do you think we’re going to leave you? That I could leave you now, after having you, being with you?”
Pix glares at me, murderous eyes, even as I continue to suckle on the tip of his cock.
“Is it?” Rose growls, his alpha command demanding an answer.
“Yes!” Pix almost shouts. “Yes, I thought you would leave. All of you.”
Rose sinks his teeth into Pix’s ear.
The omega shrieks, going rigid. Cum explodes into my mouth. Rose growls and thrusts up, surprising me by shoving that delicious omega cock into my throat. I swallow and suck as long as I can, and then I pull off, sitting back on my heels, watching the complete undoing of our omega.
He lays in Rose’s arms, panting, knotted, his eyes wild, hair damp with sweat, Rose’s hands stroke over his chest slowly. Possessively.
“I think we need to have a little talk, Daega,” Rose says in a tone of voice that makes me shiver.
“Oh, yeah?” Pix challenges.
Rose brings his hand around and puts it against Pix’s mouth. “Bond me, Omega.”
“Wait, Rose-”
“No more waiting, Daega,” Rose growls. “Bite my hand now.”
I sit back grinning happily as Pix is forced to bond his alpha.
That’s one omega down.
Only one to go.