Chapter 13
Hunter
Sophie’s shoulders relax and she steps closer, sending my heart racing.
“I’d be lying if I said I forgive you.” Her words punch me in the gut, but she continues, “But I know you would never intentionally hurt me, just like I’m not trying to intentionally hurt you by rejecting pack life. Let’s try to have the best week we can, okay?”
I nod vigorously, but I’m desperate to ask her why she doesn’t want us.
Why would the universe gift us the perfect omega, only for her to reject us?
Is there nothing we could possibly do to change her mind?
I want to beg or bribe her to not disappear when this is all over, but she cuts off my spiral with a question.
“Why are you naked?”
I plaster on my biggest smile. Now isn’t the time to demand answers from her.
“Well, I didn’t expect you to leave your room today. Alric and Zachary are in a super boring meeting this morning that has nothing to do with my side of things, so I figured while I had the place myself, I’d enjoy it.”
“Aren’t you worried about them seeing your bits?”
I chuckle at that. “We were roommates in college together. We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.
Alphas have far less hang-ups than betas do.
” I leave out the part where alphas are fine with nudity because we know heats require intimate contact and exposure.
It’s just a pack fact that you’ll see another man’s balls.
I’m trying really hard not to look at the way Sophie’s bikini is pushing her tits up, but they’re so spectacular in that pink top.
She laughs, knowing exactly what I’m thinking. “You’re allowed to look at my boobs, you’ve seen them dozens of times.”
My eyes immediately go to her chest, and I know I look like a fool staring at her with a dreamy expression on my face. “They’re just so perfect.”
I’m desperate for her. It was delicious torture being stuck in that chair, watching my friends have all the fun, but fuck, did I love watching every twitch of her body, listening to every moan she made. It was downright erotic watching Alric spread her open so Zachary could consume her.
It might’ve actually unleashed a new kink in me. I never really thought of myself as a voyeur, but there’s something about having a front row seat to your partner’s pleasure at someone else’s hands.
“Did you bring your camera?” I ask.
“I did, I was hoping to get some shots of the island, but I think I need to accept that won’t be happening.”
“Have you always loved photography?”
“Yeah, I got one of those pastel-colored cameras that instantly prints out photos for Christmas one year. I was obsessed. I went through so many sheets in a month that one of my dads bought me a real one.” She lets out a little laugh.
“You were raised in a pack?”
Any joy from the memory dissolves, her lips pursing together. “Yeah, I was.”
Fuck, I struck a nerve.
Here I thought that she didn’t know how amazing pack life could be.
The community, friendship, the sense of safety, and the love that can be found there.
But if she knows exactly what pack life looks like, then something a lot deeper is going on.
I hold back, but I want to tell her whatever her family looked like, if she doesn’t think back on it with happiness, then it’s nothing like ours would be.
She starts to disappear into herself and I can’t stand the pain that her eyes hold. Hoping to keep her engaged, I ask another question. “Did you study photography in college?”
Sophie shakes her head. “My dads hadn’t spoken to me in years when I finally was desperate enough to ask for college tuition.
They would only pay for it if I went to their choice and majored in what they wanted me to study.
My mom would have wanted me to study anything that made me happy, but she couldn’t have helped me pay for it even if she was still alive. ”
The wheels turned in my head. Why wouldn’t her mother have been able to help? Wouldn’t she have had financial access to the pack accounts? Or her own accounts the alphas funded?
She continues. “All my income kind of collapsed at once when she died just before I turned eighteen, but I hadn’t presented as an omega yet, so I didn’t have a lot of financial options.”
That only gave me more questions. Why hadn’t they talked to their own child for years?
Her dads weren’t giving her any financial support at all?
That was deeply fucked. Kids didn’t stop being your kids the second they turned eighteen.
I thought back to her panicked outburst when she discovered we were scent matches, asking if we had kids she didn’t know about.
Fucking hell. Had her dads had a secret family or something?
“What happened after that?” I ask, already knowing I’ll hate her response.
“I didn’t need a degree to shoot weddings or do pregnancy portraits, so I learned everything I could about photography on my own.
After high school, I legally changed my last name and moved on with my life.
I only worked as a photographer for a year.
Once I became an omega, the money came easily.
No need to spend hours editing photos when I could make the same amount on a single date with an alpha desperate for my attention. ”
What types of fuckers don’t support their own daughter enough to let her choose her own path in life? I need to know who this pack is so I can ruin their lives, but that does nothing for her now. Digging deeper seems like dangerous territory, so I stick to safer topics.
“Your work is beautiful. I love opening my phone and seeing that you’ve posted another photo. It’s a gift to experience the way you see the world through your lens.”
That brings out a half smile. “Thanks, Hunt.”
She’s probably heard that so many times from alphas, but I hope she knows it's the truth.
“I mean it. Remember when we went on a museum date six months ago? I don’t remember a single thing we saw.
I spent the whole time watching you. How you took shot after shot until it was perfect.
I loved how you lingered on pieces that the other guests just glanced at.
Then we got ice cream and talked about your favorite works, before I destroyed that ass in bed. ” I wink at the last part.
She laughs. “That was a good date. We always did have fun together.” She steps closer to me, her eyes lowering, taking deep breaths of my alpha scent, and I pull her to my chest.
We can make this a good trip, right?
I know she loves my scent as much as I adore hers.
If she wants it, I’ll give it to her. I haul her up, water splashing as she wraps her legs around my waist. Her nose digs into my throat, and her inhale goes straight to my cock.
I know she can feel it when she giggles and wiggles her hips a little.
“Sorry,” I murmur. When she pulls her head back, her eyes are glossy, her lips parted. “Are you okay?”
She nods slowly. “Yeah, you smell so good. I think I need to be fucked right now.”
I don’t want to get my hopes up. Like she said yesterday, liars don’t get slick.
“I can take you to Alric or Zach. I’m sure whatever meeting they’re in, they’ll be happy to postpone it. Everyone in business knows an omega comes first.”
She shakes her head, her face twisting in pain.
“Faux heat wants you.”
I don’t miss the fact that she says her heat wants me and not her, but I need to make up for what I’ve done and I can start with making her feel better. She loves two things: sex and money, and I’ll give her endless amounts of both if it means I can keep her forever.
“Hunter, now.”
I love how she demands what she wants. I never want to see her timid and afraid again. It nearly wrecked me.
“What do you want, babycakes? You know you can have everything.”
“Fuck me, please, just fuck me,” she says with a hint of a growl.
Oh, my omega wants to play. I quickly walk us over to the steps and she whimpers in my arms.
This faux heat is no joke.
I set her down in the middle of the stairs that lead into the pool, her tits slightly above the water.
Keeping her bikini on, she pulls each triangle of fabric to the side, exposing her nipples to the air.
I dive right in, licking and sucking each one, but I can’t give them the attention they rightfully deserve right now.
She wiggles her hips impatiently, grasping at my cock under the water.
I want to thank her for touching me again, for giving me another chance, but I’ll let my fingers express my gratitude.
I slide the fabric of her bathing suit bottoms to the side, no time to take them off.
She moans at the sensation as my index and middle finger thrust into her, stretching her open for me.
It doesn’t take long to make her come. She’s an omega, and their bodies were designed to experience pleasure.
When I think she’s ready, I strip off her bottoms, line up myself to her divine pussy, and gently thrust into her inch by inch. My eyes roll back at how astonishing she feels wrapped tightly around my cock. The water laps at our skin with the movement, an orgasm building within me.
I lean down, enjoying her kissable lips, our tongues moving as in sync as our hips.
When our kiss finally breaks, she pushes me back, my cock sliding free. Before I can protest, she gracefully rolls over and presents that phenomenal ass up to me. Gifting me with the perfect back view of her pussy. I waste no time, thrusting back into her.
I wish I had more hands so I could touch all of her, leaving no part left unexplored.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
My brain starts to turn fuzzy, and all I want to do is knot her. Pressure builds in my spine with a desperation to seal myself inside of her.
Scent match. Scent match. Scent match.
She breaks apart on a broken scream that echoes around us, the sound calling me to my own release.
The base of my cock throbs, but I know her rule.
No knots.
So when I can’t hold back any longer, I pull out, my cum spraying her round ass. My knot inflates and I grasp it, squeezing out the last of it, enjoying the sight of cum sliding down between her cheeks like it was meant to be there before dripping into the water.
Sorry for coming in your pool, buddy.
She turns over, her expression soft and sated. My favorite version of babycakes.
Before I can ask if Sophie is her real name, she tugs me up to stand on the step that has my cock at her level.
“Let me help you with that,” she says with a sly smile and leans down to suck the tip of my cock, swirling her tongue around the final cum drops. “Such a good boy.”
I nearly come again.
She slips her mouth free and I kneel before her, needing to get closer.
Her legs wrap around my waist and I spin us slowly in the pool while we make out like teenagers in the center of the water.
When my knot finally goes down and her eyes start to droop, I carry her to a lounge chair.
The room is warm thanks to the heated pool, but she still lets me cocoon her up in towels, where she falls asleep almost instantly.
I only want her to be happy.
Why can’t I make her happy enough to stay with us?
“Sounds like someone is having a good morning.”
Alric sets down a plate of pastries and fresh fruit on the small glass table next to her.
I jump up and whisper. “I need to speak to you and Zach immediately.”
“Does this information require you to be naked, or can we put on some pants first?”
No time for pants, shitty pack dad news now.