14 Turner
My lack of sleep let me know a nap might be on the menu later. Still, Jericho was eager for Kit’s arrival. I left a note for Ryatt, informing him that I took Jericho on a walk because he couldn’t sleep again. He wouldn’t put too much thought behind it because I accompanied our Omega.
Waiting in the hall, I had to fix the strap of my sling again from it digging into my neck.
Having so much muscle along my top half made it so the sling didn’t sit quite right in any position.
Jericho bounced around and swung his arms to keep himself more alert than me as another yawn escaped my lips.
Luckily, I was only going for babysitting duty.
Though, it excited me to see Kit again in a less formal setting.
The woman knew I still loved her because she came to me the first second that she could just see it written all over my face.
Speaking of, Kit headed our way in a sports bra and spandex shorts that sat above her naval.
She wore a lavender jacket, but it had been unzipped for us to see her toned tummy.
She put more work into keeping fit, and I hated what our time apart had done to her even more.
When she took notice of me, her eyes were wide before finding Jericho.
He hooked his thumb in my direction with an easy smile.
“He’s coming to play babysitter, so Ryatt doesn’t think anything of it. ”
She waved her hand for us to follow with a nod, staying silent.
She knew how important it was to keep quiet in her home, so we took her lead and wandered down the long hall.
The corridors were all the same, and I knew they did that on purpose for intruders to get lost. The layout of this place worked extremely well, and I wanted to meet this infamous Alpha to learn why he did it.
After walking several minutes, we finally made two rights and a left before she opened the door.
We found ourselves in a sparring room that sat completely empty at this early time.
I knew she did this on purpose because others would be filing in after another hour or so.
Removing her jacket, she handed Jericho a jump rope to warm up with.
It bothered me that I couldn’t do the same thing, but I did notice what bounced in his gray sweatpants with every hop he made.
She then set up some dummies and showed him how to plant his feet while keeping his core tight.
Doing some practice jabs without hitting the dummy, she wanted to watch his form before letting him use it for practice.
For his first time, Jericho handled himself well.
It surprised me because he had never been in a position to know this stuff.
Though, I wondered how much he learned from watching us.
Just because we didn’t let him fight didn’t mean he wasn’t in the room when we had to.
Twenty minutes went by with no problem as I watched her train my Omega.
Sitting on a bench, I kept surveilling their spar and how she taught him to swing at the dummy.
I knew this wouldn’t be a quick thing for him to learn, but she was trying to teach him a few skills in the first session to practice on his own.
I was grateful for those simple moves because it only took one solid punch to help get away from an attacker.
At first, it was cute to watch them get along so well.
I adored viewing both the Omegas working hard together to get mine at a level of comfort when placed in a bad situation.
But then Kit began demonstrating how he needed to grab someone’s throat by taking hold of his.
I knew it was part of the demonstration, but it riled me up to see my Omega being choked.
On my feet in a blazing second, I was going after them to break it up. When Kit noticed my movements, she rolled her eyes and let go of Jericho’s neck. “Turner, I didn’t even grip his throat hard. I’m not going to hurt your Omega.”
Shaking my head and blinking, she could say whatever to me, but it still bothered me nonetheless.
“Why don’t you both practice on me, and you can teach him that way.” It wasn’t a question, and she knew it. Raising her hands in defeat, she waved for Jericho to stand in front of me.
“Just do to him what I just showed you. If you can get their guard down enough to strangle them, always go for the throat.”
“You sound like you have practice with this,” I growled, displeased by how that made me feel.
“We both know what happens to unclaimed females from my neck of the woods.” It was all she said, but it was enough to know that Kit faced what we never wanted for her.
I felt lost as the room went a little hazy.
Had someone hurt her? We did know what happened to females in the trailer park, but we didn’t know who took her or what they did to her.
She began guiding Jericho again to grab my neck, but I was lost in my mind from what she just revealed.
I tried to give my focus back to them, knowing I’d be having a talk with her later about it.
My Omega wasn’t doing a great job, and she could see it.
She could tell by how he lightly took hold of me that it wouldn’t to do much.
Shaking her head, she patted his arm away.
“While I applaud you trying, I’m going to need more from you. You need to look at Turner like he’s your worst enemy. Pretend he’s a Seller, and he’s come to claim you for their auctions. What are you going to do?”
Jericho still felt uneasy, and we could all read how hard this was for him to do even though this hadn’t been the tip of the iceberg for the things I had been tortured through.
Understanding he couldn’t hurt me, she nodded her head and did something I hadn’t expected.
Clamping my throat too hard, she actually restricted the air flow.
She then kicked her leg forward to hook behind my calf, yanking mine out from below me to flatten me on my back.
She executed it so fast, I almost didn’t see her do it until it was too late for me.
Groaning, a thundering pulse of pain found my healing wound.
She knew there would be suffering, but she didn’t mind hurting me to train him.
I was okay with this method because it wasn’t him getting hurt in the practice.
“Change of plans,” she told him. “I’m now collecting him for the Sellers, so what are you going to do about it?
What are you going to do to save him from the pain I’m inflicting?
” Nearly volatile, I had never seen this angle of her before.
Almost as though she wasn’t human, and I hadn’t been prepared to experience version of her.
Like Jericho, she was once a sweet Omega that loved to be adorned on, but that side of her disappeared that she lived in this world.
Jericho came charging at her, trying to knock her off me, but Kit was strong. She moved in a way that hooked her legs around my neck to clamp me as her arms battled him from above.
Even though this was completely for practice fighting, I couldn’t help the way I began feeling with her rear end in my face. Sniffing her sweet scent, I let myself grow aroused by the smell of her pussy as my nose lingered where it shouldn’t. Sweeter than a lemon pie, I wanted a slice.
My mind shut down completely as thoughts of the current situation left me.
Not even the pain flaring in my shoulder could stop my arousal.
Their battle continued as my own began, trying to deny myself what I really wanted.
Lemon and sugar began to drift into my nostrils, reminding me how much I loved Kit’s smell.
The genetic makeup of an Omega created a fragrance that Alphas and Betas would want, but hers was always the death of me.
Jericho had this honeysuckle and cinnamon smell that was to die for with a sage aftertaste.
I had both memorized, but this was the first time I got a whiff of hers again.
Well, from this position. For a female Omega, their typical scent fumigated tenfold between their legs, daring men like me to walk away without having a taste.
It was absolute torture, just like this moment now.
Logic hadn’t come in to notice I craved a taken female.
On top of me, they kept battling each other as she prompted Jericho to do certain moves to handicap her.
Little traces of their words lingered, but I felt my abled hand move up to be near the spot I wanted access to.
Without thinking, I began pinching the globe of her full cheek, pulling it away only to slap against the other.
This fanned her scent into my face even more, making my mouth salivate.
Growling, my leisure play made the two above me pause. I knew Kit stopped because she felt me grab her ass. Jericho comprehending a warning that I was too close to the fire with my growl. Just when Kit tried getting up, Jericho shoved her back down. “Will your Alpha get angry if another uses you?”
“I choose my lovers,” she breathed out.
***
Jericho didn’t waste another second before going between my legs and yanking my sweatpants down for my hard shaft to show. Standing at full mass, I knew it jutted straight up from lying on my back.
There was a deviance in his stare, promising something I didn’t think he’d be ready to commit to. “Then let him taste you while I taste him.”
Before there could be any second thoughts about what we were about to do, Jericho plunged his mouth to suck my dick immediately.
There was no warning or finesse with what he had just begun, and my body jolted from the surprise.
An echo of sounds left my mouth in grunts because it felt good but hit too fast.
“You heard the man,” I wheezed at Kit as she stared aimlessly at my Omega. “Do you still not wear underwear?”