Chapter 5

chapter 5

. . .

Tyler

M y pack and I were spying on the omega.

We watched Carmen through the window of her home—her apron clinging to her curves as she chopped onions on a cutting board.

I couldn't help but stare at the way her ass jiggled when she moved around the kitchen. It was hard not to admire her, even though I knew I had to keep my distance. The aroma of the food she was preparing wafted through the air, making my stomach growl audibly.

"You hungry, man?" said Jaxon.

"It smells fucking good," I said, unable to shake off the memory of us dancing together earlier. Holding her in my arms wasn’t something I imagined would happen again, but it did.

“She’s fucking beautiful,” Jaxon said. “Why aren’t we making her our omega again?”

“Tyler, why are we here?” Axel asked, breaking my reverie.

“She’s the omega I rejected years ago,” I admitted reluctantly. My pack didn’t know about my past with her .

Jaxon’s eyes widened in shock. “Why the hell would you do that? There’s nothing fucking wrong with her.”

“It was for her own protection,” I explained. “I was going to be a guard for Henry, and he would have taken any omega I claimed.”

“But that’s a risk every pack takes. That’s not good enough,” Axel said, shaking his head.

“Are you regretting it now?” Jaxon questioned, his gaze still fixated on Carmen.

“We’re going to pretend to court her,” I told them. “It’s the only way to keep her safe from Henry. We’ll officially announce it tomorrow when she goes to meet him.”

“So we’re here to tell her this? That we’re going to be her fake pack?” Axel asked. “When we could have been her real pack?”

“It’s too late to fix the past,” I said. “But I can protect her now.”

I walked around the house toward the front door and paused before ringing the doorbell. The more time I spent around her, the more I wanted to hold her.

To kiss her. To knot her.

But it couldn’t happen .

I rang the doorbell, and after a couple of seconds, Carmen opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight of me. Before she could slam the door shut, I jammed my boot between the door and the threshold.

“What do you want, Tyler?” she snapped, clearly not happy to see me, her breasts heaving through the apron with how hard she was breathing.

“I have an idea you might want to hear,” I said slowly.

“What idea?”

“It’s an idea to keep you safe from Henry,” I said simply, and she finally relented, allowing us into her home. As the door closed behind us, Carmen rushed back into the kitchen .

“I hope I didn’t burn the onions,” she cried out as she stirred the pot furiously.

My eyes were glued to her ass, jiggling beneath her apron as she continued to stir the red sauce. Tearing my gaze away, I started taking deep breaths to calm my erection, which was waiting to burst through and knot this omega.

Leaning against the counter, I watched her, my heart pounding in my chest. As she looked up at me, her cheeks flushed pink when our eyes locked, but there was something in her gaze—like a guilty look I couldn’t shake off.

“Are you hiding something?” I asked, unable to shake the feeling that she was keeping a secret from me.

“No,” she replied, her voice defensive. “Why would you think that?”

“Just…a feeling,” I muttered, though I couldn’t help but wonder what she was hiding. I wasn’t imagining things, and I knew her even though it had been years.

“Tyler, why are you here?” Carmen asked, her voice guarded as she stirred the pot on the stove.

“Well,” I began, trying to keep my tone calm, “like I said, I have an idea to keep you safe.”

Carmen’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of idea?”

“Maybe we could pretend to court you so that Henry sees you have a pack interested in you.”

She turned her head away sharply, focusing on adding layers of cheese to the casserole-type dish she was making. There were tears in her eyes, and my chest ached, not knowing how much pain my past rejection had caused her.

“I’m not interested in your idea. It’s too painful, and I don’t like that,” she finally whispered.

I nodded, understanding the toll my rejection had taken on her. Swallowing hard, I asked, “Why haven’t you mated with a pack yet? ”

“None of your concern,” she retorted, and I silently agreed. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I’m fine,” I replied, even though my stomach growled slightly.

“Hell yeah, I’m hungry,” said Axel, and I glared at him, annoyed. I wanted to leave immediately after my proposal, but now we would need to stay for dinner.

“Food will be ready soon,” Carmen said with a smile at Axel.

Carmen

I wanted nothing more than for Tyler and his pack to leave my home. Since my tiny house didn’t have a dining table, they ate in the living room. The house was quiet for a bit as they dug into their food. I sat on a single chair across from them, a plate in hand. The casserole tasted good but a little salty. I wondered if the pack noticed.

“Carmen, this food is amazing,” said Jaxon as he slurped up a giant bite.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’m glad it’s not too salty for you.”

“Oh no, it’s great,” said Axel.

My mind drifted to the upcoming meeting with Henry, and I grew increasingly nervous. Tyler caught my preoccupied expression.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked. He seemed to know instantly when something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell him that I was leaving this alpha compound forever.

“Henry wants to see me tomorrow,” I said, giving him half the truth so he would back off.

“I’m coming with you,” Tyler said.

“Fine,” I said, knowing this would be the last time I would see him or his pack. It didn’t matter to me either way, since Logan promised to help smuggle me out of here as soon as possible.

“We can help you with the dishes since you cooked all the food,” said Axel, and Jaxon nodded. Jaxon took my empty plate, and they started to tidy up the kitchen after I had made a huge mess while cooking dinner.

“Oh wow, thank you,” I said, watching how quickly they were moving. I decided to take a break and text Logan not to show up tomorrow morning since Tyler was going to go with me to Henry’s.

I quickly typed out a message for Logan while in my bedroom, but just as I hit send, a sudden presence at the door caught my attention. I turned to see Tyler, his piercing green eyes filled with longing. My heart pounded in my chest, the pain of our past mingling with the magnetic pull between us.

We moved toward each other slowly, drawn together as the sound of dishes rattled in the kitchen.

Our gazes locked, and the air around us crackled with desire.

We were inches apart, our lips about to meet, when he pulled away abruptly, causing a sharp sting of rejection to pierce through me once more.

“We’re leaving now,” Tyler said in a serious tone. “I’ll be here tomorrow morning.”

“Okay,” I replied, hating how my voice squeaked with vulnerability. He turned, leaving me feeling aroused and my heart racing.

I sank to the carpeted floor, exhaustion washing over me.

My body still burned with desire from being so close to Tyler. My pussy throbbed, and I was a quivering mess as I lifted my skirt as soon as I heard the front door slam closed.

I couldn’t help it as I started touching myself to relieve some of the ache that he arose. It had been awhile since I felt these feelings.

I moaned softly as I circled my pussy with two fingers, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. My pussy clenched, slick coating my fingers as my pleasure built. I closed my eyes, wanting to drown in pleasure and relax.

“Need some help with that?” Jaxon’s voice interrupted. My eyes flew open, and I screamed as I closed my legs, mortified that he had seen my pussy.

“I thought you all had left,” I gasped, blushing furiously. I couldn’t believe he had witnessed that.

“I was just finishing up the dishes. But if you’d like, I could finish you off too... with my mouth.” His words sent a jolt of arousal through me.

“Y-your mouth?” I stuttered, my heart pounding so hard it felt as though it might burst from my chest.

“Yep. I just need a taste.” He ran his fingers along my knees, the warmth of his touch seeping through the thin fabric of my skirt. I wanted his hands to travel under my skirt, but I was too scared to say it.

“Why?”

“Because I’ve been smelling you all day. Your arousal makes us all aroused,” he explained.

“Oh, moons .”

“Are you a virgin?” he asked, his hazel eyes intent on mine.

“Yes,” I whispered softly, and he smiled.

“So, may I taste?”

“Yes,” I said, in the mood and not willing to throw him out just yet until he made himself useful.

As soon as I gave my answer, Jaxon lifted my skirt to reveal my exposed, quivering pussy beneath. I couldn’t believe I was allowing this to happen, but I was aching for his touch.

If someone had told me that I’d be sitting here with an alpha’s head between my thighs, I would have called them insane.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Jaxon murmured, pressing gentle kisses on my inner thighs. His lips felt warm and soft, sending shivers up my spine. I moaned in delight as he chuckled lowly. “You’re so responsive. I love it.”

I had never been eaten out by anyone before, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.

As Jaxon’s mouth trailed upward to my pussy, he planted soft kisses all around it, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. The wet sounds of his lips connecting with my flesh made my cheeks flush with heat.

“Your pussy is so pretty, little omega,” he praised, making me blush even more. His words only spurred slick to drip from my core, and he noticed. “Mmm, look at you dripping on the rug.”

He began licking my pussy, teasing my entrance with the tip of his tongue before moving up to suck my clit. I gasped and moaned, gripping the carpet as pleasure coursed through me. His tongue swirled around my clit, sucking gently yet firmly, and I could feel the pressure building within me.

“Good girl, open up for me,” Jaxon encouraged as I allowed my legs to fall open wider. His praise sent a warm glow through my chest, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back another moan. I felt vulnerable, basking in the attention he was giving me. My fingers dug into the carpet, and my back was flush against the bed as I sat on the floor.

My heart pounded when he wrapped his large hands around my ankles, holding my legs wide open for him.

He looked up at me, his hazel eyes filled with hunger as he continued to suck the slick from my pussy. His tongue swirled around my clit faster and faster, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

“Jaxon, oh god... please don’t stop,” I panted, my entire body trembling with need. The sensation of his mouth on me was indescribable, an all-consuming fire that threatened to burn me alive.

“I need to drink. Come for me, baby,” he urged, his voice muffled by my drenched folds. “I want to taste you.”

With one final, intense suck on my clit, I shattered.

My orgasm took over, leaving me breathless and shuddering. Jaxon didn’t let up, greedily lapping at my juices as I rode out my climax.

“Oh my god,” I groaned when he finally lifted his head with a wicked grin.

“Well, that was delicious,” Jaxon said, licking his lips, his eyes intense as he gazed at my face. I quickly scrambled to pull my skirt down as he watched.

“That’s not happening again,” I said, getting up and pointing at the door. “You better not tell a soul about this.”

“Do you really think they won’t smell you off me?” he asked with a wink. Then he strolled casually out the door before I could stop him.