27. Ella

Chapter twenty-seven

Ella

" A benefit?"

Brody fusses as he searches my closet, and I have no idea what he's looking for. It still smells of us and I blush when I recall what he did to me in there earlier.

It's a moment I will never forget.

"That's right! This will be the perfect opportunity for you, Ella, to show the world you are more than just a Rogue."

"O-oh… that's good, I suppose. What's a benefit?"

I wring my fingers, shame cutting through me as I ask the embarrassing question.

There is much of this world I need to learn.

"It's a ball to raise funds for charity."

My heart pounds. "A b-ball? Like in… Cinderella?"

The Omega beams as he continues searching the closet. "That's right! You're going to be the perfect Cinderella, Ella. Ha, it rhymes!"

It does. It was the reason why I chose the name.

Because I wanted to become Cinderella myself someday, and it looks like I may just get my chance.

Brody pushes aside the final garment. There's nothing in that closet save for a few old coats I don't even think the pack wears anymore.

Their scents have long since faded.

"That's odd. There's not a dress to be found in here whatsoever. Do you not have any clothes?"

My voice dies in my throat.

No. I don't. I've mostly been wearing Brody's old shirts.

Finally, I shake my head.

"So, you're telling me the guys never thought to buy you clothes when they took you on? Not even a set of PJs?"

I have no idea how to respond.

Besides, where has he been these last few days?

He sees how they treat me.

They hate me.

They wouldn't dream of getting me a dress in fear of upsetting Brody, and I don't blame him. The last thing I want to do is steal his thunder.

The Omega is furious as he yanks out his phone and my heart pounds.

I step closer. "What are you doing?"

"Calling Felicia. She's getting you a custom-made dress."

My heart pounds. "No! Don't do that! She will take you away."

"She won't. Theo promised she wouldn't anymore now that we have Gryphon backing us. We're a part of his Rogue Rehabilitation Regime, so now the Academy can't do shit."

"Still. It's not worth the risk."

"It's fine. Ella. Oh, hi, Felicia…"

My heart pounds as he speaks to that Beta at last, and I have no choice but to bite my lip and wait.

I hear her bright, perky voice on the other end. "Anything for you, Brody…"

He smiles. "Thanks, Felicia."

He hangs up and looks at me. "Good news, Ella. You're getting a dress."

My feet cave and I almost pass out. Brody is there in seconds, holding me up. "It's okay, Ella. I am going to ensure you look perfect. It just so happens I have hair and makeup skills. That's if you want me to do your hair and makeup?"

I'm still processing everything as I gaze into his eyes. "S-sure."

He shrugs. "Not that the skill is of any use to me, but it was one of my mandatory classes back at the Academy."

I sit on my bed as I try to come back to my senses.

I am going to wear a dress. At a ball.

It doesn't seem real.

"Of course, in hindsight, I'm glad I took the class. Because now I get to use my skills on you."

He steps closer and grips my chin, and his eyes dart across my face. "Damn, you have one perfect face for makeup, Ella. Those eyes. So big."

"I… I do?"

"Yeah. Those other Omegas will be eating their hearts out. I can't wait to show you off!"

I can't help but giggle right along with him as he pulls out a large box of makeup.

He looks at me. "The Academy sent it over after I joined the pack as a gift. 'Congrats on finding your pack.' Not that there's anything wrong with makeup, but it's just not my thing, you know."

That's understandable.

A devilish grin takes over his cherubic face. "But that's okay. Because it can be your thing, Ella."

My head spins.

I never got the chance to be a girly girl.

Taken far too young.

I did watch princess movies once. Maybe at one point, I was more in touch with my feminine side.

"Come on, let's practice."

Brody pours out the contents of the bag, and now he spreads various cosmetics across the bed.

I never knew there were so many shades of lipstick.

Brody starts mixing several eyeshadows and grabs a brush, sweeping it across my eyelids. "This smokey color is really going to make your eyes pop, Ella. I just know it."

"Oh. Okay."

I put all my trust in him now. He's the expert, of course, as he picks out neutral shades like chocolate, taupe, and onyx, then gets to work.

Now he grabs an angled brush and begins at the outer edges of my eyes, and he's so focused on his task. Then he grabs another small brush (so many brushes) and applies the same shade on my lower lash line.

We're so close. We're almost within kissing distance again, and my heart pounds as I gaze at his perfect Cupid's bow.

Brody has a prominent groove running down his top lip, the perfect shaft for Cupid's arrow.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks, blending my eyeshadow.

I swallow and my cheeks burn once again.

"That… that you have really pretty lips…"

He stops, lowering the makeup brush. A small smirk tugs at his mouth. "Really?"

I nod. "Your Alphas are very lucky, Brody. I don't blame them at all for hating me. You're just too hard to resist."

His big brown eyes widen, and just when I thought they couldn't look any more guileless.

Then he makes a strange sound and it almost resembles an Alpha's growl.

"Forget about them, Ella. In the end, it's what I want and I choose you. Unless they want to lose me, then they're just going to have to accept the fact that I want you around."

Something comes over me and now tears gather in my eyes.

"Hey, don't cry. You'll ruin your makeup…" He chuckles. "Just kidding."

He smiles warmly, and I stop crying when I spy that handsome grin.

It's just for me after all.

"I don't deserve you, Brody. You're so nice to me. I have done bad things…"

"And I don't care. Look, I've lived a pretty sheltered life from the day I perfumed. I may not know a lot but I know a bad person when I see one."

His words are too much, and now I wrap my arms around myself.

"Come. Forget about them. It's all about you, Ella."

He returns to my makeup. He even applies primer and foundation and even picks a beautiful red for my lips.

I've never had red lips before.

Once he's finished, he steps back and just stares at me for a while.

"Fuuckk…"

My face sweats and I don't want to ruin the makeup. "What?"

Brody doesn't have to speak. His cock does the talking for him, and I gasp when I spy the bulge sticking out in his pants.

"Shit."

He covers his manhood then turns away from me, and now an adorable shade takes over his face.

I can't help but be worried. "What's the matter?"

"H-have a look for yourself," he breathes, his voice husky as he points at a mirror.

Heart hammering, I get up from the bed to do as he instructs, and I freeze when I see the beauty staring back at me.

That's not me.

It can't be.

But why do tears slip from my eyes the longer I gaze at her?

No longer do I look like a disheveled little gremlin, but someone worth looking at.

My eyes truly pop now, and Brody was right. That smokey eyeshadow has done wonders.

My skin is dewy and translucent as the foundation complements my skin tone, and my lips…

They're firetruck red.

They've never looked so sexy.

Could that be why Brody was aroused just now?

I'm too afraid to touch my face for fear of ruining his work, and he is a true artist.

He took an ugly canvas and turned it into something beautiful.

Though Brody tells me I am beautiful with or without makeup. But if it makes him look at me the way he did just now, I'll take it.

Makeup should only enhance what you've already got.

As he told me.

"I… look so beautiful…" I gasp, staring at my face.

"Y-yeah… " he chokes, keeping his body angled away from me.

I look around at him and smile. "You're amazing. Brody. I actually look like a princess."

He laughs, "Princess? Try goddess…"

His comment takes me by surprise, and I blush beneath all the layers of makeup.

"That's a good thing, trust me. A goddess shits all over a princess. You should have called yourself Aphrodite."

Silence passes between us, and I have no idea how to take the compliment.

Men have objectified me my whole life, but when Brody does it, something awakens inside me. His sour cherry is laced with lust, and I step closer.

"Are you all right?"

"I… no… Would you hate me, Ella, if I told you that I wanted to fuck your mouth?"

My nipples peak and then I start gasping for air. "No… not at all…"

"It's just that shade on your lips. I never thought the color red would make me so aroused."

Finally, he faces me, and his dick is fully erect. It pushes at the seam of his pants, desperate for freedom, and that looks painful.

I meet his full-blown eyes. "Then… fuck my mouth."

His jaw drops and nothing happens for a few moments as he just gazes at me in shock.

Then he has me on my knees before him as he fumbles with his pants and frees his cock, and I get an eyeful at last.

He's pretty big, and his weeping head is red and swollen.

I lick my lips.

I want to stain his cock with my lipstick.

Brody grips my cheeks and slips his cock into my mouth, rocking his hips.

I often heard the guards discussing how they would like to see their cocks inside my mouth, but I want to see what Brody's cock looks like inside mine.

So, I turn to the mirror, and holy shit…

He looks good in my mouth.

I suck my cheeks in, then move my mouth up and down his cock, taking him all the way to the base, and it doesn't take him long to come.

He grips fistfuls of my hair as his body trembles, and I don't look away from his beautiful brown eyes the whole time.

His cock tastes amazing as sour cherry fills my mouth, and I could stay this way forever.

He comes a second time, and when he finally finishes off inside me, he pulls out, my lipstick staining his shaft.

Brody wipes his cum from my lips, and it seems my lipstick is thoroughly ruined.

But it was worth it.

Finally, he scoops me up, pushing all the makeup off the bed. They clatter to the ground. Some even break.

But he only cares about me as he lays me down and throws the quilts over us, creating a fort of some kind with various pillows.

Then I shut my eyes, falling asleep in his arms.

It's the first time I've used the bed, but I'm not afraid anymore.

Besides, he cages me in his warm arms, and I have never felt so safe.

I never want to leave his arms again.