25. Mila
Chapter twenty-five
Mila
I check in at the hotel quickly. Then I go up the elevator to my room, slam the keycard onto the reader, and shut the door.
Thank God. Anything to get away from that house.
It's not that I didn't want to stay, but I just couldn't stand to be around Oliver. Not when he smelled and sounded so delicious, and I could only imagine what wondrous things were going on inside that nest.
Fuck. I need a cold shower.
Right now.
Thank goodness for all the air conditioning in this hotel. At least Gryphon sent me to a nice one. That was kind of him.
I bet he just couldn't wait to get rid of me. It's as he said: my being in the house would only be 'problematic'.
Oliver's heat needs to go smoothly, and I would only makes things worse for him.
He doesn't need me. Not when he has three alphas.
What could I do for him?
I rush to the shower and turn the dial to cold. Now I stand under the stream, slipping my fingers between my legs as I circle my clit, biting my lip.
Images of Oliver getting knotted by Lachlan and Barret fill my mind.
Barret takes him from behind, while Lachlan goes for his mouth, and the blissed-out expression on Oliver's face is enough to fucking undo me.
I scream out my release, grateful for the soundproof tiles in the bathroom, coming all the way down my finger.
My imagination isn't done with me just yet.
Now I see Gryphon coming to Oliver's rescue. After all, he will need all of his Alphas with him for his heat.
The two of them will make up, and once Lachlan unlocks his knot from between Oliver's lips, Gryphon will take over.
Gryphon wipes the cum dripping from Oliver's plump lips, then tips his chin, fire burning deep inside his burgundy eyes as he smirks at his obedient Omega.
Oliver loosens himself from Barret's knot, laying down flat on his stomach as he presents for his Alpha. Then Gryphon smacks his ass, and I come all over again, hating myself for picturing these explicit images.
It's the only way I can relieve myself.
I have never been so horny in my life. My pussy is tender and swollen, and I wish I had someone to relieve the pain.
Gryphon finally knots Oliver inside my head, and the pure rapture on Oliver's face sends me over the edge yet again.
If only I could be watching them for real.
But I am not allowed inside the nest.
I never will be.
I lean against the tiles, trying to catch my breath.
The cool water isn't enough to remove the heat from my skin. I am still hot, still irritated, and sensitive to the touch.
What the hell is going on with me?
Finally, I switch off the shower and climb out. Then I stand over the sink, gazing into the mirror.
My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes are black and round with lust. My heart is pounding through my chest, and the room spins.
Holy shit. What am I going to do?
I have never felt like this before, and it can only mean one thing…
I need to fuck.
Now.
Anyone.
I'm pretty sure this hotel will have a bar.
But do I really want to lose my virginity to some rando I met at a shitty hotel bar?
Regardless of the costs, it's got to be better than this…
So long as he is Beta. I should be okay.
But out here, in Alpha territory? I highly doubt it.
It's not an Alpha's knot I want. It's Oliver.
My sweet, sweet Oliver. The one who painted my room blue and made me honey lattes.
I move out of the bathroom, opening my suitcase. I don't have any dresses at all. I am not a girly girl.
I have never had the option to be girly. I was trained as a soldier for most of my adult life, but I do own one glitzy halter-neck top and a pair of skin-tight jeans.
Hell knows why, considering I never had the opportunity to wear them. I never went out dancing with the class back at the academy.
I never had any friends.
I dry my hair quickly, letting it fall loose down my back like a waterfall. Then I put on the top and the jeans.
I own one pair of heels. Again, something I bought on the off chance that I may one day get invited to go out dancing with the class.
Maybe one of the guys would sweep me off my feet.
They never did. They were all assholes who used to laugh at me from behind my back.
The girls were just as bad if not worse.
Finally, I gaze into the mirror, applying some lipstick to my lips. Then I make my eyes pop with mascara and leave the room.
I don't have foundation, but luckily, my skin is flushed and clear tonight, so I don't need any.
That means my freckles get to be on display.
I soon find the bar and order a vodka shot.
I don't drink at all, but I am going to need the shot if I hope to get through tonight.
Hopefully, someone at this bar will be willing to go back to my room with me.
That's when I spot him. Alpha in a business suit.
He will do.
I saunter over to his table, trying my best at what I hope is a flirtatious smile.
But his sleazy, slimy smirk makes me want to abort this plan and run back up to my room.
Do I really want to do this?
"Hey there, beautiful. You looking for a friend tonight?"
I don't answer. I just grab his drink and swig it back. I almost balk.
What the hell was that? Rum?
Ugh.
He seems amused by my antics, and now he proceeds to order us both drinks. I get another vodka shot while he orders more of that gnat's piss.
I barely even remember his name as we talk. Because it is not important.
All I want is his dick.
I will stop before he has a chance to knot me.
An hour later, we're tumbling into my room, with me all wrapped around his waist as we suck each other's faces.
Then we're on my bed. He's removing his shirt.
I lean on my elbows, keeping my clothes on.
I am not quite ready to take them off yet.
He fumbles with the clasp of my bra, but I bat his hand away, hoping he gets the message.
But he's persistent, determined that he is going to see my breasts tonight.
"Come on, just one glimpse…"
I try to laugh it off. "Not just yet…"
He starts to get impatient. Now he growls, and I freeze, my heart splitting in two.
Shit. I never saw this through. There is a good chance that his Alpha bark may actually work on me.
If all my deepest fears and insecurities do turn out to be true.
Time to end this before it gets ugly…
"I want you to leave."
Fuck boy doesn't leave. He just sneers, showing me his crooked teeth. His eyes flash.
I speak a little louder. "I don't think you quite heard me. Leave. I have changed my mind."
His growl deepens, and fear thrums through my veins.
One way or another, this Alpha is going to try and get me naked tonight.
"No. Take off your—"
His voice cuts off before he can finish his sentence.
I am squeezing his balls, and if he doesn't leave this hotel room soon that Gryphon oh so kindly paid for, then I will make it so that he won't ever be able to bear any children.
I may be a sprite in comparison to his sheer size, but I am trained in combat.
I bet fuck boy didn't expect me to bite back.
Or yank on his balls, for specifically.
Now I pull out my hunting knife, and the fear dances inside his eyes when he spies the glint of steel. "F-fuck… I-I'm sorry… I… I will…"
I squeeze his balls a little bit tighter, reaching up to his eye level. I look him straight in the eyes.
Fuck my training. I am going to teach this Alpha his place.
"Get. Out."
He wails as I guide him out of the hotel room by his balls, keeping my shiny knife plain in sight.
Sweat drips down his face, and I bet he regrets coming back to my hotel room with me tonight.
This sweet little china doll just happens to be a psycho.
When I open the door, I yank his balls closer, glaring up at his face. "By the way, no means fucking no, asshole. Now get out of my sight!"
I push him out the door, then lock up. I hear him on the other side, cursing under his breath as he rushes down the hall.
He left his shirt on the floor.
I will have to dispose of it to remove his vile scent.
He smells like burned car tire.
Now that I've sobered up enough, I opt for a second shower to remove that Alpha's stink off me. Then I go to bed, grabbing some extra pillows and blankets from the closet to make my own little nest.
May as well make myself at home here.
For it will be my home for the next few days.