Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

DAMON

M y middle brother lets the alpha haze take over him, and he looks lighter for it. The darkness that typically weighs his body down is gone, and in its place is a sucking, nipping, fucking machine.

Not a bad thing when you’re wrapped in the scent of cookies with frosting.

Bending to kiss Adira, I dominate her mouth. I need to make sure that what I felt is real. Denial is a river that I no longer can afford to drink from. The full force of her scent and arousal hits me, making me snarl, “Mine.”

Jed breaks away from Morris, startled. “Holy fuck,” he whispers.

Ignoring him, I continue to kiss my scent match as Kane burrows himself in Adira’s pussy. Should I feel jealous? I don’t.

I’m sure I’ll be between her legs sometime soon. For now, I want to see what she looks like when she comes.

“Please,” she gasps. “Knot, fuck, more knots. Alpha!”

“Shhh. You want to be my very good girl, right?” I soothe, lips gracing her warm skin. “Come on my brother’s face. I want to watch you explode. Then you can have a knot.”

Kane growls, sucking harder on her clit, adding his fingers to her thin ones buried in her wet pussy.

“There, you’re getting help,” I croon. “Rock your hips, feel how good he feels.”

I’ve had sex exactly once, so I don’t know where this advice is coming from, but my words work. All I want is to ease her. The fog stays away from me for now, and I try to promise myself that I can keep myself in check.

Jed drops to his knees by her head, stark naked. He’s stripped, surprising me with his speed. Tapping his weeping penis crown on her forehead with a smirk, he smiles as Adira twists to reach it.

“Do you want his cock?” I ask her softly. I wait for jealousy of any nature to hit me, but it doesn’t. This is my pack for good or bad, and I trust them. I know biology is a wild thing, so all I can do is ride this out. Later, I’ll look closer at it all.

“Yes, Alpha, need,” she whines.

Kane grabs her hips, flipping her so fast, we all gasp as she catches herself on her hands and knees, mouth open and leaning forward to suck on Jed's angry red tip. Eyes rolling, he groans as he sinks his fingers into her rich chestnut hair.

“Fuck, I’m gonna knot your throat. You’re fucking made for me, little omega. You’re so hot, so perfect. Take it all,” Jed insists, thrusting his cock down her throat.

Morris’ eyes stay on Adira’s throat as it bulges with his alpha’s cock in awe. Kane spreads her cheeks wide, lapping at her slit as she gushes with slick. Adira lost her rhythm as she finger fucked herself earlier, so Kane pushes his fingers back inside of her as he eats her pussy.

The movement pushes her further onto Jed’s cock, and even I have to admit she looks beautiful as her eyes water. No panic fills my chest right now, only the need to fuck her. I’m still wondering if it’ll change when I’m inside of her. Trauma, even the dark shit, colors my actions. I won’t let it make me weak, or allow me not to tease my omega.

Brushing my hand down her back, I growl in her ear as she starts to come on Kane’s face.

“So beautiful,” I purr, surprising myself. I don’t think I’ve ever purred in my life. They say when you find your omega everything changes. I can’t think about what that means right now for our work with my dad. He doesn’t have any place in this room as Adira cries out and shivers.

“Demon, come here,” Kane murmurs, coating his fingers in her slick before cleaning them up. “You should fuck her first. Nothing else should matter except being inside of her.”

“My omega,” I growl. The rest of my clothes practically melt off of me as I move to her.

Jed’s muscles cord in his arms as his fingers tangle in her hair. “Fuck,” he mutters as he watches me. “Fuck, we’re so fucked. Deal with it… after. She’s nothing like what we thought. There’s something wrong, but Adira is perfect. Nothing like… your first time. Sorry we forced you.”

His trouble speaking says volumes about how he’s feeling, because Jed is always precise in all things. With his job, he has to be. He never apologizes, every decision has to be the right one because he’s the head of our pack. Every decision is life or death. Instead, his curls are plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed, and he can’t string a sentence together as the little omega sucks him down like her favorite dessert. The scents of cedar, leather, strawberry shortcake, frosting, and Morris’ heady chocolate should be overwhelming in the room. Yet, they all swirl together perfectly.

Jed’s trying to make amends for giving me the drug to make my cock hard for my first time. I’ve never been interested in sex before, and I wasn’t when I was eighteen either. Apparently I needed the right omega to make my knot so swollen the haze plays at the corners of my eyesight. It doesn’t scare me as I drag the tip of my weeping cock through her core though.

Adira drenches it perfectly, and I can feel it running down to my knot. I should be thrown into a fit, scared by the prospect of losing control, but instead I grip her hips and watch my crown disappear into her tight cunt.

Groaning at how tight she is, I think about how this is probably her first time. I want to make it good for her, even if what led us here is fucked up. Everything is so fucked. Reaching around, I rub her clit, eyes rolling as she tries to force more of me inside of her. Her cunt is sucking in my cock.

I don’t know if this is an omega thing, but she’s a greedy little one.

“Such a perfect girl,” I purr, my chest vibrating as I give her what she wants. Her pussy constricts around my cock, and Adira makes a noise that makes my dick twitch. It's animalistic and demanding, so I rock my hips, forcing her cunt to take more.

“Keep going, she fucking loves it,” Jed praises. Tears run down her face, but he catches them on his fingers. The low light makes them look as if they’re sparkling and Morris jerks forward, grabbing his alpha’s hand to suck them off his fingers, deep throating them.

Adira’s small hand curls in Morris’ pants, and he looks down, popping off Jed’s fingers. “I don’t have a knot for you, little one,” he chuckles. “You look so beautiful with your cheeks hollowed out and stuffed full of your alpha’s cock. Sink down deeper, let him gag you with it. I want to watch.”

As I bottom out in her pussy, I marvel at how she relaxes under his words before doing exactly what he tells her. The little omega likes to be praised. I think we can do that.

Kane lays on his back under Adira, wiggling until her tits are bouncing over his face. Leaning up, his stomach muscles contract in some sort of sex crunch as he sucks on her breast. Palming his cock, he strokes himself as he tortures the pretty little omega.

“You’re being taken care of so well, Baby,” I murmur as my hips piston. Adira is caught in our web, moaning and crying out as we push her closer to release. Massaging her skin, I can feel her heat riding her. It may as well be a living, breathing thing for how it makes us all dance to her bidding.

Jed shudders, pulling back until his cock pops out of her mouth. I don’t know how I know, but instincts have me tapping Kane’s leg before I pull her away. Whining, he watches as Jed strokes his cock as I wrap my tattooed fingers around her neck. Adira leans into her new necklace, laying her head on my shoulder as she bounces on my cock.

“Gonna knot you,” I warn.

Jed wants to mark her with his cum, but I need to be deeper inside my pretty pink pussy. My hand squeezing on her hip in a way that makes me know she’ll be wearing a different set of marks, I thrust up into her. My knot bumps against her opening, teasing both of us.

“Knot, bite, please, please, Alpha,” she screams, out of her mind. I shouldn’t, the darkness is too close, but I lick up her neck as my teeth tease her.

“Take it, it’s yours,” I promise as Jed starts to come. I can’t bring myself to care as ropes of cum hit her breasts, stomach, and where I’m connected with Adira.

Her pussy begins to pull in my knot, making me growl as she takes me completely. Adira whimpers at the stretch, so I distract her with a filthy kiss. I can hear someone licking and sucking on her tits, moaning at the taste of cum combined with the sweet flavor of frosting, and know it can only be Morris.

Groaning as her pussy locks around me, it’s like nothing I ever thought. Her warmth comforts me, she feels safe. Maybe it’s because of this that the haze takes over me and I squeeze her throat as Kane feeds her his pierced cock.

“Such a good girl, choke on my cock like a good little omega,” he croons as Adira comes again around my knot.

Playing with her clit, my voice surprises me when I speak again. It’s deeper than usual, a feral growl as I give into the alpha haze. I can feel a rut coming on as I fuck her with my knot. Adira writhes between my brother and I as Jed and Morris make out while they watch us. Morris has lost his clothes, gasping for my older brother to take his ass.

“You take my knot like a perfect little omega,” I murmur. My words are almost unintelligible, but Adira moans around Kane’s cock. “You’ll be so pretty with my bite. I’ll be able to find you anywhere, no matter what.”

The words feel like a promise as I strike, losing myself to the rut and the alpha haze. As if my rut is catching, Kane snarls and fucks her face harder, and time slips away.

I don’t think of the ramifications as she turns her face away from Kane, and he lets her go with an interested look on his face. He’s processing every move she makes, cataloging what every whine or whimper means. Adira manages to bite down where my shoulder meets my neck as Kane continues to watch me fuck her, coming all over her chin and breasts. Warmth spreads through me before I roar out my own release.

Nothing else matters except her right now. Nothing.

ADIRA

I’m cold. After three days of alphas warming my nest, I didn’t expect to wake up alone. There’s a sting along my neck as I brush my snarled hair back, making me wince. Ow.

Sitting up, the blankets over my body slide down to my waist, and I look around the room. Now that the heat has cleared, I fully expected them to throw me into a basement and leave me. It’s a makeshift nest, but better than I thought I’d get after being chased down and kidnapped from my family home.

Twinkly lights are stapled to the walls, giving the room a gentle glow. There’s also no windows, though the ceiling feels too high. It’s wrong, but beggars can’t be choosers.

The reminder that Dad is dead and I don’t have a home makes me shiver for an entirely different reason. Standing, I walk across the room to find an abandoned shirt. Lifting it, I bring it to my nose to inhale deeply. It smells like strawberries and cream, a scent I’m starting to get to know well. It’s Kane’s, so I decide it’s mine.

Putting it on, I smirk as it hits my knees. It’ll have to be good enough as I investigate where everyone is. Surely, they aren’t still planning to take me to the auction house, right?

Creeping out of the room, I look around as I walk. I’m in a large, finished basement that has central heating. Now that my heat is over, I’m able to think more clearly. I was really out of it and don’t remember who even brought me down here.

Was it Kane? Demon? Or did Jed cradle me in his arms even as he stared at me as if I was a time bomb?

No one is down here, and it’s lonely. It feels so different from the safety I’ve felt for the last few days, even if it was false. My skin feels too tight, my body telling me there’s danger.

There’s nothing down here that’s dangerous, but I know better than to ignore my intuition. The instincts that I ignored while living with my father are coming back online, my mind screaming that it’s for my very survival. Confused, I walk slowly up the stairs, easing up so that they don’t creak.

I can vaguely hear voices beyond the door and wrap my fingers around the knob.

Please, please don’t be right outside the door.

I don’t know why I’m creeping out except that I don’t feel safe. I’m only wearing one mark instead of three. I feel unsettled. I can feel irritation through the bond where Damon is before he locks it down. Something is wrong.

I should have three alpha bites, feel safe, and not be in a house I don’t know. But, I don’t and I’m not, because I’m a silly little omega who went into heat at a terrible time.

Pressing my lips together against a whine, I slowly twist the knob, holding my breath as I do.

“We have to do this,” Jed growls from inside the house. I need to get closer. Leaving the door to the basement slightly cracked, I take stock of where I am. There’s a front door to my left, and then the rest of the downstairs of the house appears to be to my right. “You know how Dad is, guys. We can’t go against him unless we have a plan, and there’s a lot of money that Jeremiah owed him. He wants blood and pain in payment. Otherwise Dad wouldn’t have had us blow up the house.”

Taking a silent breath, I walk slowly to the end of the wall. It feels as if they’ve been at this for awhile, because Jed sounds exasperated. Have they been arguing with him? Isn’t he their boss?

That’s how it feels: if he demands they jump, they’ll ask how high. I get the feeling people don’t deny him what he wants. Except me.

There’s something different about me. I won’t bow down. He can’t control me.

“Dad is texting me for updates,” Demon complains. “I bit her and she claimed me back, Jed. I shut down the bond so that she won’t wake up, and it feels… awful. Angry bees are climbing through my veins, brother. How will I survive knowing that she’s being bought by someone?”

“I’m jealous you can feel her,” Kane says wistfully. “I wanted to bite her, she begged for it, but Jed wouldn’t let me.”

“We already have one heartbroken alpha, I don’t need another,” Jed snarls.

Closing my eyes, I have a hard time processing this conversation.

What is happening? This has to go on the books as the worst post heat in history.

My heart is beating so hard I’m worried they’ll be able to hear it. Turning, I see there’s another exit to the house that most likely leads to the garage. I need to run. Far away.

I feel like the very rabbit Kane calls me. I need to go. I can’t be sold. No.

Leaning around the corner, I can see the alphas and Morris huddled together in the living room. They’re trying to be quiet, but their voices still carry out to where I’m hiding. Morris has frown lines on his brow as he glances at his alphas, and Kane gazes at his brothers in confusion. It must suck to be insane and have a conscience, though I wouldn’t know. Meanwhile, Demon appears to be in physical pain. I can’t believe that he is. If he was, they wouldn’t be talking about this right now. The only one whose actions I trust are Jed. He never lied to me, always told me exactly where I’d end up.

As a sacrifice for my father’s sins.

Alternatively, I notice the things that pull me away from how serious things are. This is clearly a family home. There’s happiness clearly in the living room, even if there are no scents left.

I can smell bleach and cleaner from a housekeeper, which I appreciate for my brief stay here. I think I would have lost my mind if there had been too many scents during my heat. Absently, I gaze at the tinsel all over the Christmas tree, and it would almost make me smile if my life wasn’t such a colossal shit show.

My scent match, my mate, wants to be convinced selling me is the right way. The only way. I can hear it in his voice. He wants to be the perfect soldier.

He’s not going to fight for me. I’m alone. No one wants me.

“We’ll figure it out. You can always find her later,” Jed says callously. My heart breaks as I hear that.

“The pussy was great, the heat intense, but now that we’re unclouded, we need to decide if we’re ready to go against Dad,” Kane says. I can’t see his eyes anymore, but his hair is wild as if he’s been pulling his fingers through it. The confusion I saw moments ago is gone. They’re searching for an amicable decision now. They’re all freshly showered, ready for their next move.

Must be nice. I’m pretty sure I’m still wearing their cum. I can feel it on my skin, and while I would usually be proud of that, I only feel shame. I’m a used omega. Disgusting.

“Do you smell that?” Demon asks, inhaling deeply.

I know my displeasure probably is making itself known, which means it’s time to go. Turning, I run for the garage. I don’t know how far I’ll get in the snow, but I would rather die than go to the auction. Now that I know how a heat can be, I’ll treasure the hazy memories, even if it means it’s my last.

I will do anything to not be at the hands of someone who cares so little about my life. These alphas are showing me I’m a commodity to sell, I was fun for a few hours, but it’s time to throw me away.

Tears run down my face as I burst through the door. They already know I’m here, I don’t have to be stealthy any longer. There are boots on the ground just outside the outer door as if they were waiting for me. Stuffing my feet inside of them and stealing a coat, I throw it on as I run out the door.

The cold steals my breath as I run down the driveway.

“Stop!”

“Adira!”

“Omega!” Jed roars.

“Your bark doesn’t work on me, asshole!” I scream as I run, my feet flying over the pavement. I’m tired of being the perfect little omega. I’m done. I just want to live a quiet life where people aren’t chasing me.

Why couldn’t I go on the courting circuit? What plans did my father have for me that he had to suppress my heat?

I can still feel the memories of the sweat, the slick, the delicious cocks and cum. So much has happened in the last few days. I don’t even know how much time has passed since my house blew up, but there’s piles of snow all around me. The cold is biting at my bare legs, since I couldn’t find pants, but I will be damned if it will keep me from being free.

Even if it’s just free enough to get to the road. At least I tried.

“Adira, stop!” Demon yells. I know they have weapons. I vaguely remember him telling them to hide them away before they undressed, but none of them were in the room when I woke up. They have to be on their person in all the pockets of their delicious pants that ride their hips.

There has to be something wrong with me. I shouldn’t be thinking about stomach muscles that I’ve licked, or skin that I’ve sunk my nails into. Fuck my life. Being an omega is the worst thing ever.

“Why?!” I scream, legs still pumping.

“Because I don’t want to hurt you!” Demon yells back.

This is the longest driveway ever, and their heavy footsteps pound behind me.

“Wait—”

“No!”

A burning pain hits my back that I’ve never felt before, throwing me face first into the snow. I can’t move, all I can do is feel the burn that crawls through my body.

Was I shot?

I struggle to breathe as cold surrounds my face. Someone’s hands gently turn me, allowing me to gasp in a breath. It hurts.

“I’m so sorry, I know it hurts,” Morris says softly, tearing off his shirt. “Hold on, Beautiful.”

Jed’s knees hit the ground beside me, his black eyes wide in horror. “I’m taking your goddamned gun from you, Damon,” he snarls as he helps put pressure on the wound.

Worst of all, Demon opens the blocked bond, and I’m flooded with love and sadness. There’s apologies flowing, but I still don’t know how he shot me.

“I keep telling my sister to fill in that goddamned hole in the driveway,” Morris mutters. “Fuck, fuck…”

“This’ll keep you from having to sell me,” I wheeze, my eyelashes fluttering. “Let… me… go.”

“No,” Demon barks as he drops to his knees with Kane behind him. Kane’s eyes are wide, his chest heaving as he looks down at me.

“We’ll get you fixed up, little rabbit,” he rasps, his shaking hand taking mine. His usually dead green eyes have so much emotion in them that I don’t understand.

It’s all too little, too late.

“I didn’t mean to,” Demon whispers as my eyes droop closed. I don’t know what he didn’t mean to do. Did he not mean to kidnap me? Bite me? Shoot me?

Darkness comes for me, cocooning my body as a big alpha lifts me. I smell leather, and I decide I despise the scent. Trouble comes from this.

I don’t want anything to do with it. I barely feel the jostling from their footsteps, and I wonder if they’ll dump me in the snow to die. My head slips off Jed’s shoulder as my blood leaks all over him. Death wasn’t what I asked for, for Christmas either, Santa.

Twenty-two years on this earth is too short and yet more than enough when everyone in my life has betrayed me. I have no room in my life for mafia men with thick cocks and knots, but it sure made for an interesting heat.

Time slips through my fingers as I lose consciousness, and I wonder if I ever want to wake again.