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14. Juno

JUNO

Juno wasn’t sure if Miles was actually eating his ice cream pornographically or if her hormone-addled brain was seeing it that way. Watching the loaded spoon disappear in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it before he pulled it back out again clean…

She hoped he wouldn’t get any on the corner of his mouth because she would probably hurl herself across the kitchen bench and lick it off him.

Living under Pack Zhao’s repressing surveillance was wholly unconducive to the production of happy hormones. Living her best life, suppressant-free Juno however, was a very different omega.

She kind of got an inkling of what to expect without medication dulling her instincts when she suddenly felt very strongly about expanding her vibrator collection. She’d had her second class with Ari between Isaac’s date and this one. Sitting there listening to him discuss storyboarding commercials while trying not to think about how those expressive hands would feel sliding down her back to cup her ass was increasingly difficult.

Then the twinge of guilt came — she shouldn’t be thinking about Ari this way while she was being actively courted by another pack. It led to her shrinking away and not participating much in class that week.

But here and now, without any moral dilemmas to blue-ball her, was a very different story. Even though they had been scared shitless, the ghost tour had given her plenty of excuses to touch him, inhale his tipsy scent and casually mark him in return. Catching whiffs of her own scent on him was an utter aphrodisiac.

It wasn’t enough that it was on his clothes, she wanted it on his lips, down the smooth planes of his chest, and licked up his cock. She also suspected Miles was not completely oblivious to her thoughts, based on the way his gaze darkened as he watched her.

“You should know that we’ve all been tested for STDs and are clean,” Miles said with infinite casualness.

Her desire flickered out of her body, like a buzzing neon sign dying, leaving her in the misty fog of her past. The last time she had taken an STD test was when she first entered the Omega Village, to check if Pack Zhao had left her with more than their bites. She hadn’t needed another since. It was just a painful reminder that there were things her body seemed to want that her mind wasn’t ready for.

Juno caught a muttered Isaac’s going to kill me for fucking this up before she was pulled against a solid, wonderfully warm chest.

“I’m sorry, Juno, I shouldn’t have pushed.”

“No,” Juno lifted her head. She hated seeing that guilty, distressed look on his face. “Don’t be sorry. I’m realising now that this process is probably a bit like combing a landmine field.”

“If it’s too much or too hard—”

“The last time I took an STD test was after NOC officers rescued me,” she explained, willing her voice not to waver. “I need to do this. I want to do this.” Despite only spending a brief amount of time with this pack, Juno felt like her once black and white life was slowly transforming to technicolour. For the last three years, she had hidden herself away to heal but there were long dormant parts of herself now desperate to live.

An awful thought suddenly occurred to her. “Unless it’s all too much for you?”

“Never,” he replied firmly. “And I don’t need to check with the others to know they would feel the same way.” Miles brushed her hair back off her face tenderly. “Any other triggers we should be aware of?”

Juno thought for a moment before answering quietly. “No barking. No pain of any kind, especially hitting or hair pulling. I don’t like feeling trapped. And don’t ask me to present.”

“God, Juno.” He pulled her even tighter against him. Despite the heaviness of the moment, Juno couldn’t help but recognise how very safe she felt right there in Miles’ arms.

* * *

A quick tour of the house served as a welcome distraction from heavier topics. Some of Miles’ terms went over her head (she was still not convinced mezzanine wasn’t a type of pasta) but she adored how passionate he was about the home. The omega in her was dying to throw cushions on every surface to soften the concrete and industrial feel of the whole house. But she had to concede it was impeccably designed.

Miles’ room was immaculate — whites, greys and textured wood with the barest of matte black accents — but it was also sparse. A crisp white bed sat at its centre and the concrete wall behind had recessed shelving, three rectangular hollows cut into dark grey. There was a floor-to-ceiling window, similar to many others throughout the house. Miles was very insistent that she return during the day so she could see how beautifully the natural light came through.

That wasn’t him fishing for a second date — he sincerely wanted her to see the sun shine through his window. Juno bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

There was probably a wardrobe on the right wall, judging by what looked like inset handles, but Juno could not figure out where it started or ended. Most of the house had a similar colour palette and minimalist design (thankfully with a few more soft furnishings and homey touches) but Miles’ room seemed to take it to the extreme.

“Miles…” Juno took one more glance around the room before turning back to where he stood in the doorway watching her. “I hate it.”

He burst out laughing, hiding a sheepish grin behind his palm. “Yeah it’s pretty much an omega’s nightmare, huh?”

“You have two pillows and they’re purely functional.” Juno was scandalised.

“Isaac and Everett said I could do whatever I wanted in my own room. I designed this in a 3am fever dream after they made me make a bunch of changes to my original vision for the house. Which I’ll only admit to you would’ve been a nightmare to live in. But god, the design awards it could win,” he said, his eyes growing distant and dream-like.

Juno slapped her forehead with a huff of laughter. She wandered over and examined the books — a mix of sci-fi and high fantasy — stacked neatly on the bottom shelf. Her fingertip came away free of dust. “Does your room really look like this all the time?” she teased.

He leaned against the door frame, regarding her with a lopsided smile. “You want the cute answer or the honest one?”

She was in the middle of inspecting the spines of his books and paused. “Honest answer. Always.”

“I’m usually in Isaac’s room.”

Juno felt like she’d been doused in ice water. “Oh.”

“Whatever you’re thinking, Juno — don’t.”

Miles removed his hands from his pockets and walked over to her. He made a motion as if to cup her face but changed his mind and cautiously held her hands instead. A few strands of golden hair flopped down slightly over his forehead and Juno wondered how it would feel to run her fingers through it.

“He’s the one who told me I better fucking clean my room in case I’m lucky enough to have you see it.”

Her shoulders relaxed. “He did, did he?” Juno arched a brow. “So what you’re saying is usually…?”

Miles walked over to the far wall and gave one of the indents a little push. His wardrobe door glided open to reveal absolute chaos. Everything that probably sat in his room before today was now stuffed inside. There were clothes obviously. Not folded though, but rather squashed in gaps between larger objects. Rolls of old blueprints. A deflated T-Rex costume. Collector figurines still pristine in their box. The remaining volumes of a high fantasy series that did not aesthetically fit on his pretty bookshelves.

A half-empty bottle of lube unable to be contained in the precarious configuration any longer dislodged itself, rolled out and stopped between their feet. A salacious little traitor.

“Is that—”

“Sure is,” he smirked without a trace of shame. “Did I scare you?”

“The opposite, weirdly enough.”

“I knew Isaac was just being neurotic then.” Miles brought one hand up to his lips and kissed her fingers, his expression serious. “Juno, you’re wanted here. By all of us,” he promised. “And especially by me.”

He was so earnest, those hazel green eyes shining with sincerity. And that faint but intoxicating scent of sangria — red wine with a hint of citrus. A dark summer night, sea air kissing bare shoulders, alluring and filled with promises.

After the quickest of glances down at his mouth followed by one heady shared breath, Juno’s lips met his. He made a hungry noise at the back of his throat and Juno wanted more of it, tilting her head and pressing their bodies closer together. It didn’t feel like enough, not when he cupped her cheek or curled his arm around the small of her back and pulled her against him.

Juno broke the kiss with a gasp, feeling lightheaded. “Just one more,” Miles whispered, tipping her chin back up with his thumb and consuming her utterly. Sugared peaches perfumed the air and she could feel slick pooling between her legs. A small whine escaped her throat.

“What do you need, beautiful?” Miles asked, his lips never leaving hers.

“I-I…”

“Hey.” He pulled back and she felt bereft. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” His thumb lightly drew circles on the apple of her cheek. “I want you to be able to say no or ask us to stop at any time. Doesn’t matter if you’ve said yes once, twice, a hundred times before that, ok?”

It struck her that this was her first consensual sexual encounter. Used to men who simply took, she had never had the chance to wonder what she wanted. And now that she was being asked, she was lost.

God, she was a mess.

“I want more…” She looked down, embarrassed. “But I don’t know what I want,” she whispered, unable to meet his eyes.

He placed a tender kiss on the tip of her nose and her anxiety subsided. “Would you like to sit on the bed with me? I can offer you an extremely average pillow.”

Juno muffled her giggle in his chest and nodded. Miles led her to the edge of the bed before pausing and sliding behind her. She bit back a moan as he wrapped her arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. “Or I could be your pillow,” he murmured.

She watched as he sat on the bed, one elbow propped up on the shelf behind him and a lazy smile on his boyish face. Magnetised, Juno found herself stepping forward, letting him take her hand and guide her to sit between his legs.

His touch was light and teasing. Up and down her arms, along her thighs, a gentle massage of her neck and shoulders. Kisses on her cheek, her jaw, the shell of her ear. He fisted the hem of her dress. Lifting it up, up until it bunched around her waist. The scent of peaches blossomed, decadent and melting with Miles’ bright tartness. Being held, adored, pleasured like this was like a drug, her synapses flaring in every part of her omega hindbrain. A small desperate whine escaped her lips.

“You need more, gorgeous?”

“I-I need to come,” she choked out.

The first slide of his finger through her bare slit was electrifying. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he groaned so wet followed by a cascade of expletives into her shoulder. He traced infuriating figure eights. Circling her clit, dipping down to her entrance to gather more wetness before circling her clit again.

Unable to take the teasing anymore, on the next wayward stroke downwards she thrust her hips forward, fucking herself on his fingers with a satisfied moan.

Miles cupped her breast, flicking a thumb across her nipple and eliciting a whimper from her. “Was I taking too long to fill this needy little pussy?” He added a third finger and curled them, applying delicious pressure that sent white-hot sparks of heat up her spine.

She wasn’t just sitting between his legs anymore but hauled up onto his lap. One hand was splayed across her stomach, pressing her entire back against his chest as her ass ground directly over his rigid erection. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of her soaked pussy was utterly obscene.

“Oh my fucking god.” His other hand joined the first, rubbing frantic circles on her clit. Juno’s fists were clenched — one in the bedspread, the other in Miles’ hair — as her legs began to shake.

“Fuck yes.” Miles sucked her earlobe between his lips as his hands continued their punishing pace. “Make a fucking mess of my bed, beautiful.”

Juno moaned, her hips grinding, grinding, grinding against his fingers as she rode out her orgasm. She felt suspended, her body tight with pleasure for seemingly forever while he fucked her through each wave. His hands only stilled once her body went limp. She was dimly aware of him lifting his glistening fingers up to his lips and licking them clean.

“I’m dead. You’ve killed me,” Juno muttered as he laughed and kissed her hair.

Feeling crept back into her limbs slowly and she could feel tingles beneath her skin as Miles lightly ran his fingertips up and down her arms. She soon grew aware of his still-hard length pressed into her back and turned to face him.

“What about…” She took in the awry collar of his shirt and glanced down at the impressive tent in his still-zipped pants. God, she hadn’t even managed to get anything off him before she’d ended up coming in his arms.

Miles chuckled and slid his hand into her hair, pulling her close. “I want tonight to be for you,” he said with a light kiss against the corner of her mouth. She shuddered as he ran the tip of his nose along her cheek so he could whisper in her ear. “Though I’d be lying if I said I won’t fuck the hell out of my hand the second I’ve taken you home.”

Juno laid a tentative hand on his thigh, looking up at him through lowered lashes. “I want to see.”

Miles held her gaze as he reached up and undid one shirt button. Her breathing grew shallow at every inch of revealed skin. His hand trailed down his bare stomach before resting at the band of his boxers peeking out the top of his waistband. “Is that what you’d like?” With a quick flick, his pants were undone and fingers slid underneath. Juno bit her lip as he grasped his length, the fabric torturously hiding the view. “To see how hard I come thinking of you?”

Unable to stand it another second, she reached over and pulled his boxers and pants down. Juno threw them behind her without looking and Miles snorted when it landed perfectly on the corner of the TV. She looked down and her first thought was weirdly that his cock was beautiful — not too thick or too long. Just perfect, hot and hard in his lazily moving fist. She’d never seen a cock without a knot before and she found it reassuring. This wasn’t about designation. They were just Miles and Juno, desperate and hungry for each other.

“Show me,” she said, unable to disguise her longing.

Instead, he leaned in and laid a soft kiss on her lips. Then another. She kissed him back and was rewarded with more along her neck. All this easy affection was making an addict of her. Miles placed two fingers on her mouth, tugging her bottom lip down slightly.

“May I?”

Juno opened obediently, a quiet moan escaping as she tasted herself on him. She glanced down at the pearlescent bead of precum shining on his tip and her tongue swirled around his fingers instinctively.

“Fuck, you’re killing me.”

Juno was transfixed as he lay back, fingers shining as he took his cock in his hand again, gripping harder this time. He closed his eyes and groaned as her saliva coated his length, his hips snapping up as he fucked his fist. “I’m going to embarrass myself. I’m already so fucking close,” he said through gritted teeth.

How fast could she make him come? She wanted to drive him out-of-his-mind crazy. “Will this help?” she asked innocently as she threw one leg over his so she was straddling his thighs. Bracing herself on either side of his head, she lifted her hips up and slid her dripping slit along him in one smooth motion, coating him from balls to his angry red tip. “Fuck,” he swore, bashing his head against the wall. “Oh, fuck.”

His hand was a blur and every muscle in his body was taut. She dipped her head down and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss in the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

“I’m coming so fucking hard, Juno. Holy sh—”

Watching Miles come apart was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. Spurt after spurt of cum coated his stomach and chest as he groaned, his hand gradually slowing along his length. In what seemed like a Herculean effort, he tilted his head up to meet her lips for a chaste kiss before collapsing with his arms and legs splayed like a starfish.

“Now I’m the one who’s dead.”

Juno curled up against his side, pressing her nose against his shoulder and inhaling his delicious, warm scent of citrus and wine. He also smelled strongly of her and that was intensely satisfying.

“We’ll haunt the others together then,” she decided and was rewarded with Miles’ deep chuckle and his fingers laced in hers.

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