Good Girl by Sam Hall
Chapter 14
“You’re getting attached.”
I was laid down in a bed that smelled intensely of mint and storms. Blindly, I searched for the source, finding it in the soft pillow.
“That’s what happens, you fucking dickhead. Omegas are love at their core. We bred them to be sweet and receptive and more open than any alpha or beta would dare, and who could resist that? But she just had her first alpha induced frenzy. I looked her up, she’s twenty-five, and no alpha’s pushed her buttons like that before? I told you this would be a problem, that bringing an omega into the mix would be trouble, but you insisted.”
“Orion, leave them. I’m fucking rigid.”
“And what’s to stop you from going into rut, triggering her heat? This isn’t your little brother you’re looking after. She’s a warm, wet, willing omega, and we know how that works. They’re your catnip, Rhys.”
“Well, then leave me to it. Work out your referred lust on Brendan and then shower in de-scenter and come and relieve me. A true alpha doesn’t walk past—”
“The weak. Got it.”
The door clicked closed, and then a heavy weight settled around me, a long sigh escaping my lips in response.
“You’ll be OK, omega. Everything will be OK.”
I woke laterto an almost oppressive heat and the sound of porn. My eyelids fluttered. I looked around me, seeing the unfamiliar room with its bland pale grey walls and darker carpet, and frowned. My head jerked up, and as a result, I saw him and them.
Rhys sat with his back against the wall, a hand on my shoulder as he watched the big TV that dominated the space in front of him. My body was coiled around his, hence the heat. He lay there in just a pair of footy shorts, a fucking massive cock snaking over his hips. And the porn soundtrack? Oh, there was no Pornhub here. On the screen, Orion held Brendan down as he rutted inside him, slamming his dick deep to the sound of their open-mouthed groans. His cock dripped a steady stream of pre-cum onto the smooth concrete floor.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
The door had slammed open, Marcus striding in, but the 4K resolution flat screen caught the moment he lost control in perfect detail. Those eyes took in the two of them, the way they were brutally fucking, and his hand was at his neck, loosening his tie and wrapping it around Brendan’s wrists, yanking it tight.
“What did he do?” Marcus asked Orion.
“Not now,” he replied, hauling Brendan up and pressing the most tender of kisses to the back of his neck, making the other man groan harder.
“Not now?” Marcus’ voice was imperious as he bent down, taking those bound wrists in his and then running his tongue down one finger. “Fuck, what the…? That fucking taste.” He licked and sucked his lover’s fingers like a greedy little boy.
“Suck him off,” Orion snapped. “I’m gonna blow.”
“Yes, alpha,” Marcus almost sneered, but drop he did, Brendan letting out an awful sound the moment Marcus’ full lips connected with the aching end of his cock. Brendan’s hips surged forward, his bound wrists stopping him from face fucking Marcus, but he tried with jerky, desperate little movements that Marcus rode with aplomb, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked the other man off.
“Jesus, Orion, I’m coming!” Brendan snarled, his whole body going rigid, every muscle flexing as he emptied down his lover’s throat. That seemed to tip Orion over the edge, his teeth digging into Brendan’s shoulder as he followed him down.
Marcus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, walking around the two of them, inspecting those two beautifully naked bodies, but it was their still twitching dicks that caught his attention. He stepped between them, his hands grabbing each of them around the base, them squirming at the touch.
“Fuck, alpha, yes…” Brendan moaned.
“You’re rampant, both of you.” He pulled his hands away, wiping them on a silk handkerchief he drew from his pocket. “Anyone want to explain to me what’s tipped my mates over into an almost rut? Did you pick up some of that dodgy eastern European E again? In which case, where’s mine?”
The two of them just panted, their hard-ons not dissipating for a second.
“You know what’s got us riled,” Orion replied, tossing his dark hair out of his eyes. “You can smell her.”
“I know I can smell her. I scented her hot little cunt last night, so I’m well acquainted with that perfume. My question is, how did her slick get on my lover’s fingers?”
“I fucked up,” Brendan rasped, straightening up. “I took her to Mum and Dad’s, and I fucked up.”
“I suspect there were more steps involved in that story, or we have been seriously missing out by not going around to your parents’ place, but right now, I don’t want to hear them. Get on your knees, Bren.”
“Yes, alpha,” the other man said, falling heavily down on the concrete floor, his hand going to Marcus’ cock, then his own.
“Don’t come. You won’t come until mine is down your throat and the whole story is out in the open. Do you hear me?” Marcus pulled back, his dick exiting Brendan’s mouth with a pop. “Do you hear me?”
“Fuck yes, alpha.”
A frown formed on Marcus’ face as he cradled Brendan’s head in his hands, looking over the top of it to meet Orion’s eyes.
“You said you had this handled…” The words fell away to a hiss, Marcus’ neck twisting at the feel of Brendan’s mouth. “What if we go into rut? Right as…”
“We’ll take suppressants, fuck the cunt raw of every beta selling in the club. We’ll work something out, love.”
And with that, Orion sandwiched Brendan between the two of them as they leaned over and kissed each other’s lips.
It was the restive little scissoring of my thighs that made Rhys realise I was awake. His eyes were just as fixed on the screen as mine were, unable to look away. And why would you? It was like some kind of savage avant-garde ballet, where the dancers made movements with their bodies I didn’t understand but something inside me longed to. There was no softness there, no sweetness, only harsh alpha energy.
“Shit,” Rhys said when he realised, clicking the button on the remote to kill the feed. “How are you feeling, omega?”
Well, wasn’t that the million-dollar question? He wasn’t asking Cyn because Cyn wasn’t here right now, man. I was all omega. Instincts I didn’t understand and impulses I was afraid to indulge battered me like gale force winds, and nothing I did seemed to settle them. I felt that itch, deep down inside, something that would grow and grow if I let it. A match lit, dropped into dry tinder, ready to explode.
“Come here,” he said, his command gentle but to be obeyed nonetheless, and he picked me up, wrapping my body around itself before he did the same around me. “You’re safe, you’re OK, you’re…”
Loved? That seemed to be the only reasonable way to end that sentence, but he couldn’t say the words and I couldn’t hear them. So I just buried my face in his neck, breathing in his minty pine scent, and tried to find myself again in all the crazy.
Rampant and rut,frenzy and heat, they were all part of the courtship of alphas and omegas. I’d read a million books and watched countless shows where the little omega finds his or her alpha. That self-same formula, of scenting their mate, of feeling the first magnetic pull of omega to alpha, of the increasing rise in tension spilling over into the state of being rampant or frenzied, depending on whether the person was male or female.
Logically, I knew it was a period of heightened arousal, of biology going hello, mating time is a coming, pushing past objections and prejudices and bringing the pair together. If you were rampant, your cock was always hard, it was difficult to get it to go down. You dripped cum, your balls aching for release. And if you were female? I’d read it, heard it, seen it described a million different ways, but nothing compared to this. I needed, that was all I could say, in ways I’d never known or understood before.
“You smell like you’re still receptive, so you’re probably still in frenzy,” Rhys said as he held me still. “I won’t command you, but it’d put my mind at ease if you stayed here. Any alpha that gets a whiff of you is going to smell that scent and want to do bad, bad things. This place is like Fort Knox. No one’s getting to you unless you want them to.”
I pulled back, studying those pale blue eyes for a second before saying, “Including you?”
“Especially me. We’ll put you up in one of the guest rooms if that’s what you want, give you all the keys for it. Whatever it takes.”
“And why would you bother?” I asked, biting off the words. The nagging need inside me, commanding me to reach out and touch him, twisted into a low hiss when I wouldn’t let myself. I was a cat with my fur fluffed up, cornered and hissing. “Because you want to get me out from under your skin.”
I pulled back, looking down at those brief shorts, seeing the hard line there.
“You’re rampant, all of you. Well, maybe not Marcus. I’ve infected you with my omega cooties.” I wiggled my fingers for emphasis. “But it’ll go away. It’s just alpha and omega bullshit.”
I went to clamber off him, but his hands locked down on my thighs. Of course, that was when my phone rang. He relented when I looked at him pointedly, leaning over and fishing it out of my bag.
“Sweets, are we on for tonight?” George asked. “We haven’t had a chance to discuss, and your mother’s starting to get fractious, BTW. Better call her before she sends out a search party. You’ve had like a million invitations and I won’t bore you with the details, but I was thinking an opening at the Delozian gallery could be a winner. All very elite, invite only, and you’ll never guess who the artist being exhibited is.”
“Who?” I asked with a slight frown, feeling the weight of Rhys’ hand rubbing up and down my thigh.
“James Chadwick. I know you’re a massive fan and—”
“We’re going. I freaking love his work. Those illustrations he did—”
“I know, sweets, you spent most of the Omega Ball rhapsodising about his work the year you turned nineteen. If you’re still feeling energised, there’s a cocktail party with the artist and some friends being hosted by the Lasseters. I know the family, old money but lots of noblesse oblige going on there. Two of the sons are looking for mates…”
“If they’re not dickheads, count me in. What time is pickup, and I assume a cocktail dress for the Lasseters will pass muster at the Delozian?”
“Yes, and seven-thirty sharp. I’ll be waiting out front with my driver.”
“You got it, and, George…” I took a deep breath. “Thanks for this. You could have taken me to some stuffy alpha club where dudes paid you for the privilege. I know how it works with some of the other professional chaperones.”
“Not with you, my love. I save such underhanded tactics for the nasty little slappers who like to make bitchy comments about my past life.”
I cracked up at that and he laughed with me, and for a minute, everything was all right.
“Well, kisses and all that, and call your damn mother. I can only cover for so much,” he said as a sign off.
“Will do, and I’ll call her right now. See you at seven-thirty.”
For a second, I just stared at the phone, feeling like my brain was kicking into gear for the first time all day. I didn’t know much about frenzy other than what I’d read, but I was already calmer, more centred.
And sitting on an alpha’s massive hard-on.
I slid off Rhys’ lap, his hands going to stop me, but I wriggled free. I stood up and paced as I rang Mum’s number.
“Cyn, thank goodness. Where did you get to? It’s been hours since you left, and I was beginning to worry.”
Pangs of guilt, they were awesome for cooling your blood. I took a deep breath and charged on.
“Brendan brought me back to the club to hang out for a while. He had a work emergency and was going to get me a cab home, but I decided to stick around. He’s nice.” His fingers sliding deep inside me. “He treats me well.” His tongue insistently flicking my clit. “He seems to respect me rather than being all ugh, alpha.” Me screaming as I came all over his face.
“Yes, he did seem nice, comes from a solid family as well. I did a little digging—”
“Muuum…”
“And they are solidly middle class. Comfortable rather than wealthy, but you could certainly do worse than to become part of a family like that. Some of these…others concern me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, Mum. Now George told you we’re going to the Delozian gallery tonight? Somehow, we got an invite to James Chadwick’s exhibition!”
“The illustrator who does all those fey drawings. You always did love his work. And afterwards?”
“A cocktail party at the Lasseters’.”
“Well, good luck, darling, and I hope you find what you’re looking for. You’ve been…different this season, but it’s been a relief to see. You are capable of so much. A great deal more than all this talk about designation reduces you to. You’re not just an omega, sweetheart, no matter how wondrous that is. You’re also my daughter.”
For a second, there was only silence as I considered her words, my eyes roaming around the room, taking in the TV, the bed, and the stricken-looking Rhys on it. It wasn’t hard to wonder what she’d make of this.
“Thanks, Mum. I’ll be home soon.”
“You can’t go,”Rhys said, standing up, and whoa, mama, I could hear my ovaries popping, one, two. No shirt meant acres of well muscled flesh on display, the pale skin only disrupted by the tattoos here and there, a familiar-looking raven over his heart.
“Oh, but I must.” My smile was brittle, false, but I found it softening as I looked him over. “You were really sweet. Going home, lying in bed after…it would have been hard, but staying here won’t help either, will it?”
I hated it at that moment, the way I could suddenly understand all those bloody songs omegas had written. Looking for love in all the wrong places. It was a common enough trope, where misguided omegas let their hormones do the talking, rather than their brains, seeing signs of love and affection in alphas where there were only primal impulses. But not me. I smiled again, for real now, walking closer, putting my hand on that truly splendid chest, and taking one last breath in of him.
“I appreciate what you did, the aftercare and the…before care in the car. If I’ve fucked up things with your mates, I’m really, really sorry. I can only assume things will settle down and go back to normal soon? And I guess you’ve got each other to work through a rut with.” On impulse, I bounced up, aiming to place a kiss on his cheek, but he moved, didn’t he?
I felt the tingle of his mouth on mine well after I’d pulled away, but I was out the door, down the corridor, following the exit signs, only realising the state I was in when I got there. I looked down at my badly buttoned shirt and felt the flap of my skirt around my legs, reminding me that I was no longer wearing knickers.
“Running, omega?”
I turned to see Marcus had appeared by the door, his pants still on but his shirt had been removed, the claw marks of his lovers displayed proudly across his chest. He shook his head slowly, then looked up as one of his staff passed by.
“Nothing gets an alpha’s attention like an omega on the run.” He tossed a set of keys at the staff member. “Drive the lady home, Kevin.”
“You got it, boss.”
“I’ll be seeing you again, Cyn,” Marcus said with a tight smile before disappearing back into the depths of his club.
I triedto have a nap once I got home, Mum looking relieved to see me just before she disappeared back into her office. Instead, I rolled around on the bed, unable to get any of it out of my mind. Ants crawled under my skin, banishing any thought of sleep, peace, or anything but him. Finally, I ground my teeth, sliding open my ‘play’ drawer and fishing out the toys that got me through lonely nights, but this time, it was different. When I got up on all fours, presenting to the invisible alpha whose plastic dick I held in my hand, I heard him—a deep, rumbling voice. I bit back a whimper when I felt the slide of his hand on the back of my neck.
“Good girl,” he told me, hand slapping down on my arse, holding me still as he—no, I worked the bulbous head of his cock against me. I was dripping again, so he slid in with ridiculous ease, all the way up to the knot. “You’re doing so well, omega, feel so good. But you’re going to take me, all of me, aren’t you? Just like a good little omega should.” I felt the burn as the knot pressed against me, forcing me to part, to surrender, to let him in, sobbing once the bulge had worked its way past my pelvic bone. I was knotted.
So why did this just make the fire in me flare harder rather than smother it dead? Why did I long for something softer and harder, throbbing with life and ready to pulse inside me? I came again, but this time, tears filled my eyes.
Stupid fucking omega bullshit.
I pulled the dildo free, removed the vibe from my clit, cleaned them up and tossed them back in the drawer, and waited for night to fall.