Good Girl by Sam Hall

Chapter 18

I wanted to run, they had that right, just not the way they thought. They followed me down the hall to where they lived, hulking presences stalking me as I trotted along, throwing looks over my shoulder. A low chuckle came when my pace picked up, barefoot on the polished concrete, their steps echoing loudly. It was deathly quiet down here. One of the lower floors, not even able to be selected from the public elevators, this was their turf, and I’d stumbled into it.

“It hurts, alpha,” I grumbled, clawing at my dress.

“You’re not walking around my halls with your tits out. They’re for us to see, not security. In here,” Marcus replied, nodding to a guard who hung around the end of the corridor, slamming an arm down on the wall to block me when I tried to move past where he directed.

“She needs somewhere smaller, more secure. If she starts nesting—” Rhys said.

“Save the omega 101,” Marcus said. “This room will seem a whole lot smaller when the five of us are in it, and we’re gonna need room to do what we need to. We won’t go soft for some time.”

“No, not until she needs a rest,” Rhys replied.

“Better get some slabs of water bottles sent up, and some Berocca,” Marcus said.

But that wasn’t what got my attention. The door swung open, Orion and Brendan herding me inside. I walked backwards, unable to stop looking at them, and then paused. Their scents were concentrated and distilled from long occupation here, still fresh. I could smell the hot scent of their cum, their desire.

“You fuck in here…” I said, then looked up, seeing the cameras in the corners of the room.

“Often,” Orion said, pulling his tie off, then unbuttoning his shirt. “Hard. You like that, don’t you, omega? You like the thought of us driving our cocks into each other.”

When he tugged the shirt free, I saw it—golden skin, tattoos up the forearms, along with long ropey veins, and a tightly muscled chest.

“Did you think about it? Dream about it? Tell me the truth. I’ll know a lie when I hear one.”

His breath was on my skin now, his mouth on my ear as he undid the zipper of my dress.

This would be the moment I held it to my chest, quivered with shame, caught between desire and a knowledge that what we were about to do was not sanctioned by our world. No matter what Orion’s dad had in mind for me, he would fucking shit if he knew this was going down. Orgies were kinky among betas, but with omegas? We were strictly one on one and cherished, otherwise… To create a pack, to tackle one of us as a group? That was too much like the bad old days. So perhaps that was why I let the dress fall, meeting his eyes, seeing the way they studied every inch of me, always looking but not touching. Well, I wasn’t having that. I grabbed his hand, placing it on the smooth curve of my hip.

Orion answered that by sweeping me up into his arms and then carrying me over to the bed to drop me down on it, my body resting against his. We looked up at the three of them, standing there, shifting restively, shirts unbuttoned or untucked, looking like statues of gods carved from granite.

“What naughty little thoughts have you had about my mates?”

The last bit made me jerk, Orion’s arms tightening around me, not letting me escape. He murmured some nonsense words into my hair as he stroked his hand up and down my torso, avoiding all the places that I wanted touched.

“It’s OK. You can tell me. Did you imagine them touching?” I shifted on the bed. “Did you see them kissing hard enough to bruise?” Twitch, muscles jumping. “Did you see them palming their fucking hard cocks, pushing those thick fingers inside the other, opening them up, ready to take them?”

And suddenly, I was back there, watching a much younger Orion and Marcus, close enough to kiss as Marcus finger fucked Orion, while he drove his dick into the omega girl. My cunt was throbbing, my thighs slick, and I felt like I was intruding on something I shouldn’t.

“I…I don’t know.”

I had to answer him, the need to please pulsing too damn hard, so the placeholder words filled that gap. My breath was coming too fast, knowing I was lying and scared I’d get caught.

His laugh was low and dirty and right in my ear. The retaliation was swift, my thighs pulled open to the sound of the other men’s groans, his hand sliding up, up, but not where I needed it. He just traced small circles on my skin, making me whine for more.

“I’ll give you more.” Orion’s voice sounded sharp and cruel now, and I wanted that so much, lashing me with his will, forcing me to— “I promise I will plunder this little pussy, give you every fucking thing you want if you just answer me honestly.” He tipped my head so my gaze followed his. “What did you think about when you dreamed about my mates?”

“Orion, she’s in a daze. Pushing her doesn’t help. Wait until she’s settled and—” Rhys said.

“If we’re going to do this” —Orion curled me in close to his chest, drowning me in his scent, every breath taking more of him into me— “we each need to do things in our own way. I’m glad she has you, a big burly protector who understands her, but this moment is mine.”

He tipped my chin up, kissed me slowly, deeply, hungrily, but he pulled away too soon.

“I know you want them. I know you want to see them together, that it’ll make your pussy gush when you do. I know what you want, omega. I just need to hear you say it.”

What he wanted and what he got were two different things. Every damn defence of mine was down, so I couldn’t keep it back, any of it.

“You feel like they were imprinted on you?” my therapist asked, frowning in the late afternoon light pouring through the window.

“Well, how else can you explain it? Why do I remember that day clearer than anything else? Why do I wake up crying, my thighs sticky?”

“You had a traumatic orientation in being an omega. Your mother’s initial reaction. The attempted assault—”

“I saw you,” I said in halting words up against Orion’s chest, unable to see them, but they were so vivid in my mind. “I hadn’t revealed yet, was walking around in the forest, even though I wasn’t supposed to, when I heard a noise. You guys were there, drinking beer on top of this old car wreck.” The faded blue paint, the rust blooming across its surface. “Bottles were tossed aside, smashing on the rocks. Then Orion came, with an omega girl in tow. She wanted Marcus.” A sharp hiss of breath. “But Brendan wanted to taste her and you did.”

I looked up slowly, saw that Orion was completely transfixed by my halting story, his expression unreadable.

“Marcus stroked your back, seemed closer to you than her, and then you fucked her while he fucked you. I see it, over and over.” I tried to move, but he wouldn’t let me. “The way your arsehole gave under his fingers, sucking him in, needing him inside you. She didn’t matter.” Those blue eyes flicking back and forth, capturing every micro expression as it all came out. A long strangled groan coming from the end of the bed. “You were so fucking beautiful together. Young savages, glistening in the sun, and then—”

“I fucking knew it!” Rhys snapped. “I told you it was her. That scent…”

He dropped down on the bed, but Orion tightened his body around mine, covering it, and I loved the heavy weight of it more than breath. My eyes closed, and I softened into the mattress, like we had become one.

“She’s ours! She’s always been ours. That’s why it never fucking worked. She—”

“Well right now, she’s mine.” Orion’s voice was hard, crisp. “I’ve listened to him eat her out and you finger fuck her, and if it’s all right with you, I want my turn. You can show her, all of it, what we do. You can make her pussy weep as you destroy one another, and then I’m going to force my knot deep inside her.”

There was something so matter-of-fact about it all, but he may as well have thrown a stick of dynamite down on the floor for all our reactions. I was a wild, thrashing thing underneath him, not sure if I wanted to get away or drag him closer, but he just rode the movements out until they stopped. Then the weight was removed, clothes were taken off in quick economical jerks, and I was scooped up, held within Orion’s arms and presented to the others.

“Why would you do that, run away? You’ve been there all along, hiding in plain sight. That omega girl slapped me and told the rest of us to fuck off because we were standing around, scenting someone else. You’re ours, you always have been, but you’ve been squirrelled away in some house on the edge of a forest while we’ve been searching.”

His teeth sought my neck, wanting to clamp down on my skin, but the pearl collar stopped them. So his hands moved instead, tracing every inch of me, like he’d commit me to memory. A choked out sound escaped his chest when his hand slid between my legs, feeling the slick pooling there, just coating his hand with me until that was all anyone would be able to smell.

“Show her,” he growled, a full-throated alpha command, my own body stiffening to respond to it. “Show her how it would’ve been.”

“You’re taking Rhys’ cock,” Brendan said with a smirk, softening it when he kissed Marcus, the other man’s eyes burning into us. I didn’t know how he felt about all of this, but his eyes fell closed quickly enough. They didn’t kiss like I did. It was like a war being fought, but everyone won as their fingers clawed across each other’s skin, then tore off their clothes. A low whine escaped my throat as I shifted on the bed, Orion not letting me move much. They were revealed, one by one, men where they had been boys.

“Need them,” I growled when they stood there, naked, cocks thick and proud, knots swollen. “Orion, need them!”

“I know. That’s what makes you so fucking perfect. Keep your thighs wide, omega. They need to see everything I do to you as you watch them with each other. That’s how this is going to work.”

Brendan sat down on the edge of the bed before Marcus as Orion’s fingers played lightly, idly over my clit. Just enough to make me fucking insane. But Brendan turned around, reaching out to the sound of Orion’s growls, tangling his fingers with his lover’s for a second, making me gasp, before pulling away. Fingers glistening with my slick, he anointed Marcus’ aching cock, making the crown shine before looking up into his lover’s eyes and licking it clean.

“Good boy,” Marcus purred, his voice breaking as Brendan took him deeper. “Such a good boy.”

“You better do the same. It’s been a long time since we’ve done this, Marcus,” Rhys said, moving to grab some lube from the bedside table and pouring it on his fingers.

“Because I won’t be able to sit down for a week. You’re too fucking big. I’m not an omega who can—Oh Jesus. Fuck, you smash my prostate every time. I’m leaking pre-cum like I’m in heat, Rhys.”

“Yeah, you are,” Rhys rumbled, sawing his fingers in and out of his lover, slowly and steadily opening it up for what was to come.

I saw Marcus’ complaint. Rhys was thick and long in a way that made me clench hard.

“You like his big fat cock, omega? You’re the best equipped of all of us to take him. Even his knot. We can’t, we’ve never…” I turned around when Orion’s voice faltered and saw his raw expression. “We can’t take each other’s knots. We love each other, please each other as best we can, but…”

“You need it,” I replied, knowing that if I weren’t half out of my mind, I’d question if that was all I was here for, but right now, I couldn’t. There was a primal instinctive need that had never been fulfilled in me, so I could feel an answering one in him. “I’ve never taken a knot either.”

“No… Fuck, don’t tell me that. I’m on the fucking edge already. Sweetheart, Cyn, I…”

I moved quickly, a terrible kind of certainty rising inside me as I turned around and straddled Orion’s lap, his eyes and hands upon me as he tried to control this, but at some point, it came to this. Omegas submitted to alphas all the fucking time, but when push comes to shove, in the end, they submitted to us. I rose above him, slipping through his fingers, then kissing him softly and gently as I came back down. I gripped his cock, feeling the throb of it as I brushed it against my wetness, making him writhe, but that was nothing as I settled on top of him, our mouths falling open as I took him inside me.

“Omega… Cyn…”

I nipped at his mouth, biting the full bottom lip, distracting him as I worked my way down, until finally, I was almost as far as I could go. I stared into those green eyes, feeling like I was seeing them for the first time, and for once, it didn’t hurt to meet them. Of course I stared, of course our gazes locked, because we were.

“Need to make this good for you. It’ll hurt otherwise.”

I nodded. He stroked a hand through my hair, following it down until he traced the tight bead of my nipple, pinching it, teasing it, then pinching it again. When he felt the gush of my slick, heard my breath get harsh and ragged, the hand dropped lower, teasing my clit back to life, the sensations of before exponentially multiplied by the feel of him inside me.

I’d read that beta women need a lot of clitoral stimulation to come, but omegas, we were fifty-fifty. I clenched down around him, making his breath hiss, feeling the delicious burn of him in me, and then I moved. Up and down, I slid slowly, so as to savour every thick inch of him, dropping lower with each stroke. Bodies dropped beside me, sex ignored as all attention was focussed on me.

“You were supposed to—” Orion complained through gritted teeth.

“Shut up,” Rhys said.

“She’s going to take you.” Brendan stared at the place where we joined. “Fuck, I can see her stretching around you.”

A hand slid down my spine, moving to exactly that place, collecting the slick there and then sliding upwards. Marcus’ wet finger traced the ring of my arsehole as I moved.

“This is what you saw me do, omega? Saw me prepare my love for me, open him up?” I nodded, barely able to hear his words, the Orion then and the Orion now clumsily overlaid on top of each other. “Take him, love. He needs it so much. Take that knot and squeeze him over and over until he loses his fucking mind.”

Their hands roamed, stroking me, words of encouragement mumbled over and over, until finally, I knew I was ready.

Being an omega meant being open in ways no one else could be, and that was what happened right then. Rhys had been right—we did prefer to be settled and secure in our bonds, because taking a knot was so much more than just a sexual thing. Orion pushed me to my limits, something we both saw as our eyes locked, my breath coming in rapid little pants as I let him in. Because that was the way it worked, what porn and the media never seemed to understand. Orion didn’t force his knot into me, I let him. As soon as the massive lump was inside me, my cunt locked down, holding him there.

“Need to bite you,” Orion growled, but I just shook my head before he rolled us onto the bed. “Need you, Cyn. You’re ours now. Ours.”

He thrust into me as far as he could, over and over, until I was fucking crying from the overwhelming magnitude of it all. He sounded like his soul was being ripped out his chest when I came, squeezing him vice tight, forcing his cum from him and into me, and I knew how he felt.

“Cyn, fuck! Cyn!”

They talked about fucking someone raw. Well, that had to be what this was. Sure, my thighs burned and I felt the sweetest of aches inside me, but that wasn’t it. I had no boundaries at all left, now a paper-thin membrane through which emotions, memories, and bodily fluids travelled.

“Good girl,” someone said, stroking my hair out until it fanned across the bed. “Such a good girl.”