by Layla Heart
You never hit the face, at least not mine. It doesn’t matter if he’s got a couple of bruises on his face, it would probably only make him look better.
21
Spence
Max flops down in the seat next to me, the seat Zack just vacated, as the other two Alphas are fighting at the other end of the plane. Cyra is pretending that she doesn’t notice it, but I saw her irritation when they started.
Since she’s not saying anything and they’re not doing too much damage to each other, or the plane, this is probably the best way for them to stop being so tense the whole time. And maybe it builds something between them. I don’t know. Maybe they can become at least somewhat friendly towards each other after beating the shit out of the other?
“I’m thinking, you’ve got painkillers and bandages with you, and probably better skills than most nurses?” Max sounds like he’s tired, but when I glance his way, he seems more amused by the situation and I get lost in his deep brown eyes for a moment. Fuck. I can ignore him when he’s further away, but this close... it’s much harder.
“You too?” I don’t really think I need to answer him, not after how Zack has been acting these last couple of hours.
He shakes his head. “Liam usually doesn’t get into fights. He just... gets in other trouble. But this is totally within the realm of possibility of him getting in trouble around someone who seems to prefer ‘talking’ with his fists. As long as they stay in their human forms and don’t do too much damage, they should be fine, I think.”
“Yeah. They seem fine.” I nod. I pull the tablet a little higher onto my lap, since my slacks are starting to... lack space, so to say, from having Max this close. “Zack knows that if he breaks anything, he’s gotta pay for the repairs himself. Even if it’s only indirectly his fault.”
Then I drop my voice, glancing at Cyra before my eyes end back on Max. “What happened at the house? She seemed... angrier than before, when you got to the airport.”
She’s obviously snapped out of whatever shock she’d been in and turned full fury on us instead. This is definitely more like the girl we met at the cafe, not the husk she was when the ‘news’ of our sneaking off from the party broke and she got the call from her parents.
“She... It took a little convincing to get her to let me into her apartment and... more convincing to get her to pack her bags.” Something dark passes over his face. “I basically reinforced all her arguments as to why she doesn’t want to be part of shifter society, why she doesn’t want Alphas around. I was an asshole to her. But it got her here safely, so the end result was worth it.” Though his voice sounds pained.
Zack, or even I, can easily act like everything Cyra hates about Alphas, but this guy? Max? He almost looks too kind to know how to act like an ‘Alphahole’, an Alpha asshole.
“I don’t think you believe that.” I slowly shake my head. “I don’t think you believe that the goal justifies the means, not when it’s about her.”
He shrugs, looking out the window. “What does it matter what I believe? It needed to be done. So I did it.”
I don’t know why, but I reach out to him, putting my hand on his leg. My heart heavy at his words.
His eyes shoot to me, then to Cyra, then to the guys who are still fighting, their grunts and punches almost like background music, and then he gazes back out the window. He doesn’t push my hand away and, fuck, if that doesn’t do even more to my dick or the flutter in my chest.
If he’d pushed me away, I could have accepted that he’s off-limits, but now a spark of hope flares up in me and I don’t know how to fit that into our current situation, or into what’s going to happen with Cyra.
After a couple of moments, I awkwardly pull my hand back and start scrolling through the damn contract again. Why did I do that? That was stupid, so stupid. Though, maybe he’ll take it as an act of friendship or whatever, hopefully.
As I glance up, I catch Cyra looking at me, an unreadable expression on her face, and then she looks away, out the window, as the fight behind her still goes on. Fuck.
I thought that things would be easy once I decided that I wanted a family. Like the tale goes, find a cute Omega, spend my life with them, with lots of babies, become the head of the family business, grow old, and watch my kids follow the exact same pattern. But that was only supposed to happen after I’ve had my fill of playing around...
I lived in a dream world. I lived in a fucking dream world if I ever thought that it would be that easy.
Because finding a cute Omega was only the start of our problems. And I have a feeling that today was just the appetizer...
It’s well past four in the morning when we get to the house that I got us for the next week. It’s under a fake name, so nobody knows to look for us here. At least, not without a lot of searching and knowing where to look. It should keep us safe for at least a couple of days.
When we landed at the airport, Liam and Zack seemed to finally have calmed down and they quickly went into the bathroom to clean themselves up, as I took care of our car. And things were a lot less tense than before we got on the plane.
The drive from the airport to the house has been over an hour long and by now, I think everyone is exhausted, really exhausted. They’re all quiet as I punch the code into the keypad to open the gate and take the house keys out of the little box next to it.
“We’re here,” I announce to nobody in particular as I drive the short distance to the house. “Everyone has their own room. We won’t have to share. They’ll bring us breakfast in the morning, but I don’t know how many of us will be awake for it. So, don’t panic if you find someone delivering the food. And don’t scare them, thanks.”
I park the car and climb out. Ready to find a place to crash. Even the brown grass in front of the house looks inviting enough to sleep on, though it’s pretty chilly out and would probably be a bad idea...
Remembering that Cyra had a bag with her, the only one of us able to pack anything, I walk around the car and open the trunk. As I take it out, I find her behind me, waiting. “Where do you want me to bring this?” I hold the bag up and while I’ve slightly gotten used to her scent, the soft summery smoke, when it hits me, I’m rock hard and need to suppress the impulse to grab her and drag her with me.
“I’ll carry it myself.” She holds out her hand and, instead of giving her the bag, I put my empty hand into hers.
“You just guide me as I carry it. Deal?”
She sighs, but doesn’t argue with me, seemingly too tired. “Fine.”
Her hand is so soft, and it feels like electricity is running through my body as I hold her. How do I get so turned on from something so innocent? Holding her hand is innocent, it shouldn’t make my cock this strained in my slacks.
“There’s a room on the ground floor, you can reach it from inside and outside the house.” I point to an outbuilding. “You might feel safer in there, and you can lock the doors.”
“Not that locking them would stop any of you from just barging in. You’re shifters, doors are only an annoyance, not a real barrier.” Her voice jabs and I want to disagree with her, but I can’t speak for the others and she’s right that a simple door and lock won’t really stop us. “But I’ll take that room. Should be easier on you guys if my scent isn’t constantly around.”
I bring her over to the outbuilding and give her a key. “This is the key for any of the doors on the ground floor, including this one. That way you can lock it if you want to.”
She lets go of my hand, accepting the key and then holds out her hand for the bag, her head is bowed, not looking at me but instead looking at the ground. “I’d like my bag now. Please.” This time, her voice is soft, timid, submissive.
That won’t do. No matter if she’s tired, or tired of us, but this meek person isn’t Cyra, no matter how much she pretends to be. This is exactly what she says she hates most, an Omega who won’t look their Alpha in the eyes and uses soft voices and ‘please’.
I push closer to her, crowding her with her back against the door, my hands against the window on both sides of her head as I stare at her intently. My breath catches now I’m so close to her.
Whatever she uses to hide her scent is obviously wearing off as I’m surrounded by it, making my brain go haywire. I want to push my hips to hers, take her mouth in a hard kiss and then lift her up and impale her on my cock. Fuck. I totally want her.
She jerks her head up, her eyes ablaze as she puts her hands to my chest, holding them there but not pushing me away. “What now?!” Her voice is sharp, but the look in her eyes is more smouldering as they go from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes.
I fight all my instincts to undress her and do her right here. That’s not what she needs, that’s not what I need to do right now. “That’s better.” I give her a soft kiss on her forehead, staying in control of myself. “That’s the girl I know, the feisty one, the one who doesn’t back down from a fight.” I put my forehead to hers, testing my own control one last time. “Goodnight.”
Pulling back, I trail my fingers over her jaw down to her lips. Then the contact is gone and I turn around, making my way to the front door, since I’m pretty sure the other guys haven’t thought to open any of the other doors.
While I’m exhausted, I need a shower and a good wank first. I need to get rid of this boner before I drill a hole into a wall or something. I never expected Cyra to have this strong of an effect on me, but apparently... she’s way too addictive. I keep wanting her, I keep wanting to touch her, hold her, keep her with me. Anything.
When I open the front door, I expect the others to have already claimed bedrooms of their own, but instead, I’m surprised by the smell of freshly brewed coffee and all three of them standing in the kitchen, obviously waiting for me.
Fuck. What now?
22
Cyra
I let myself fall back on the super soft bed, my heart beating like crazy, my whole body ablaze. Hell. That was...
Fucking hell.
I wanted Spence to kiss me, to ravish me, to take me right there. At the same time, I totally didn’t want it, I didn’t want to give him control like that. But that didn’t stop the small part of my mind that simply wanted a sexy guy like Spence to make me lose all sane thought.
Sure. The guy is sexy, hella sexy. Sexy in ways that make me want to undo his shirt and run my fingers over his exposed skin, but he’s still an Alpha.
All the guys have the exact same effect on me when they’re near, when they’re holding me or simply touching me. My whole body starts to heat up and my pussy starts to throb just imagining what they’d feel like above me, inside me.
Spence seems like he’ll be attentive and a little naughty, but also overpowering. Max seems very different, like he’ll have all his focus on me, like he’ll not fuck me, but he’ll ‘make love’ to me all night, intense and satisfying. Liam... I think he’ll have strange ideas of what to do during sex, like weird locations or something, or different positions, but he’ll also be making sure nothing bad can happen, strange but caring. Finally... Zack. When I think of what he’d be like, I’m thinking of hate-sex, of angry-sex, of hard and rough and fast, of losing control.
My nipples tighten, rubbing up against the inside of the way too sexy bra I’m wearing. This isn’t a bra I’m used to wearing, I bought it on impulse once, because it looked fun, but I’ve only worn once or twice since then, because it felt way too naughty to wear to work. My sexy undies combined with the plain clothes I picked at Max’ place make for a strange mix of sensations. I didn’t even change into something else when I was at my apartment. Too angry and upset, and not really thinking clearly either, too scared and uncertain.
I get out of bed and pull the curtains around the room closed. Then I lock the door to the outside and the door to the rest of the house, before I undress and slide under the covers.
Right now, wearing the sexy undies feels... It feels naughty, and having been surrounded by way too hot guys, some of who were very obviously undressing me with their eyes a good portion of the night... I’m hot. Very hot.
I move my hand down, sliding under my lace thong, and slowly circle my finger over the place that begs for attention. I slip my other hand under the cup of my bra and pinch my nipple, electricity sparks through me and I swallow a gasp.
Closing my eyes, I imagine the four Alphas, what they’d do to me with their tongues, their fingers, their cocks. First, they show up in my head, one by one, but then it’s not just one, but two, and three, and four. Until they all surround me, and my mind has no idea where one guy ends and another begins, just the pleasure they could give me. What?! That should not...
That final thought of all four guys surrounding me seemed to be exactly what I needed as I fall over the edge, my orgasm coursing through me.
Oh... hell... That was not supposed to happen... I was definitely not supposed to come while imagining Zack, Spence, Max and Liam all pleasuring me at the same time.
My cheeks are aflame and I quickly try to cool them against the pillow. Fucking hell. What am I doing? What did I do?
I might hate the idea of being owned by an Alpha, I might hate it with all my being, and I might still not want any of what comes with being mated by an Alpha. But that doesn’t change anything, these guys make me feel hot, I want them. I don’t want them simply because they’re Alphas, and I know that once I give in, they’ll own me the rest of my life, because I’m an Omega, but I want them as men. I want them for who they are.
This would have been so much easier if we were all human... Fuck. I’m so lost.
I can never have them as men without having them as my Alphas, and if we do what my mind just came up with... I won’t be able to look at them as my men ever again, only as my Alphas...
Which I refuse.
I have no idea what time it is when I wake up, just that I’m hungry. I roll over, only to remember where I am and how we got here. Great... I’m locked in a house with four Alphas and I have no idea where we are, and I have no idea how to get away. I can’t even escape from them.
Yeah. That soured my mood quickly.
Groaning, I get out of the bed and walk over to my bag, reaching in and grabbing my bottles of shampoo and body wash. They’re all specifically designed to hide my Omega scent from any shifters.
Then I grab a new pair of undies, a lot less sexy this time, since I’m not going to dress up for the guys anymore. They can get ‘weekend Cyra’ now, after all the crap that has happened because of them, they can learn to live with ‘weekend Cyra’.
I make quick work of the shower, not wanting to linger because I really need to eat something. I’m getting more and more grumpy the longer I’m in the shower, a combination of hunger and frustration about our situation.
I’ve got no idea what my parents are up to. I have no idea what people are saying about us, about me. I have no control over anything in my life. I can’t leave this place even if I wanted to. I can’t go anywhere without one or more of the guys around. And all that is definitely not helping my mood. No. I’m going to look for answers and then I’m going to have to set some rules with the guys, or all of this is going to go really wrong really fast.
The hallway to the rest of the house is quiet, and I have no idea if anyone else is actually awake right now. Spence said something about breakfast being delivered in the morning, so there should be something to eat in the house, if the guys haven’t eaten it yet...
From the hallway, I walk straight into the living room, which is deadly quiet. There are a couple of couches facing a large TV and fireplace. The place is covered in plush rugs and blankets and when I run my hands over one of them I shiver. Oh, these are super soft. Once I’ve had something to eat, I’m going to steal one of these to my room and I won’t come out from under it for the rest of the day, my own fluffy cocoon. That sounds like a great plan.
The kitchen is to the front of the house, no real walls between it and the living room, but it�
��s a little closed off with the use of counters that also function as low walls and there are stools all along the outside of the counters.
In the middle of the kitchen area is a massive table and it’s currently covered in all sorts of breakfast food. I spot croissants, hard buns, strawberries, orange juice, all good things. Anything a girl could want on a Sunday morning. And this time I don’t even have to prepare any of it myself. Okay, a small win in an otherwise crappy situation.
I find plates and cutlery on the counter and also a tray. I put a plate on a tray and load it with bread and croissants and little cute packets of jam. Then I hunt for a bowl, which I fill with a good portion of the strawberries. The guys will have to learn that they’re not going to get any special treatment from me. First come, first served, especially when it comes to food. Finally, I pour a glass of orange juice. Almost done.
When I turn to the coffee machine, I notice that it’s already on and the pot is half full. I narrow my eyes. How long has that been there? Did the guys make this when we arrived this morning, in which case... Ick. Or did someone just make this, in which case... Someone else is already awake. Fuck.
A voice from behind makes me jump. “Morning.” I spin around and Max saunters in, only wearing his slacks from last night.
Which makes sense, since none of the guys took any extra clothes with them. He looks freshly showered and I follow a drop of water sliding down his chest, down his abs, right to the top of his slacks. For a moment, I wonder if he’s going commando under there...
“Cyra?” Max sounds amused now and I quickly look to his face. Fuck, he caught me checking him out.
“Morning,” I mumble, my cheeks on fire, and I go over to my tray. I should leave, I should really leave.
“The coffee is fresh. I made it before taking a shower. In case you were wondering.” His voice is so calm, while my heart is beating like crazy and I’m wondering if he can hear it, it’s that loud.
