by D J Heart
Sam nodded.
"Good. The kitchen is fully stocked, and you should feel free to help yourself to whatever you want. If there’s something we don’t have, just put it on the list hanging on the fridge and the housekeeper will get it for you."
Sam swallowed. "Thanks," he said. It was nice to know he wouldn’t have to beg for food, at least. He knew some alphas got off on making their omegas ‘earn’ their food, and it was a relief that the alpha pack didn’t intend to go that route.
"So today is your day off," Max said. He leaned back in his chair, pushing his shoulders back and sliding to the edge of his seat. "I bet you’re wondering what that means, huh?"
Sam chewed the inside of his cheek and nodded.
Stretching his legs out in front of him under the table, Max crossed his ankles and let his arms hang loose by his sides. He looked dangerous and sexy, and Sam’s balls suddenly felt heavy and full. He shifted in his seat, mortified when his cock started getting hard. Since he was still naked, he pushed his chair closer to the table to hide the evidence of his arousal.
"It’s your day, basically," Max said, watching him closely. "You can do what you want. I think David even had a credit card made up for you."
Sam scraped his spoon along the bottom of his bowl, lifting the last of his oatmeal into his mouth as he thought about what Max was saying. He couldn’t really mean whatever he wanted, could he?
"What if I want to go out? Like… if I want to go to the movies or go for a walk?"
"As long as you bring your phone so you can call us if you need help, go ahead." Max grinned and crossed his arms over his chest. "You look surprised."
"I guess… what about the rest of the week?" he asked.
"Depends on who you’re with," Max said. He sat up straight and leaned over the table. "We each have our days with you, and what we say goes. I have to say though, I’m a lot more excited about this arrangement than I’d thought I’d be."
Sam’s breath hitched. There was something about the way Max was smirking that was making him feel all flushed and discombobulated.
"You are?" His voice came out in an undignified squeak.
Max’s smirk widened. He looked positively devilish, and Sam held his breath. This was the Max he remembered from last night.
"Oh yeah. Last night I figured I’d test the waters and see how you’d respond to some rough play—but I wasn’t really expecting anything. Most omegas can’t handle the kind of pain that I enjoy. But you… I’m so happy with you. We are going to have so much fun figuring out what your limits are."
Sam let the air in his lungs out in a slow exhale. He felt lightheaded. "I don’t… I don’t like pain," he insisted.
"No?" Max reached over and put his hand on his neck. He squeezed down gently and rose from his chair, coming to stand right next to where Sam was sitting. Max’s bulge was right at Sam’s eye level, the thick outline of his cock clearly visible.
Sam shuddered as the intimidating alpha shifted his grip up to grab the hair at the nape of his neck. He gasped when Max pulled his head back, forcing him to look up. He stared at Max’s face towering over him, hyper aware of the bulge just an inch from his chin.
"I came on much too strong last night and I apologize," Max said, not looking sorry in the least. He moved Sam’s head so that his cheek lay pressed against his leather-clad cock. Sam could feel it, huge and hot and throbbing under the shiny material. He couldn’t help trying to turn his face further into the bulge, wanting to nuzzle it.
"The next time we play, we’ll do it right," Max said. His voice had dipped into a lower register, and Sam felt goosebumps blossom on his arms. His cock was harder than ever. Max continued, "You’ll have a safe-word, and I won’t get ahead of myself. But do you know what?"
Sam felt drugged. He stared up at Max, breaths coming fast and shallow, the alpha’s words hardly registering. All he could think about was turning his head and licking over the leather-clad cock pressing against his face, but he couldn’t until Max relaxed his grip.
"Sam? Are you listening to me?" Max crouched down so that he and Sam were at eye level.
Sam nodded, wincing as the movement pulled on his hair. He didn’t know where to look. Being face to face with Max was even more intimidating than being pressed up against his crotch. Max had rugged features, with a wide lantern shaped jaw, an aquiline nose and cheekbones that looked like they could cut glass. He wasn’t pretty, but the total package was undeniably appealing.
"What did I just say?"
Sam struggled to think. Max was just so close, and his eyes were so intense. It was hard to get his thoughts in order.
"I’ll have a safe-word and you won’t get ahead of yourself," he said after a loaded pause, remembering. He wondered if Max was telling the truth—if he really would get a safe-word. It was hard to imagine.
"Good boy. But do you know what?" Max asked, inching closer. Sam could feel his breath on his skin, and just a fraction of an inch closer and Max’s stubble would be brushing against his cheek.
He wanted it.
"What?" he croaked.
"You won’t use it. Everything I do, you’ll take it and want more. I’ve got you pegged, Sam. You’re fucking greedy for what I’m going to do to you."
Sam closed his eyes and said nothing. He wanted to deny what Max was saying, but there was no denying that he’d felt something when Max had abused him the night before. The pain had been horrible, but he hadn’t wanted it to stop.
He didn’t understand.
Max smiled and rose from his crouch, stepping away. He ruffled Sam’s hair, the gesture friendly and playful.
"But don’t worry. If you prove me wrong and use your safe-word, everything stops. I don’t want you to be scared of me. Anyway, I’m late for work. Enjoy your day off."
Sam watched him strut out of the kitchen, his mind racing.
He was so confused.
Max was a sadist and he wanted to make Sam scream and cry and hurt, but he didn’t want him to be scared? How did that work?
Except… Sam wasn’t scared. This version of Max—the one who talked to him like he was a real person and not a toy created to amuse him—was almost charming.
Sam looked at the pair of empty bowls sitting on the table, the silence deafening, wondering what he should do now.
He might as well rinse the bowls and put them in the sink.
Standing up, Sam was reminded of the fact that he was naked. He felt exposed and vulnerable, and he wanted to get dressed. He made quick work of rinsing out the bowls and headed back to the bathroom.
He didn’t know where to find clothes, but he knew where the towels were. He wrapped one around his waist, looking at himself in the mirror. Without Max there, he had more time to examine the new scars on his neck.
He wondered how they had healed over so fast.
Tracing the scars with his fingertips, matching each one to the alpha that had put it there, Sam wondered what people would think when they saw him. An omega usually only had a single bite, and Sam wondered if people would stare at him.
There was no use thinking about it. Making sure the towel was secure around his waist; he headed out in search of clothes. He was just about to leave the breeding room when he heard the bedroom door across the hall open. He froze, his hand on the doorknob, and wondered who else had woken up.
Pushing the door open, he stepped into the hall and came face to chest with Jack.
"Sam! There you are, what are you doing up?" Jack asked, sounding happy. Then his face got a pinched, worried expression. "Are you feeling okay? David said you wouldn’t be sore, but you looked really tired last night."
"I feel fine. I just had to go to the bathroom and I didn’t want to wake anyone up. I ran into Max and he gave me breakfast. His uniform is really intimidating."
Sam blushed, wondering why he’d said that last part, but Jack only laughed.
"Yeah, I know. It’s all that leather. It’s just so unnecessary. I mean… he doesn’
t even ride a motorcycle. He didn’t give you a hard time, did he? Last night he sort of crossed the line, and David promised me he’d have a talk with him. We all agreed that we were going to be nice to you."
"You did?" Sam asked, hopeful.
Jack nodded vigorously. "Yeah, of course. David has been looking for an omega like you for years. We don’t want you to be unhappy."
"Yeah, cause unhappy omegas kill themselves. We want you to stick around."
Sam jumped, startled by the voice coming from down the hall. He turned around, both twins walking toward him and Jack. He had no idea which one had spoken.
"Logan! That’s awful," Jack said, sounding outraged. "We’re going to be nice to him because it’s the right thing to do and because we want him to be happy here!"
Logan laughed, standing next to Sam and putting an arm around his shoulders. Unlike Jack, who was fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, he was completely naked.
"That’s what I said!" He curled his arm, pulling Sam’s head into the side of his chest. His skin was warm and smooth, and the muscle underneath was rock hard.
Sam grabbed his towel to prevent it falling off, letting Logan manhandle him without resisting. The twins were both shorter than Jack, but what they lacked in height they made up for with muscle.
"Did you sleep good?" Logan asked, looking down at Sam. He put his fist under Sam’s jaw and gently pushed his chin up so that he could see his face.
"I… pretty good, I think. You?" Sam had no idea how he was supposed to act in this situation. He was practically in a headlock, and the scent and feel of Logan’s body was making it hard to think.
"I slept great. Thanks for asking."
Logan relaxed his arm and released Sam’s neck. "I’m going to shower and head back to campus. You coming Aiden?"
He started walking down the hall, looking over his shoulder for an answer from his twin.
Aiden nodded. "Sure, but I want to eat first. I’ll meet you at the gym at noon, okay?"
"Sounds good!" Logan disappeared around the corner.
Aiden turned to Sam, a gentle smile on his face.
"Hunter had your stuff shipped here over-night. The concierge is bringing it up now. I’m guessing you want to get dressed?"
Sam nodded. He did want to get dressed. And showered, now that he was thinking about it.
"Great. Jack, why don’t you show him to his room while I get his bag?"
"Sure," Jack said, reaching out and taking Sam’s hand. "Come on, Sam. Your room is this way."
Sam let Jack lead him down the hall, surprised that he was getting his own room. That, he knew, was unusual for an omega.
Then again, nothing about his marriage to the alpha pack was normal.
***
Sam’s room was nice. He had a big bed, and off to the side of the room there was a fireplace with a TV hanging over it and a comfy chair to sit in.
"So this is you," Jack said, leading him further inside. "The bathroom is in here, and your closet is through there."
Jack opened the bathroom door and pointed to the walk in closet. Sam looked at the fancy shower and marble tiles, and he couldn’t have felt more out of place. It was just so different from the small house he’d grown up in.
"Do you like it?"
Sam nodded, deciding to just roll with it. And he had to admit he was charmed by how eager Jack was. He might stand about a foot taller than Sam and outweigh him by eighty pounds, but he seemed so genuinely nice that Sam couldn’t imagine feeling threatened by him.
"It’s great," he said, meaning it. "Does everyone have their own room?"
Jack made his way over to the bed and sat down, leaning back on his elbows. The relaxed pose showed off the width and power of his shoulders and the thickness of his thighs, and Sam felt drool pooling in the bottom of his mouth.
Jack was hot.
"Kind of," Jack said. "Hunter and Max have the two apartments on the floor below us, while I share this one with David. The twins have an apartment on the fifty-eighth floor, but during the school year they live in a dorm on campus."
Sam wondered how much money the pack had. Owning this many apartments had to be enormously expensive.
Before either he or Jack could say anything else, there was a knock on the door and Aiden walked in without waiting for an answer. He’d gotten dressed, and he was carrying Sam’s beaten up old duffle bag over his shoulder.
"Hey, Sam. I’ve got your stuff. You might want to put away any clothes you want to keep before David gets his hands on them."
"What?" Sam took the bag, confused.
Jack snorted. When Sam looked at him, he explained. "David has this thing where he wants the pack to dress nice. Last month he went through my closet and threw away like nine shirts and six pairs of jeans after I wore a t-shirt with holes in it to school. He says dressing poorly reflects poorly on the pack. Just make sure you wear nice clothes when you go out and you’ll be fine."
Sam opened his bag and looked at his meager belongings. His uncle had been nice enough to pack the box of photos of his parents that he’d kept under his bed, as well as his books and the various knick-knacks he’d collected over the years. His clothes were all there, too, but none of them were what he would call nice or fancy.
"My clothes aren’t really that nice," he said, not feeling particularly self-conscious about it. His clothes were well cared for and clean, and that had always been enough. He’d never put much stock in his appearance beyond making sure he wasn’t dirty.
"David will probably take you shopping on Saturday, but if you want to stay on his good side you should probably do some shopping today. I could go with you, if you want?"
Jack looked hopeful. He was sitting up on the edge of the bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees.
"I… sure," Sam said, reaching into his bag and retrieving his nicest pair of jeans and a simple blue t-shirt. "Do you mind if I shower first, though?"
Jack shook his head and sprang off the bed. "Not at all, I’ll go get you a towel."
Sam looked down at the towel wrapped around his waist.
Aiden laughed. "He’s already got a towel. You should go eat breakfast while he gets ready."
Jack flushed, but he didn’t look too embarrassed. "I’ll leave you to it!" he said, heading out of the room.
Sam was left alone with Aiden.
"I’m heading back to campus. Logan or I will come around and pick you up Tuesday morning, so you should have an overnight bag packed. Okay?"
"Oh… okay," Sam said.
So he’d be joining the twins on campus? He wondered what that would be like.
Aiden grinned and pulled him into a quick hug, rubbing his back. Sam froze, his mind going blank as Aiden’s strong arms wrapped around him and his big hand rubbed his back.
"Great. I’ll see you later, Sam."
"See you later," Sam replied, watching as Aiden walked out of the room.
He was alone again. Breathing out, he headed into the bathroom. The door had a lock, and turning it felt amazing. Though his new alphas were seemingly nice, being with them was exhausting.
A moment to himself was exactly what he needed.
***
Jack
Jack felt practically giddy as he made his way into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. He’d been so worried that Sam would hate him after the disastrous way the claiming had gone, but Sam was acting like everything was good between them.
Jack wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He rounded the corner into the kitchen and came face to face with Hunter. The older alpha was dressed for work, and Jack rolled his eyes. Hunter had already made partner, and there was no need for him to be going in on a Sunday.
"Jack," Hunter said, looking Jack up and down. When Jack first joined the pack he’d always felt that Hunter was judging him, but now he knew that the older alpha just wasn’t very good at interacting with other people. Getting along with him was way easie
r if you chose not to be offended.
"Hey, Hunter. You headed into work?" he asked. Walking to the fridge, he grabbed a carton of eggs and a pack of bacon. He was in the mood for something greasy and delicious.
"Yes. Why?" Hunter looked uncomfortable.
"No reason. Did you say good morning to Sam?"
Jack knew he hadn’t.
"It’s not my day with him," Hunter replied. Jack carried his eggs and bacon to the stove, setting them down with a frown in Hunter’s direction.
