Page 30 of Going Down Smooth: Part One

“You’re going to kill me, Songbird. This pretty pussy is wet and waiting.” I spread her legs wide, wrapping my arms underneath her, pulling her closer.

“Please, Trey.” She whines and I tsk. I can’t have my girl waiting, wanting, and needing. I lean forward to lick her from ass to clit, and she cries out in perfect harmony. “That’s right, Songbird, sing for me.” I lap at her clit, pulling it between my teeth, humming at the taste of her on my tongue.

“Oh God, Trey!” she shouts. Her hips attempt to buck off the piano in search of more pressure but I hold her steady and lick, suck, and consume her arousal at my pace.

“Right now, Songbird, I am your God and my love your salvation.” I plunge two fingers inside of her, making her thrash and moan long and loud, her screams of my name like music to my ears, like the lyrics of a Lauryn Hill song. I worship her, the acoustics in the room only heighten my own pleasure. My cock leaks inside my sweatpants, the need to be inside of her spurs me on until she begs me for her release.

“I’m coming, Trey. I’m coming,” she calls out before her legs stretch out wide, her hips lift off the piano as her orgasm hits her like a crescendo, her cries climbing higher and higher. I drink her in, sucking down slick like a starving man. As she calms beneath me, I kiss her stomach, imaging her belly large and round with our child. Something primal snaps in me. Shoving my sweatpants down below my knees is as far as I get them before I’m yanking Mercy’s limp body into my arms and down onto my waiting cock.

Mercy wraps her legs around my waist, her head falls forward, resting on my shoulder, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. My teeth ache with the need to bite her as she moans. Her pussy flutters around my cock from contact alone. I lift her, closing my eyes, fighting against my instincts to claim her and make her mine. I slam her down hard, impaling her, and she rewards me with her voice.

“Yes! Trey! Oh! Oh!” She shouts as I grind into her, the need to rut and plant my seed inside of her is making me desperate to be as deep as I can. I work Mercy’s hips, lifting my own to meet hers, thrusting hard and deep. I growl, guttural and deep, as I feel my knot swell to the point of pain. Reaching between us, I find Mercy’s clit, circling my finger while pressing down firmly. Her orgasm slams into her moments later as she howls and shudders in my arms. I thrust up, pushing my knot inside of her and my cock explodes, stretching and expanding, making Mercy follow me over the edge once more. I come for so long my cum leaks out between us, and drips onto the bench and the floor. I purr in satisfaction at the sight. I know Mercy is on birth control, but there’s a part of me that needs to shove my cum back inside her and hold it there until it catches.

I hold her close, kissing her sweat soaked curls, settling her onto my lap as her body relaxes into me. When our breathing slows the world brightens once more. I cradle her around me and reach for the piano once more and I create a song about the joy in my heart and the hope for our future in my soul.

EIGHTEEN

LOX

Mercy grips my hand tight as I walk beside her toward the main entrance of Smooth Bourbon.

I knew she was anxious from her posture in the car earlier. As the wrought iron gates had come into view, she had stiffened beside me, pressing her shoulder into my side. I didn’t ask my girl questions, instead I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I knew what happened the last time she was here. She’d passed out just as she reached the exit of the factory floor and woken up changed. She’d presented, designation Omega.

What had surprised us all though, was the numbers of protesters outside the gates. Signs held high, some in favor of Mercy, excited to see change in the world. Others had my teeth set in a feral menacing snarl. Keeping Mercy close, I scanned the crowd searching for a familiar face. One person in particular: Stefan. If I’d seen him, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from breaking ranks and jumping out of the car to beat the shit out of him. I didn’t even see Derrick’s pompous ass or any of his pack, so I’d breathed easier, hoping that this afternoon would go well.

Knight walks on the other side of Mercy, his hand resting on the small of her back as he guides her along. The need to touch her and offer comfort is ingrained in every strand of our DNA. Nate and Trey follow right behind us, watching our surroundings warily, as if someone is going to jump out of the bushes and take her from us. The thought makes me look up and scan the multi-story red brick building in front of us.

Stopping in her tracks, Mercy takes in the building, the same nineteenth century architecture still stands; worn red brink, rows and rows of black framed windows with a black metal double door at the entrance. The factory itself stands tall above the original building like a giant sentry, gleaming white and opposing. It's where the magic happens, and I fell in love with this place when I was a kid, just like Mercy did.

Satisfied with what she sees, Mercy drops her hand from mine, giving me one last reassuring squeeze before she transforms before my eyes. Knight steps away instinctively, almost as if he can feel the growing power inside of her as she stands straighter, brushing off the invisible lint from her charcoal and pink striped pants suit which clings to her curves like a glove. Her hair is gathered up into a tidy updo, revealing her long neck adorned by a single silver chain with a treble clef note pendant sitting just above her breasts. Trey outdid himself this morning, I see. After the concert of moans and screams this morning, I am sure he is just a smug as Knight was last night. I can’t complain, my cock was so hard, I came to her moans in the shower with a promise that next time I will join them.

Mercy doesn’t wait for us as she confidently walks ahead the pack. The sound of her black stilettos clicking against the concrete sidewalk sounds like the drum cadence of an upcoming battle. We all follow her like a suited and booted regimen of big dick energy.If you got it, you got it.Black suits and ties, shiny black shoes, hell, the only thing we are missing are earpieces and we would be the damn Secret Service. The metal door springs open automatically for her, one of the visible signs of modernization on the antique building.

“Freeya!” Mercy calls out to her best friend as the Beta makes her way out of the doors meeting Mercy halfway up the path. Freeya wears large black sunglasses, her hair is sleek and straight, falling over her shoulders in loose waves. She’s slightly taller than Mercy with dark brown skin and dark brown eyes. Her black pants suit is double breasted and tailored with a cream turtleneck that sits just below her chin. As we get closer, the wind blows and picks up both of their scents. I cock my head to the side, but the audible gasp from Nate behind me confirms it. Freeya is covered in the scents of the Savoy pack. Her scent has changed. I whistle. Well, today just amped up a notch. Someone got claimed last night. Well. . .well. . .little Beta. I did not see that coming.

Knight steps forward, mouth parting to interrogate the woman but my arm snaps out to catch him. I nod my head silently. If only our bond extended to telepathy it would help. “Not here,” I mouth. That is the last thing Mercy needs.

As if sensing our eyes on her, Freeya takes off her sunglasses, revealing tired eyes and an extra layer of makeup on her face. She hugs Mercy. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye last night. Well, it’s not like you were coherent anyway, but I was perfectly safe,” she says, injecting a bit of humor in her voice. She looks to the four of us over Mercy’s shoulder, eyes wide, as if to say, “Shut your mouths, dickheads.”

Mercy searches Freeya’s face, and I can’t help the smirk I give the Beta at the alarm on her face. Don’t worry, little Beta, my girls got too much on her mind to really read between the lines. After a moment, Mercy replies, and I can see Freeya visibly relax. “Good. I was worried about you. We can catch up later, though.” Mercy hooks her arm with Freeya’s, turning her and leaving us behind once more.

“Yeah, I’m sure there’s a lot to talk about. I don’t even need to wager that there is a mating mark hiding underneath that turtleneck. Hell, I can’t say I blame them though. Avion and Vic don’t hesitate to give Omari what he desires. If they agree, then Dex falls in line with the pack. I mean, she’s no Mercy, but she’s beautiful and she completes their pack,” Nate says as we watch them go.

“I can’t believe they claimed her. Don’t you think that was a bit impulsive? Avion is not usually so careless,” Knight says, shoving his hands in his pockets disapprovingly. “I mean, the woman just arrived for fucks sake. She completes their pack, but it’s like you said last night, if she’s important to Mercy, she’s important to us.”

I grunt noncommittally, raising my hands in surrender. “Hey, when you know you know. Omari was damn near feral by the end of the night. I mean, her scent was faint when we picked her up yesterday, they scent marked her almost excessively.” I scrunch my nose at the onslaught of scent stilling lingering in air, but I continue. “My teeth ache with the need to claim Mercy—"

“Tell me about it. I had to close my eyes and think of pink bunnies and rainbow unicorns this morning,” Trey cuts me off, making us all turn to look at him. I don’t know what’s happening to my brother, but I am loving the change.

“What?” he says innocently, and we all laugh. For someone so perceptive of others he has no clue when it comes to himself.

“I expect the slip of control from this asshole.” Knight points to me and I can’t disagree. It’s who I am. “But not you, Trey.” He shrugs but steps in front of Trey when he frowns. “It’s just out of character, you held yourself back and that is what’s most important.” Knight pats him on the back and turns.

I smile at Trey and Nate. Both of them definitely appear more dominant these last few days. Honestly, I welcome it. “About damn time” I mutter as I jog to catch up with Knight.

“Let the shitshow begin.”

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