Page 32 of Going Down Smooth: Part One

“I want her. Avion. I need her, she was made for me,” Omari says softly as his lips wrap about my nipple again, biting down hard enough to make me squirm beneath him. Avion works his fingers inside of me, flicking my clit with his tongue until I am left a sobbing mess, begging, pleading. Then he stops.

“Do you want this, Freeya?” Avion croons once more. He’s asked me the same question so many times, I stopped counting. What did I want? I want this. I want them. If I believed in the supernatural, I would have sworn the moment Omari led me away from Mercy back at the club, he enchanted me somehow. I wasn’t drugged, I hadn’t had a drink yet tonight. One hit of their pheromones and I was lost, and now this all feels like a dream. Am I dreaming? I consented. I danced and laughed, enjoying the attention, the lingering touches. When they asked me to come home with them, I said yes. I said yes. Then I was led to Omari’s nest where my clothes were removed and I was laid bare for their eyes to feast on me.

I saidyes.

“I’m going to kiss you, Beta.” Vic comes into view over my head before he leans down and tortures me once more with his delicious mouth. He flicks his tongue against mine and the round metal ball of his piercing only stimulates me more. I open up for him to deepen the kiss, my arms extending over my head to wrap around his neck to bring him closer.

“Oh God!” I pull away, crying out to the heavens as Avion sucks my clit into his mouth slowly, as if he has all the time in the world. They want to kill me, that is what this is. A slow death.

“Look at how wet you are. Look at how you please my Omega. I say we keep her,” the voice calls from the shadows once more. The gritty sound of Dex’s voice is like something I’ve never experienced before.

“I need you, Freeya. I don’t think you realize how perfect you are.” Omari pulls my nipple hard, releasing it with a pop. He leans over and takes my other nipple and gives it the same attention. Vic swallows my sobs, my moans, my every gasp. Omari drapes his body over mine, holding me in place as he attacks my sore nipples and breasts. I thrash and buck my hips, needing more, but Avion gives me just enough, until he stops once more. They all pull away, leaving me bereft, aching, dripping.

My heart pounds in my chest. Is it supposed to be like this? I’ve lost all rational thought. Is there something wrong with me? This connection I feel, it can’t be real, right?

“Do you want this, Freeya?” Avion asks again, a note of finality to his voice that makes me open my eyes I hadn’t realized I closed. My chest heaves, my eyes widen and feel wild as they all come into view, hovering, eager, waiting to claim me as theirs. One word, Freeya. Is this right? Is this what I want? I need them. My heart has been waiting for them.

“Yes!” I shout. “Yes!” I break and sob in relief as they descend on me like hungry wolves, devouring me and consuming my flesh, claiming me as theirs until we are one.

“I have to say, Miss Smooth, your plans for the future of Smooth Bourbon are impressive. I can’t speak for the rest of the board, but I am sold.” My head snaps up at the sound of the Alpha, his ice blue eyes, blonde hair now white with age as he looks up at Mercy with dollar signs in his eyes. My fingers swipe my phone, controlling the projection in front of everyone with a simple touch.

I glance around, hoping no one noticed my lapse, only to find Lox smirking at me from across the room. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide last night from them. I am relieved that they got my silent message to keep quiet until I muster up the courage to tell my best friend myself. My eyes don’t stay on Lox long before the entire room erupts in applause.

Mercy inclines her head and tears spring to my eyes. She’s done it. I hope her father is looking down from heaven, beaming at her with pride. Mercy Smooth, CEO and owner of Smooth Bourbon Company. She will make national news. Omegas who crave change will be celebrating, little girls can dream of a future with possibilities instead of dread of the unknown.

“I second Alpha Masters here, Miss Smooth. I know you will do good things. The expansion plan to the European market is something I’ve wanted your father to do for a while. I guess he was saving the glory for you,” a woman with bright red hair and hungry green eyes said, her red painted nails clicking on the conference table impatiently. I guess she is ready to wrap this meeting up. Honestly, I’ve been on autopilot for the last hour, inundated with memories of last night and what it all means for me in the cold harsh light of day.

I gave myself to them.

“I can only honor my father with every decision I make. In the next few months, a lot of changes will be made in order to make the company more accessible to everyone in the community. New jobs, more flexible working hours, time off for biological needs, the works. I am dedicated to the equality of all designations,” Mercy says with conviction, watching the board close for any hint or flicker that they disagree with her stance. I sit back in my seat admiring their poker faces, because no one bats an eyelid. I guess when the promise of millions is up for grabs, the little changes Mercy wants to make are a drop in a very large ocean.

“I support you one hundred percent, Miss Smooth. I want to congratulate you on your recent joining of your pack.” A burly man with dark brown skin and kind eyes says from two seats down from me. “I know it’s a part of your father’s wishes, but by the looks of these men around you, I can tell it’s not a hardship,” he says, making Knight turn his attention on the man.

“Mercy will be our mate when she is ready, Mr.—”

“Baxter,” the man answers, holding his hand up in surrender. “I meant no offense, Alpha Biggs. I want to make sure Miss Smooth understands that the world is watching. If she is mated there will be less scrutiny.” Mr. Baxter fidgets, knowing he has hit a sore spot in the room. Mercy clasps her hands in front of her, the epitome of calm and control, although I know my bestie is raging.

“Knight is right, and so are you. I understand your concerns, but my personal life is not one of them. My pack and I will be mated, but not because my father gave me a deadline to do so. I will mate with these men because it is what I feel in my heart. It is what feels right. They are mine.Mine.” As she emphasizes the last word her fists clench at her sides, her smile thins.

“Of course. Of course,” Mr. Baxter says in what feels like an apology. He looks down at the report in front of him and the topic drops.

“Well, if you don’t have any more questions for Miss Smooth, Monday morning she will be open for further video chats from your prospective locations,” I say to end this meeting and get my friend out of here. She’s been through enough today. The protesters outside haven’t stopped screaming and chanting. Her father showing up to contest the decision of the will, which he had no grounds to do, and the constant reminder that she needs to be mated in order to maintain control of her own company.

“Yes, I think that is all the time Miss Smooth has for you all today,” Mrs. Caroline chimes in, checking her watch before she rushes off to the light switch on the far wall near the entrance of the large conference room. I watch the projection screen slowly retreat into the ceiling as the lights brighten all around us. The board members begin to stand but I don’t move from my spot as my phone pings next to me.

Avion: Are you done?

Me: I can’t just leave.

Avion: Make your excuses, tu es a moi. We will be waiting.

Me: This is my job. My best friend needs me. I can’t.

Avion: You can, and you will. Or did you forget who you belong to now? Do you want me to come and get you?

Me: No.

Avion: Good girl. I am fair, baby girl. I will not keep you away from what you enjoy, from your best friend. But when I arrive for you, you will come. Compredre?

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