Page 27 of Going Down Smooth: Part Two

“Freeya!” Vic roars finding his own release, his hand pressing me down onto the bed as he spills his cum inside of me. I’m breathing so hard, my lungs sting, but that could be because I have a heavy-ass Alpha pinning me down. Vic gets off me and I sigh in relief; my lungs fill as he pulls out of me. I don’t move from my spot as he moves around the room. The water turns on from the other side as I watch him clean himself up before he grabs our clothes and brings them over to me.

He drops to his knees and groans. “Cariña, seeing my cum leak from this pretty pussy of yours makes my cock hard all over again.” He licks the inside of my thigh, making me squirm as my phone chimes again. Vic tsks, saying, “But alas, if I fuck you again, the urge to knot you will be too tempting.”

My phone chimes again, and I squeeze my eyes shut in frustration, hoping like hell Vic can’t see who it is from where he is.

“Come on, Free, let’s get you cleaned up and go home to our Omega. By the sounds coming from your phone, he has been away from you too long.” Vic hurries to clean me up, helping me dress quickly. I shove my phone in my pocket, turning it on silent as we leave Vic’s shop, trying to ignore the buzzing as we make our way home.

“Mari, let her get in the door before you carry her off to your room. We will not see either of you for the rest of the night,” Dez admonishes our Omega, his hazel eyes sparkle with delight at the sight of me. He grabs me from Omari’s arms and my Omega pouts as Dez wraps his strong arms around me and kisses my lips.

“You smell like Vic, baby. Has he already been in your pussy today? I bet you’re still dripping.” He lifts his brow in question, making me blush. I am not a blusher, but fuck, their dirty mouths do things to me.

Vic walks by us but not before he swats my ass as he passes. “You’re damn right I have, and I would still be inside of her if Omari here wouldn’t lose his shit and bar me from his nest.” I cover my face with my hands as Dez puts me on my feet, letting my body drag down his muscular frame, his hard dick more than obvious as it presses against my stomach.

“Don’t be shy, baby. You love our filth, and you know it,” Dez says, leaving me to watch him walk away, his ass and thighs in the combat pants he’s sporting make my mouth water.

“Come on, Free.” Omari lifts me from my feet and walks toward the dining room. “We can eat dinner and then you’re all mine.” He kisses my cheek, and I can’t help my widening smile as the large black marble table comes into view as well as Avion who’s sitting at the head of the table waiting for us.

“You’re home!” I shout, wiggling out of Omari’s hold to get to my Alpha. God, I am such a sappy sucker for them. If you’d told me months ago I would be squealing in delight and leaping into the laps of my future mates like a kid in line to see Santa, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am falling into Avion’s lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, breathing in his scent like Omari does me.

“Did you miss me, mon chéri?” Avion laughs, it’s a deep chuckle that vibrates his chest, making my heart warm as he makes room for my body between the seat and the table. I raise up and pull back so I can see his gorgeous face. I reach up and run my hand over his short cut, the black waves feel like silk to the touch, and he closes his eyes at the contact.

“Yes,” I say earnestly, because I truly did. Avion runs his family’s international export business and it requires him to fly via his private jet back and forth to France once a month. Considering it’s the holidays, I was worried he would be stuck across the Atlantic and we would have had to spend Christmas without him. At least, that is what he told me before he left. Yep, I am needy, so sue me.

“I can’t stand to be away from Omari or you, mon chéri. I was determined to get things wrapped up, especially because Dez may be leaving for a quick trip away himself,” he says, making me turn toward Dez. My mouth falls open to voice my concerns as he and Vic bring food to the table, followed by Omari who is carrying a bottle of wine under one arm, with plates and silverware in the other. I don’t register the food, although the smell of marinara sauce hits my nose, the thought of eating makes my stomach churn suddenly.

“Do you have a lead? Did they find her? Does Mercy know yet?” I ask in quick succession, making Dez hold up his hand for me to calm down as he sits beside us. Avion wraps his arms around me tight and pulls me back into his lap.

“I’m not sure, but I got word that Mal was spotted, so I can only assume they are all together. This is good news, it means, they didn’t leave the country. I haven’t told Mercy yet because I don’t want to get her hopes up,” he replies, sounding exhausted as he reaches for the bowl of Caesar salad and begins to put some on a plate.

“Don’t worry, cariña. We won’t miss Pack Night at M. Bar. Dez might not be there but the rest of us will be. I know how much you want to support your bestie,” Vic reassures me with a wink as they all begin to plate up the chicken parmigiana and salad, passing the bowls and French bread around as they prepare to eat. My stomach crawls but my buzzing phone only sours my stomach.

“Cariña, you need to eat. You barely touched your burger at lunch today. Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’ve been a bit off since this morning.” They all look at me with worried expressions on their faces. Avion shifts me in his lap to get a look at my face as my phone buzzes again.

“Are you getting work messages at this time of night, mon chéri? Your phone has been buzzing like mad. I almost thought you had a vibrator inside you, but you would be cumming all over my pants if you did,” Avion says, trying to make light of his question, but I drop my head as the infuriating buzzing continues.

“Freeya,” Dez’s deep voice penetrates my defenses, and I know I have to deal with this now before it gets worse. I don’t know what the messages say or why I’m being bombarded with them by a stranger, or at least I don’t think it’s a stranger.

“Free?” The sound of Omari’s panic has my head snapping up as my eyes well with tears. Oh fuck, the last thing I need is to cry right now. Why am I crying? Geez.

I wipe away the stray tears, angry with myself for the outward display of vulnerability. I begin to tell them about the random text messages I received today from my unknown stalker. They all remain quiet until I reach into my pocket and pull out the still vibrating phone and place it on the table.

“Why didn’t you tell me, cariña?” Vic asks calmly but his face is anything but. He’s pissed at me. “You are just as much a target now as Mercy.”

“Baby.” Dez sighs and picks up the phone. “You have to let us know everything. Your safety is paramount, especially until things die down with Mercy and the media. Open your phone and let me look.” He holds up the phone to my face and I shift in Avion’s lap nervously because I haven’t seen anything since Mercy arrived at the shop. I actively ignored each text for the rest of the day. Dez flicks through the texts and we all sit in concerned silence as his face morphs into a boiling rage. His lips thin in disgust, the crease between his brows deepen with every swipe of his thumb.

“Your last name is Stuart?” he asks without looking at me as he pulls out his own phone and sets it next to mine. Using whatever smart technology he has I can see him transferring the texts from my phone to his.

“Dez, we already know that about her. What’s wrong?” Avion asks. If he is worried about any of this he doesn’t show it, he just holds me tighter. In that moment, I know I need to be a hundred percent honest. I haven’t told them about my family or who my family is. All they know is that I am a lone Beta, bestie and assistant to Mercy Smooths.

“I changed the spelling five years ago.” My voice cracks as I wipe away another tear. I spell it S-T-E-W-A-R-T instead of the spelling you can see on the screen.”

Dez sighs, absently rubbing his hands down his face. “That’s why I couldn’t find any real information on you, only the last five years of your life in Chicago. Fuck, Freeya,” he bites out the last words in frustration. I want to be outraged that he did a background check on me but with one look at Omari, I deflate. Of course, he did. Rightly so. He has to protect his pack, and I am an unknown.

“Why did you change your name, mon chéri?” Avion asks, rubbing my back in gentle circles, soothing my nerves with each stroke of his hand.

“Lay it all out for me, baby, because what I am seeing here has been going on for years, unbeknownst to you,” Dez says in concern.

Before I ask him why he thinks so, I blow out a breath and I tell them everything. Who my family was, the rich and prominent Stuart family. How my parents wanted me to be an Omega and had gone as far as arranging a mating ceremony with a pack of Alphas from other rich and powerful families.

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