Page 26 of Nothing is Free

Releasing my grip on his hair, Mari scrambles back and positions himself on his hands and knees in the middle of his nest. A large, raised platform bed sits in the middle of the cozy little room we built above his room. His nest is hidden, with access via his walk-in closet. The door a faux dresser that slides away to reveal a spiral staircase leading you up into the nest. Soft cream padded walls, gray, black, and white plush pillows and blankets spill over the bed and onto the floor. Every inch of this room is made for fucking on every surface. Built into the walls are shelves for food and water during his heats and a security monitor that I can access when we lock ourselves in with him for days.

The low lighting makes the beads of sweat down his back sparkle as he tilts forward, his chest resting on the back of his hands. I lick my lips, wanting to taste every inch of his skin, reacquaint myself with his body, lose myself and truly let go. The sight of his nice round ass up in the air, makes a groan escape my lips. It’s been months since we’ve been alone like this, and I miss him. I miss us. “Oh, so, you do know how to obey. I was under the impression, you forgot who you belongto,” I say sardonically. Yeah, to say I was still pissed at him months later for running toward danger is an understatement.

“Dez. . .I’m?—”

“I didn’t say you can speak. Omegas only open their mouths to swallow cocks. You’ve already done that, so keep it shut. I think that smart mouth of yours has said and done enough to last us a lifetime of silence.” I didn’t mean to let the last sentence slip out of me. His body stiffens and I know my words hit home. I also know he attempted to apologize just now, and I refused it. I’m just as stubborn as he is, and well, if I’m being brutally honest with myself, if the circumstances had been reversed, I would have done exactly what he did all those months ago. My need for control, to control him, caused this rift between us. There, I finally admit it.

He whimpers again, knees shifting from side to side on the bed impatiently, but I don’t move as my eyes peruse his body. Tall and lean, Omari has more of a dancer’s body, toned muscular arms and legs with silky golden skin. He is perfect. I step up onto the platform, all my thoughts of making him suffer, to make him crazy with need and begging for release suddenly don’t interest me. All I want, all I need, is to sink my cock into his warmth.

Palming my cock in my hand, I kneel on the bed behind him. With my other hand, I reach out and spread his ass cheeks, letting my fingers dance over his smooth skin until they brush lightly over his tight hole.

“Dez, please,” Omari hisses, grinding his ass back into me. I raise my finger and suck the digit into my mouth getting it nice and wet before pushing it slowly inside him.

“Yes.” He sighs, body relaxing, opening up for me as I work my finger in and out. He doesn’t need preparation or lubrication, his body is always ready for us. It’s the act itself that makes my dick weep, I love to watch him squirm for me.

“Dez,” he pleads as I push another finger inside him until I’m hitting his sweet spot. Omari jerks forward, panting and sobbing, his face buried in the sheets, he pounds the bed with his fist.

“Say it, Mari. Tell your Alpha what you need,” I grit out between clenched teeth. Seeing him unravel like this, is making my control slip. No more games.

“You. I need you, Alpha. All of you. Give me your knot, please. . .please!” he cries out and I break. Removing my fingers, I grab his hips, yank him back, and thrust forward, slamming into him.

We both groan, the feeling of coming home washes over me as I fuck him into the bed. Omari moans, shouting incoherently as I claim him hard and deep. “Dez! Fuck me, yes!”

“I missed this.” Thrust. “I almost lost you.” Thrust. “It would have killed me.” Thrust. “Fuck, Mari!” I shout, letting my feelings pour out of me. “I love you. Don’t ever scare me like that again,” I finally say what I’ve wanted to say for months. I let my anger get in the way and couldn’t allow myself to admit how vulnerable I felt, how much almost losing him wrecked me.

“I’m sorry. . .fuck. Oh God, I’m sorry!” Omari sobs, and it only makes me fuck him harder, my hips slam brutally into him until his arms slip out from underneath him. Changing position, I sit back on my legs and pull him up, his back to my chest and he rides my cock. I plant kisses on his neck and back, whispering my love for him against his skin. With one hand around his waist, I slide the other over his hips and grip his cock in my hand, fisting it, I stroke him up and down in time with my thrusts.

Omari turns his lips toward mine and our mouths collide, teeth and tongues clashing, the kiss is sloppy but no less passionate. We kiss like two starving souls, equal partshungry for each other and laced with so much longing my heart aches.

“Cum for me, Mari. Cum for your Alpha,” I say before biting down on my mate mark on his right shoulder. He cries out, body trembling he cums, spilling his release over my hand. I fuck him through it, feeling my knot swell at the base of my cock, I thrust up, pushing it past the tight ring of his ass and he howls.

“Fuck!” I shout as he cums again and I explode right along with him. Wrapping both my arms around him, I hold him close, burying my head into his back until we both come down from the high of our release. I lay us both down, our bodies knotted together, I hold him close, peppering kisses all over his warm skin, content for the first time in months.

We lay there in silence for what feels like hours before he finally speaks. “For her, I would do it again without question. You know that, right? I would do the same for you, for all of you.”

Sighing, I press my forehead into his hair. “I know, Baby. . .I know,” is the only reply I can give. Because there is nothing else to say on the matter. I don’t want to be angry or argue what my role is in this pack, for now, I just want to lay here and be.

“I love you, Mari,” I whisper to his back.

“I love you more.”

CHAPTER 17

FREEYA

An excerpt from Freeya’s journal:

September 15

I had the dream again. It’s dark and I am surrounded by trees. There is no light, not even the illumination of the moon above me. If I wasn’t standing with the grass and twigs beneath my feet, I could easily mistake it for a dark empty void where I’m just floating, lost.

In this dream I am met with the same anxious panic. Somewhere in the darkness I’m being watched. Eyes peer at me from the shadows, hungry, desperate eyes. They send a shiver down my spine. Wrapping my hands around my waist, I call out to my mates. I’m again met with silence.

It’s always the same, my voice echoes around me and I feel so alone, until I look down at the growingswell of my belly. Despite the doom and gloom of the dream, I manage to smile because at least I have my child. A child I need to protect from the shadows. I can’t allow the darkness to swallow me whole, to swallow my child right along with me.

Adrenaline floods my veins, and this is the moment in the dream when I realize, I’m dreaming. I try to move, to force my eyes open. Have you ever tried to shake yourself awake from a nightmare? The fear of facing the horrors and the images that haunt you in your waking hours if you let the dream play out. Well, knowing what’s coming next, I always try. I try and fail miserably. It’s like my subconscious is determined to traumatize me further. A big fuck you from the universe that I am doomed to be screwed up for the rest of my life.

My therapist tells me to take it one day at a time, but it’s been six months, and the foreboding presence of Damyn still holds me hostage. I can’t breathe. Yes, I am safe, but am I safe? I can’t convince myself some days that I am not still strapped to the bed in the purple room, and I’ve completely lost my mind. Sometimes I can’t figure out what’s real and what’s not.

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