Page 11 of Vallaverse: Noir
“Huh.”
I look at him, raising my brows.
“Omegas don't usually need to go to more than one, or maybe two. That's all. You just weren't ready to commit, or something?”
I shrug. “I haven't found my match. I want to, though. I came here because CCOE has such a high rate of pairings.”
“You won't have to worry about that any more,” Kyle reminds me. “Your match is in this room, just waiting for the next round.”
“I don't think so,” I counter. God, this is a mistake. I should just let him say whatever he wants. “I picked your scent because I've always been intrigued by similar scents, but not curious enough to meet the Alpha that goes with it. I don't usually go for such a dominant scent.”
That offends him, but not for the reason I think it will. “How many Alphas have you had? How many times has your body been used by someone else?”
“I'm old enough to have gone through plenty of heats,” I explain. “There have been others. I just prefer gentler scents. I was curious and figured, why not?”
“What?” he scoffs. “You don't like it? You certainly seem to like it just fine, doesn't he?” he directs the question to Josh.
“He definitely likes it,” Josh purrs. The timbre of it causes an involuntary reaction in my body. I can't help it. I'm too close to going into heat. “See? Smell that? That's the scent of you liking it.”
This was such a mistake. “I think you had better go.”
“Which of us?” Josh asks. “Just me?” He gives me an exaggerated pout.
“Both of you, if you please.”
“I'm not going anywhere,” Kyle growls. “I already told you. But you can keep begging. I like that.”
“Mmm,” Josh purrs, causing another involuntary clenching in my traitorous body. “I like that, too.”
~
My phone is on the desk. I put it on the charging port because I didn't want it to be dead when the service called. For some idiotic reason, I thought I would be able to answer it. All I can do is watch it ring while Josh slides himself inside of me. He still isn't hurting me, not quite. But I don't want him. I don't want him inside me. I don't want him touching me. I don't want his scent in my nose.
Kyle has dragged the chair from my desk to sit right beside the bed. He's there now, leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees, watching my face while Josh fucks me. “Do you like that, Omega? His cock isn't as thick as mine. Does it feel better than mine does?”
I don't answer. If I open my mouth, he'll put his dick inside it and I don't want his taste anymore than I want anything else of his. I don't care that I'm trying to fight through a violent heat spike. I would rather be curled in on myself and shivering on the floor, alone in my need, than in the situation I'm in. My body is spent, but it aches for more. This is the hell that is being an Omega.
The Alphas know it, too. They know I want them to leave. They know I don't want them anymore. I've told them over and over. But they also know that my body craves them and sometimes that's all that matters to an Alpha. Especially a bad one.
Josh tilts his hips so that his cock rubs against the place inside me that makes pleasure zing up my spine, whether I want it to or not, and I grit my teeth against the moan that threatens to come pouring from my mouth. If it were just the sex, this kind of sex, I might be able to handle him; but there's more to it than sex. He isn't my match. He feels wrong, no matter how well he fucks me.
“How much longer are you going to fight it, Omega?” Kyle purrs. His purr is different from Josh's. His purr is deep and gravely. It forces a rough path of heat through me that makes Josh grunt when I tighten around him. “Just let go. Give yourself to the heat so we can decide which of us you belong to. Stop fighting. It will be so much easier.”
I reach up and close my hands over my neck as well as I can. I'm not letting go of anything. I refuse to give myself to either of these men.
After days of fucking, neither of them have used my name. They only call me Omega. Usually, that wouldn't bother me. I wouldn't care because the Alpha would leave. He wouldn't spend days in my space. He wouldn't threaten to claim me as his own when I go into heat. He'd fuck me and then leave like a normal person. These Alphas aren't normal. They've decided I'm going to belong to one of the two of them no matter what.
I can feel Josh's knot just beginning to swell when there's a sudden pounding on my door.
“Beckett Rhodes. This is Captain Ophrey. My team has been sent here to assess your situation. Please open the door.”
I open my mouth to call out, but Josh leans over me and covers it. “I'm almost finished, Omega. Be still and quiet.” Then he fucks me faster, grunting as he tries to force his release and his knot.
“Beckett Rhodes!” the Captain shouts. “Are you alright?”
Josh's hand clamps down harder on my face, nearly covering my nose as well as my mouth. Kyle gets up from the chair and rolls his shoulders as he glares down at me. “Don't worry, Omega. I'll be at the Selection. You're mine.” Then he snarls at Josh. “Enjoy that. It's your last.” He turns toward the door.
“Beckett Rhodes!” the Captain yells my name again. I listen to him barking orders when I remain silent.
