Page 7 of Vallaverse: Noir
“Come here, Omega.” The second Alpha orders.
I shake my head. “Wait.”
“For what?” He laughs.
“Names,” I whisper.
They exchange a glance, but the second Alpha responds. “Kyle. Not that it matters.”
“Josh,” the first answers.
The look they exchanged and the way they said their names makes it hard to believe them, but Kyle is right. Their names don't matter. The only thing that matters is their ability to help me.
Kyle doesn't ask me for my name and he doesn't order me to come to him again. He simply bends down and picks me up over his shoulder and carries me to the bed.
In the past, even in the throes of a spike, the Alphas who serviced me were at least attentive. Most were even affectionate. Kyle is neither; and because he isn't inclined to give that sort of attention, Josh isn't.
There are no kisses.
There are no warm or soft touches.
Josh smiles at me once before Kyle pushes my shoulders to the mattress. If I've ever been treated like this before, it was in the middle of a heat and I don't remember it. And as degrading as it is, my body weeps for it.
I make the most desperate noises for them while their fingers leave dark marks on my skin. I arch my back, breathlessly and wordlessly begging them to go harder, go faster, give me more. Slick trails down my thighs and puddles on the sheets as I spread myself open for them.
And then it's finished.
I don't know how many hours they fuck me, but the sun is up and my body is no longer aching with need, but with borderline pain. Both Alphas are still in my bed. My bed. The spike is over. They need to go. I don't know if I'll call them back. I'm not hurt, but that was more intense than I anticipated. Kyle's treatment of me was as aggressive and dominant as his scent; and Josh was happy to mirror Kyle's actions. There are fingertip shaped bruises scattered across my hips, thighs, and upper arms. I've never carried bruises after a fuck before. I was going to have a shower before I bade them farewell, but now I think I'd rather just get them out of here.
I pull a pair of flannel sleep pants out of my dresser and put them on before I go to the side of the bed to nudge Josh's shoulder. “Hey.”
He opens his eyes and grins. “Ready for another round?”
I smile awkwardly and rub at a scratch on my chest. “Actually, I think...” I trail off as Kyle stands up and rounds the corner of the bed.
“We've already cleared our calendars, Omega. We'll take good care of you until you go into heat.” Then he shoves me to my knees and nods at Josh.
Josh gets on his knees behind me. The sticky warmth of his skin and scent are no longer appealing. He fists the hair on the back of my head and jerks my head back so that I'm staring up at Kyle. “Good boy. Now open that pretty mouth.”
Chapter Five
Dana
The bakery feels different when you're not in it to buy bread. Oh, I'm still going to buy some bread, and bagels, but that's not my purpose for being here and I feel like there's a flashing neon sign above my head announcing it to everyone on both sides of the counter. I don't have a working relationship with The Baker, his brother, or any of the people who work in the shop. I come in, get my bagels, and get out. Sure, I watch the bakery as much as anyone who makes it their business to see things and notice them; but that's a completely different thing than walking through the door when baked goods aren't your mission.
There are a few tables by the windows for people to have a cup of coffee and have a bun or a pastry with their complimentary coffee. That coffee is strong enough to walk behind the counter and knead the dough itself, but that's one of the things the bakery prides itself on. I've been sitting at one of the smaller tables for almost an hour. I've gotten more than two glances from the Beta at the butter brushing station and I've had onerefill on my coffee. All I've got to show for my time is an aching hip and jittery nerves.
I take the last bite of the croissant I've been nibbling at since I sat down and brush my fingers together over the napkin. I'm not buying another one and I'm not trying to give myself a heart attack with another cup of that coffee. If I haven't overheard anything by now, I'm not going to. I'll have to come at this a different way.
An Alpha I've never seen before comes out from the back. She locks eyes with me and stalks toward my table, brushing her hands off on her flour covered apron. She sits down across from me and leans back in her chair. “What do you want?”
I tip my chin in the direction of my sack of bagels and fresh loaf of bread. “Bread.” I tap the rim of the coffee cup in front of me. “And the best coffee in town.”
“It's Wednesday.”
I nod. “I guess it is.”
“You come on Fridays. And you don't buy bread. What do you want?”
