The alphas shed their clothes just as quickly and leaned in, kissing my neck, breasts and thighs as they ran thick hands over me. Fingers plucked at my nipples and a hand pressed between my thighs, forcing me to open up for him.
"Just relax," someone said before I was thrown backwards onto the mattresses.
What followed was even worse than the heat dens. All four alphas ruthlessly drove into me, one after another, until they were sated. I was grateful they didn't try to knot me. It would have torn me apart.
When they were finished, they flopped back on the mattresses and fell asleep. Josh snored loudly and Bronson kept flinging out an arm and slapping it against my belly. He was so big that it hurt.
While they slept, I quietly slid off the mattress and padded to the bathroom where I cleaned up as best I could. A shower was much needed, but the pipes screeched when I tried to turn on the water and I didn't dare wake the men. Instead, I used a washcloth to wipe myself clean and then stood in front of the splotchy mirror, staring at my drawn face.
"This is your life now." I whispered to my reflection. "Bad omegas get bad alphas."
Leaving the bathroom, I wandered through the living room and into the open concept dining and kitchen area. The kitchen was tiny, with orange formica countertops that were badly chipped. The small stove had food crusted on it that had obviously been there a while.
Taking a deep breath, I returned to the bedroom for my clothes and then got to work. If I couldn't have a good pack, at least I could make this place somewhat presentable.
Chapter 6
Settling In
Liora
Pack Parker was messy. I'd never appreciated how neat and tidy my original pack had been. It helped that we'd had people to clean, but even so, I'd never seen Mace throw his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor and leave them there. Or Finn spill a cup of soda and not bother wiping it up.
By the time my new alphas woke up, I'd managed to scrape the stuck food off the stove and scrub it down with the ancient container of dishsoap and a piece of crumpled foil. I'd cleaned out the sink and washed down the table, which was sticky from said spilled soda. The floor was sticky, too, but I couldn't find a mop or a broom.
"Already hard at work. I knew we picked the right omega," Josh grinned when he came into the kitchen. "What's for dinner?"
I'd already gone through the cupboards and fridge and knew how little was there. "Pasta?"
"Hmm, thought you'd be able to whip up something fancier than that," Mark said with a frown. "Didn't you get cooking lessons in the center?"
"Yes, but there's not much to work with here. We'd need to go shopping."
"Give us a list and we'll go. You can stay here and clean."
I wrote out a list on a scrap of paper, including some cleaning supplies, and gave it to Mark. He handed it to Bronson.
Everyone but Mark left and I returned to cleaning the counters. I'd barely even started when I felt Mark pressing into me from behind, trapping me against the counter. The hardness pushed up against my ass told me he was ready for round two.
"I'm still a bit sore from earlier," I said quietly.
"You're an omega, you'll heal fast. This is what you're here for," he said, his lips brushing my ear. "My pack hasn't had this kind of relief in years."
That explained why they were so eager to get me home, I thought bitterly. Pack Saunders had been mostly uninterested in sex in the final year I'd spent with them and I'd gotten used to the infrequent intimacy. Now I leaned into Mark's touch, almost unwillingly. The omega in me desperately needed to feel the contact I'd been deprived of for so long.
He grunted and unzipped his pants. "Turn around and get me ready."
Spinning and dropping to my knees, I breathed through my mouth to avoid his scent and closed my eyes. Swirling my tongue around his meaty tip, I took him all the way in, just like they'd taught us in the center.
"Eyes open, I want you looking at me."
I obeyed, swallowing to keep from gagging and moving expertly up and down while using a hand on his sack for extra stimulation. We'd been taught over and over that we needed to draw the experience out. My instructor had screamed at me to slow down. "It's not a race, it's about his pleasure, not getting it over with," she'd howled in my face. Now I made sure to slow down and make it last for him, even though all I wanted was for him to finish quickly.
No such luck. He let me blow him for a good ten minutes before he pulled out, flipped me around and bent me over the counter so my legs were dangiling and pulled my pants down just enough that he could squeeze between my thighs and penetrate me. All I could do was hang onto the counter until he finished, he was so rough.
"Good girl. Now finish up the cleaning." He zipped himself up and walked away whistling.
"I can do this," I told myself silently. "You have a house and food as long as you're good to them."
