Watching her on the screen I can see how well she’d be able to handle us, how she’d bend and twist into impossible positions to accommodate us, to give us what we need.
“Fuck yes,” I moan, hips moving involuntarily, thrusting into the tight squeeze of my fist. “Oh, fuck. Oh, god.” My orgasm coils tight at the base of my spine, my knot tingles, my balls drawing up readying to release. Some part of me protests it, spilling my seed over my hand, my stomach, when every drop of it belongs inside my omega—inside Florence—locked inside her tight cunt with my knot. But I’m too far gone now, there is no stopping it.
“Florence.” I groan out her name as I come, hand milking my cock the way I want her body to. Chest heaving, sweat slicking my skin. My vision goes spotty with the force of it. So much cum spills from me I’m a little concerned for the state of my nuts.
I take a deep breath, willing my cock to soften.
It doesn’t.
It's not enough. Of course it's not.
It never will be.
Not unless I can actually live out my fantasies, not until I can fuck Ren and fill her just like my alpha is demanding I do. Which means I need to find a way for us to keep her.
I need to find a way to have love and fulfill my duty.
Why does that feel impossible?
Episode 25: Glass Slippers Optional
The production staff announces our next challenge the morning after the talent show before the elimination ceremony.
Given that it's the ‘plan a date for the pack,’ challenge, it makes sense. Gives us omegas a chance to demand the things we need from the crew and gives them time to deliver it.
Thankfully, my date doesn’t require much. Not like some of the other omegas, who are asking for limos, and caviar and actual champagne from France and not just bubbly white wine. Haven prepared me for this challenge, like she did everything else. Which is why I’m not the least bit surprised when Lulu tells us the omegas need to give the pack a gift too.
I’ve already got that finished. Had it finished within the first week of being here.
So the only other thing I need to do is have a conversation with Piers to nail down the last few details.
I find him, as always, lingering on the fringes of the pack. Eyes latched onto them with an intensity and longing that I understand all too well.
It still pisses me off that they think it's okay to treat him like this, even more that he allows it.
But the most I can do is show them it doesn’t have to be this way. Give them a night where Piers is as integral as the rest of the pack.
I said my goodbye to them last night, during the talent show. I’m not sure they realized it, but my choice of music and dance was very intentional.
Adagio from Giselle Act II is apas de deux.It comes after Giselle has died, and it's her way of forgiving her lover’s betrayal, of saying goodbye to him. Dancing it alone was poignant, and emotional and I couldn’t stop my tears from falling.
From grieving.
But it's done, now.
This is done.
And so my plan for my date is to include Piers as much as I can and make it about him.About them.
As I approach the pack, clutching a notebook and a pen in my hands, the beta’s eyes snap in my direction, a smile already warming his face. “Little bird.” He sounds so happy to see me, so glad that I’m approaching him, it makes my heart clench.
The rest of the pack looks up from the omegas scattered around them, eyes latching on to me, but I mostly ignore them. I’m still not totally over the whole kissing challenge thing. Still hurting from what they did.
“Piers.” I greet him with my best smile. The omegas titter like I’m making some kind of faux pas. But I’m beyond caring.
The beta gives me a pointed look, tilting his head toward his pack. I sigh, turning to face them, tipping my chin in the barest of acknowledgments. “Highness. My lords.”
“Hey, Bubbles.”
