I followed him downstairs. Though he usually closed Monday’s so that the alpha could at least flirt with the idea of work life balance, annual inventory was best handled without customers around. Meaning that he’d gone into that sweatshop he called a restaurant to count cups and asparagus all day instead of having a day off.
Nothing annoyed me more than a change in routine. Even his.
Everyone was already there, and it made my shoulders, which I didn’t know were bunched, relax a bit.
Indi and Eva were pressed together, looking at something on her phone, while Joon was kneeling behind the projector pressing buttons. Marcus sank to the floor in front of them, reaching over to snack on the offerings.
It all felt… right. Everyone was here, exactly where they should be. The alpha part of my brain had never been more soothed.
“Oh, you’re here,” Eva said, noticing our arrival. “Should we start?”
I moved to sit next to her, pulling her head into my lap while her legs were positioned in Indi’s. Joon looked like he didn’tknow where to go when he came around the couch, but sat next to Marcus on the floor, taking us all by surprise.
The movie continued to play in a series of bland, predictable jumpscares nestled between the worst script I'd ever had the immense displeasure of witnessing—truly, I didn't think it was the actor's fault, sometimes the material just wasn’t there. I imagined that perhaps the story had been written by a hermit who’d spent their entire life locked away in a cabin with limited human interaction.
But it didn’t matter if the recluse hadn’t met another living person since 1998 or not; the film felt stilted. The timing made it impossible to care much for the insufferable beta protagonist or the alpha that they were clearly trying to cast as her villain.
I was less invested in whatever narrative the director was trying to weave about the so-called creature lurking in the shadows of this should-be sleepy hamlet than in counting the unpopped kernels resting in the bottom of the nearly empty popcorn bowl.
Luckily, there were ways to enjoy the evening that had nothing to do with eighties scream queens.
Eva shifted at my side, drawing my gaze. Her cheek pressed against my thigh where her head rested in my lap, her round eyes on the screen as she chewed her lip anxiously.
I let my fingers drift through her hair, free from her usual pigtails to fall in loose waves around her, and the omega hummed softly, her arm moving to wrap around me as much as she could while at this awkward angle.
The hem of her borrowed T-shirt—one of Indi's, I recognized the design from his favorite video game as much as their scent baked into the fabric—barely covered the round of her ass, long knee-high socks serving to stoke my greed like a temptation straight from the Bible. I’d always had a thing for knee-high socks and short skirts, but I realized now that I’d been naive.The extra fabric was a burden, a long T-shirt offering the same tempting fluttering hem to tease my fingers along, grazing between warm skin and cotton, making her wriggle a little where her legs rested in Indi’s lap.
My cock hardened in my sleep pants, the imprint becoming more pronounced as my attention affixed itself to the omega entirely. There wasn't anything to hold my attention to the screen anyway, not when Eva’s perfume bloomed like warm sun-soaked berries as my hand traced the outside of her thigh. I ignored her center, even as my cock twitched with wanting.
Curiosity built as her hand traced along the hard angle of my hip, warm fingers marking out the lines of my tattoos in a way that was too purposeful for the absentmindedness she was feigning.
I wondered if I spread her thighs, tearing through the pathetic, practically non-existent barrier that her underwear provided, if I would already find my omega’s precious little hole wet and waiting. But I wasn’t in a rush.
Not at all.
This didn't need to be fast. This was the point of our agreement: that I could play with Eva as much as I wanted, whenever I felt the call, regardless of who was around or what we were doing. And though I'd exercised that right by breaking into her apartment, I'd yet to enjoy it in the company of the rest of my pack.
At least… not like this.
Memories of Halloween were never far from the surface, but there was no need to live in the past. Not when I was free to use the little strawberry-scented cumdumpster like a tissue.
Fuck her, forget her, fill her with cum… Whatever I wanted.
Whenever I wanted.
My cock twitched at the idea, a vision of Eva’s belly swollen with our pack’s future baby too enticing to let go of.
I pinched the fabric of her borrowed shirt between my fingers, lifting it up and away slowly. While Marcus and Joon's attention was on the screen, Indi's shifted to Eva as well, the alpha's eyes dark and curious as I pushed the dark hem to bunch over her breasts.
I barely managed to swallow my delighted groan as I found her naked beneath. In only a few short days, she was already learning what was expected of her.
The panties I’d envisioned were nowhere to be seen, her neatly shaved mound meeting my hungry eyes along with her bare breasts. Soft swells of milky skin punctuated by rosy nipples that hardened to peaks in the cool basement air.
"What are you—" Eva whispered, hardly audible over a well-timed scream as her eyes met mine.
"Shhh," I cooed, bringing a finger to my lips before using that same hand to adjust my rigid cock. A little smirk played on my lips at the way she shifted at the sight, her manicured nails biting into my side. "Watch the movie."
Eva flushed as my hand left her shirt to palm her breast, the skeletal tattoos covering the back of my hands standing in stark relief against her pale skin. I tweaked and teased her nipple, tugging until the sweet omega let out a squeak of pleasure, melting into my touch.
