Chapter 53: Beginning of Chapter 18
Rue
She was playing with fire, but the money was too good to give up. And God, did she need it. She now had two Alphas, horny as fuck and after her ass. Scratch that. Her lips pursed, fingers tapping against her skin, counting.
Levi, her unofficial pimp. Altair, a peacock virgin needy for dick. Dante, her first unofficial client. Seraphim, a poisoner with a crush. Kieran, voyeur begging for a threesome. Then there was Valentino, her delusional ex-boyfriend wannabe. And Halcyon, an Alpha who'd once been willing to fuck an entire village just to fuck her.
That made seven, seven crazy Alphas after her ass.
And some of these boys lived right next door, and hid a million secrets in messy nicknames, unknown identities, and destructive powers. Hell, she couldn't even tell who the fuck was venomous and who the fuck was poisonous.
It was all spinning in her head, questions on why she hadn't known that helios could linger in light. Why she didn't know that poseidons were walking acid cum bombs, or that artemis could become rabbits and tigers. Or that Rampage was just the freakiest, monster sex she'd ever seen in her life, and yet the elitist assholes didn't see it the way she did.
Theo was right Rue didn't know shit.
There was a lot of things she didn't know, and life didn't tell her because she wasn't part of the upbringing of the top. And she was sure they wouldn't know shit too if they'd hoped right back to good, old port 69. They'd drink from taps that everyone knew was full of piss, they'd walk on the hooker's side of the street, and give free passes on their ass just because they blinked three times.
They'd be clueless on her turf, just as Rue was clueless on theirs.
But there was one thing that she did know: she was fucked but rolling in cash, which wasn't too bad of a place to be.
Still no matter what Halcyon said he couldn't be trusted. No one could be. And she'd been afraid when they'd stormed in demanding things. Levi sprouted the same old bullshit that mirrored Altair's words. It would have been special if she hadn't heard it all before. And coming from pre-mature ejaculators it was laughable.
But she was afraid.
So frightened that it had her heart pumping so hard it felt like palpitations. The fear transformed into a giddy sort of adrenaline. But she must be hiding it all too well. Her scent betraying none of that stink of terror which should have Alphas pouncing and sniffing out like hounds.
It was only luck that she had achieved a decent reputation when it came to self-protection. And that she had a rubber cup up her vagina, and scent blockers dripping from her pores. Mint in her nose and rot on her glands.
Perhaps, the poseidon had been of use after all for her status now screamed resilience.
And she was the bad suicidal bitch on the block that didn't give two fucks with poseidon jizz on her fingers.
Her eyes swayed to Halcyon hating that he was still so damn fucking handsome. It wasn't fair that late puberty didn't give him a face full of acne scars, a gangly body and oily hair loss. Instead, he'd filled out so good that his abs had abs, his tits were at least an A-cup, and the size of his ass had doubled.
His hair remained a fucking glorious curly soft mop and his face was chiselled down into a godly sort of boyish, adorable perfection. Seeing him up close now made her feel like an awful sort of way, all empty, needy and stupidly perverted.
He'd taken out his piercings for the night, but the lip ring remained, and she swore she caught a sparkle of silver on his tongue. Even then his eyes were always all dewy and Bambi, his nose still twitched, and his lips held its little pink pout.
Halcyon had the style of a gangster, but her bunny was still there, albeit pierced, inked and dressed for rough sex, amber whisky and addictive smoke. And there might be a bejewelled cock on him, one ribbed and studded with rings of silver, but he was still the cute little thing she knew from school.
Rue flushed, fist clenched, mouth still flavoured with Levi's tongue.
Fuck him for tasting like candy, hard liquor and desire.
"Here," Halcyon called, parted the fall of thick dark curtains that separated door from room. And Rue's breath hitched, eyes wide.
It wasn't big—a master bedroom with the layout of a tiny business hotel mostly meant for sleep. And as promised it did have a sliding door that led to the private ensuite bathroom. But it was a man cave for sure, a stereotypical bachelor's pad of simplicity—black walls, black carpeted floor, black curtains, black sheets. Someone could die in there, things could get lost, jizz could stain the walls and no one would know.
But it was clean, or at least it looked clean. Nothing could be seen with the colour-changing lights—remains from the party— in an atmospheric blue and red that reminded Rue too much of home and its debauchery.
She spotted two desks with lamps pressed together at the corner closest to the drapes. And two wardrobes that flanked the door of the bathroom. Everything else was too neat, and way too fucking tidy, betraying nothing that could tell Rue of Halcyon's character and personality. But it was the bed and its mess of stuffed animals that got her staring.
A single massive four poster with one too many pillows, and a sea of white bunny toys framing the head as if this were a hotel for a married couple. The pillows were arranged as if ready for an Omega and her nest, fluffed up and encircling the space. And the blankets. For fuck's sake, the goddamn blankets.
Quilt, velvet and silk draped over one another providing choices, over a thick expensive comforter the colour of cream. Sheets that streamed like water and would no doubt feel like gloss on skin, and feathery soft pillows that'd drag her body into its depths. She didn't have to touch it to know it would be soft, it would be meltingly luxurious, and it would be fucking divine.
It had something in her purring, a soft whimper bubbling up her throat. Because her Omega didn't have access to cute, soft things like that. Her Omega could never ever make a nest to fuck in because that was out of bounds for her career progression as an Alpha. Her Omega who'd never once experienced a Heat that made such luxury necessary. And presented like that on a bed meant for her? It was like a dagger twisted deep in her heart.
Her nails dug deeper into her skin.
No Alpha man would need all of that shit, not unless he was an Omega, not unless he knew he was going to have an Omega, not unless he was going to fuck an Omega. And for a moment Rue stood, bag strap drooping down her shoulders, heart leaping to her throat. The horror was cold, washing over her so quickly it had her shaking from delight to absolute, ghastly terror.
And her eyes swivelled to Halcyon, her body shuddering and hyper-aware of his height, his heat and his cock—
"The fuck is this man?" her voice was weak when it finally escaped her. The flush in his cheeks would be cute if she weren't ready for war if her eyes weren't on the chubby curve of his bulge as if it'd shoot out of his pants the moment, she let her guard down. As If her knees didn't twitch ready to break his balls. He shifted on his feet, and bounced as her feet shuffled backwards. "What's this all for?"
"Omega," he answered sweetly, and even though her heart was going jackhammer in her chest, her body seemed to melt.
As much as there was anxiety clouding her mind, the thought was now planted in her head like a virus. Of Halcyon with those plush lips, puckered and waiting, and those eyes drenched in pleasure. The fantasy was so hard and so strong it stole her breath, palms growing sweaty. She stood rigid and sweating, already knowing that this was going to be the worst decision of her life.
"What Omega?"
She dumped her bag on a chair, and heard the phantom clink of the bottles of suppressants, scent blockers and semen collection. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! And he eyed her with a shyness that had rage boiling off her in a snap, the flush was in his eyes, reflected warmth in dilating pupils that held the stars.
But Rue stopped her tongue, anxiety pumping through her veins. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He wasn't going to take her now and dig his fucking teeth into her neck, claiming her on the spot ruining her chances at ever finding a better life—
"Your Omega," he replied, and it was difficult to quieten down the ragged breathing, or the pulse of heat between her legs.
He tugged at the side drawer like a little shit, and showed her the collection of condoms, lube and thick vibrators with knots meant for females. She swallowed, almost hyperventilating, almost dying. She waddled closer, walked as if there were a dick between her legs swinging, and stared at the things that could balloon and pop with her arms crossed, and an anxiety glare stuck on her brow.
"These are yours," he explained. "I've got some of my own in the other drawer just in case." And her brow softened, blinks quickening at his admittance that Omega sex toys were also a part of his collection. Were Alphas sticking those things up their asses? She stared at him now, gape showing. Was this his hobby? Masturbation?
"But what the fuck are they for?" The snap must have finally surprised him because this time he tilted his head, brows knotted together like a stupid dog.
"I thought you could use our room as a place for your Ruts instead of going to the medical centre," he explained, staring at her as if the drawer was standard procedure and as if he hadn't just violated a sacred rule in social interaction.
It must be because she was now noting the labels and the packages, like medical grade medicine at the sides of each item. She groaned—yet another thing she didn't know. He closed the cursed drawer and she flinched, eyes dancing up to his. He sucked in a bottom lip, teeth nibbling, tongue playing with the ring. Nervous.
"For one, it'd be completely free," he said, and she perked up at that. "You could bring your Omega in here, and we'd make this our den, a safe space for you. So I got pillows and blankets perfect for Heats, and expensive sheets made for their skin." He scratched his cheek. "Doesn't hurt since the material feels pretty good. The bunnies are j-just extras, Omegas dig that." He shrugged, "came with the blankets." But with each word the relief was staggering.
"I see," Rue spluttered out, tongue awfully heavy. She exhaled, feeling as if she'd lost ten years of her life. And her fingers brushed over the silk, a shiver running up her skin that she hid with a hand to her arm. "That's nice, but there's only one bed."
"There's two," he assured, pushing the blankets aside revealing a thin crack at the centre. "The room's too small for two king-sized beds." He said. And Rue stepped closer, eyed the crack like a detective with her palm. It was the size of two fingers, and as he said, the beds were pressed to the walls. So, she stood, sceptical as fuck as she stared at him with a side-eyed glance.
"The party was big."
"The other guys agreed to let me take up their space and remove the walls for the night," he shrugged, leaning against the wall. "It took a while to fix this place up for two."
"But where would you go when I have a Rut?"
"Oh," Halcyon eyed her then, considered her words carefully before he spoke. "Kieran and Levi will let me sleep with them."
"Of course," she nodded. "The ever-desperate couple." She snorted, shaking her head. "Be careful you might lose your anal virginity. Last I heard they're looking to spice up their sex life with a throuple, I wouldn't stay too close if I were you."
"They've already taken my anal virginity," he murmured under his breath. And Rue's breath hitched.
"What did you say?"
Halcyon smiled, shaking his head. "Nothing. This place is yours too," he explained carefully. "I'd leave you to it when the time comes, but I'm more than happy to help you out as your roommate—"
"No." She stalked breezily to the bathroom which was disappointingly just as small. But there was a shower, a toilet, and a sink, and sweet, godly privacy. Rue closed the door with a sigh. "I guess you're not that rich."
His brow raised, mouth opening and closing. She continued with a shrug and heavy nodding as if she understood because truly, she did.
"It's alright. Levi and Kier's room is massive compared to this. Seraphim had his own pool. And you're only entitled to what? Two beds? And a private place to shit. Fuck," she sat heavily on the chair, fingers laced with a groan in her throat. "You must have been so mad that you had to share. You know what? The closet thing? No harm done," she waved her hand. "I'd be mad too if I had to give up half of the space to someone who'd ruined my closet. We're partners in poverty."
"Partners," he echoed, almost scandalised, "in poverty. You think this room isn't enough?" She stared at him then, inquisitive, confused. There was redness in his cheeks, a carnation pink that flooded his neck as if almost enraged.
"I mean," she paused. "I'm dead ass poor, you're rich poor. Different worlds. This is massive to me compared to the closet, but it must be micro to you."
"Yeah," Halcyon stated, voice far away. Then he snapped back to life, a strange heat in his voice, a jittery thinness. "It wasn't on purpose," he admitted. "I was renovating this space for you. And Rut rooms are cosy and small, it's meant for Ruts. I mean you fuck and just fuck—"
"We're sleeping here," she pointed out. "And we're supposed to study here."
"There's a bed—"
"Uh huh," she nodded, eyed him and considered his over-enthusiastic love for Ruts, but she supposed it came with the predators in his blood. And this must all be excuses, his method to hide the truth of his situation. "And where did you sleep then, when this spot was undergoing the renovation?"
"On the floor," he admitted, pointing to the ground where she sat. She stared at her feet, a hundred per cent convinced that Halcyon was just a middle-classed broke student. After all, hadn't Halcyon attended Astro High? The bunny fiddled with his fingers. "I can do that sometimes if you need more space to yourself. It's not too bad when you're an animal."
"Never thought I'd hear a man say that."
"What?"
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