Cause Ωf Death (Femme Fatale Freakshow)

Chapter 23

Heat.

Pain.

Emptiness.

Need.

I need.

I need…

I need… my alpha?

M y nose is filled with the thick scents of vanilla, honey, lemongrass, and raw wood, with lingering traces of wood smoke, leather, and tobacco.

Need shreds through my body, leaving an aching emptiness in its wake, and I whine, begging wordlessly for relief. Muffled voices sound in my ears, but I’m too far gone to comprehend what they’re saying.

The cloying smell of sex permeates the air, and it sends another agonizing spear of lust lancing through my core. My body shudders from the unanswered call of my heat, and I cry out from the pain of it all.

Darkness. Maybe I can find relief in the darkness?

The muffled voices grow louder, arguing with each other. One in particular almost snags my attention, but my thoughts are fuzzy and drifting away like leaves on the breeze. Everything hurts, and I don’t want to hurt any more.

“Kier, please!” The desperate bark rouses me momentarily, something about the voice urging me to wake up, to pay attention. But the darkness is too enticing, its coolness beckoning me like a siren to a sailor.

I can feel my body being moved around by unknown hands, but I no longer care. I thought I’d found a family, a pack I could belong to, but the universe seems to delight in fucking with me. My first heat in over a decade, my chance to finally bond with my alpha, and instead I’m taken by a bunch of abusive assholes to be used and abused for profit.

A face floats to the forefront of my memories, one so dear to me that it hurts to contemplate leaving him behind. He’s mine, my choice, my love, my alpha.

My…

“Adam, ” I mutter, and his name is my salvation.

Cool air brushes against my skin, then warmth surrounds me. Tobacco, leather, and wood smoke floods my nostrils, and something cold and wet trickles between my ass cheeks. It doesn’t matter now; no amount of cold water will stall my heat from turning me into a burnt-out husk. Only one person could have saved me from that fate, and that possibility was taken from us the moment I was stolen from his arms.

Pressure unlike I’ve ever felt before pulls me away from the enticing darkness of oblivion, and I whine at the lost opportunity. Something rumbles beneath my cheek, the noise and vibrations soothing me, relaxing me, doing the unthinkable and easing my pain. The pressure increases, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain spearing up through my body, and I slowly become more aware of my surroundings.

My legs are spread wide over a pair of swarthy, hairy thighs, and my cheek is pressed against a strong chest. Dark curls litter the otherwise smooth skin before merging into a line of hair that darts down below a navel, down to the promised land.

Which is between my legs.

No, scratch that. It’s buried inside my ass.

My body shudders as the feeling of fullness draws me away from the darkness, pinches of pain dissolving into ripples of pleasure. Moving as though they have a mind of their own, my hips twitch, then begin to rock. I grind my stiff and throbbing cock against the warm, unyielding flesh I’m pressed against, moaning as a burst of pre-cum pulses from my tip. With each gyration of my hips, every upward pump and thrust from the man beneath me, I step toward awareness.

“Kier, are you back with me? Please, say something,” a voice so beloved and dear to me grinds out, the gravelly tones hoarse with fear and anguish.

Despite my desire to respond, I’m reduced to needy whines and moans as the cock I’m impaled on brushes over my prostate. I throw my hands out and grab onto a pair of bare, muscular shoulders, digging my blunt nails into the steely cords coiled underneath smooth skin. I’m wound tighter than a clock spring, each panting breath pushing me closer to the edge. My skin tingles as a cool wave of relief washes over me, launching me into the stratosphere as the tension finally snaps, and with it the last tattered shreds of my control.

“Adam!” I wail, my channel clamping down on his cock as I come, my orgasm exploding out of me in streams of hot cum. My soul exits my body through my cock, only to be sucked back in via my lungs as I howl with ecstasy.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Kier, I can’t… I can’t…”

Adam’s own desperate pleas end in a roar as he forces me down over his cock, the swollen mass of his knot pushing its way past my tight ring of muscle. Another flare of pain streaks up my spine only to shatter in a starburst of pleasure, and my cock pulses afresh, painting our sweat-slick bodies with more of my cum.

The pressure of Adam’s knot on my prostate turns me into a writhing, gibbering mess, my body bucking and convulsing with each throb as he unleashes his own climax, the heat of his cum unable to escape past the swollen knot blocking the exit.

My instincts refuse to settle because something is wrong , something is missing , and I whine and pout in agitation, desperate to rectify the situation. I paw and claw at Adam’s shoulders, unable to communicate with any form of coherence, but knowing that there is more that needs to happen.

Thankfully, Adam seems to have developed a form of telepathy in the hours we’ve been parted, because he hauls me into him, pressing our torsos as close as possible. My spent cock is trapped between us, the friction caused by our heavy breathing enough to have it rallying for another round.

A large hand roughly tugs at my hair, pulling my head back and to one side, exposing my throat to the alpha whose knot is still buried in my ass, spurting out the last of his orgasm. Pressure, then pain trails molten fingertips down my throat, swiftly followed by a soothing avalanche of joy, love, and pride. A bitter pinch of guilt and sorrow threatens to taint the happiness suffusing me, but all it does is provide me with clarity.

Adam just fucked me.

Adam just knotted me.

Adam just bit me.

I don’t care that I was only semi-coherent while losing my virginity. I don’t give a flying fuck that my first time, our first time, was in what I can now see is the back of the pack’s SUV, with Henley and Disa fucking on the seat next to us while the others are stuck watching and listening to live omega porn. I could not care less that it wasn’t all romantic hearts and flowers and soft candlelight. In fact, I’m over the moon at how raw, primal, and uncontrolled we both were. That we were so desperate for each other that we couldn’t wait, wouldn’t wait, to finally bond with each other.

Adam is mine , and I’m his, and it’s forever. There’s no take-backs, no returns, no refunds. And definitely no regrets.

Surprisingly enough, once Adam and I come down from the high of our mating, we aren’t that far from the house in Redding. Disa is on the seat between Henley and Adam, her clothing set to rights as she snuggles into Henley’s side. I’m still naked on Adam’s lap, his cock still lodged in my ass. This is due to his knot being unable to deflate because every time I squirm or squeeze around him, it sends his lust skyrocketing, and then he’s thrusting up into my grasping, demanding hole once more.

It’s a vicious cycle, and I will deny any and all accusations that I’m deliberately milking my alpha’s cock so he doesn’t stop fucking me.

After a twenty-seven-year drought, I really can’t be blamed for being one thirsty, dehydrated bitch.

Thankfully, Steve provides Adam and me with a blanket so we’re not just riding around, exposed, for all and sundry to see. We’re not a pay-per-view special, for fuck’s sake.

Leslie turns the SUV into the drive and around to the side of the house, pulling up in front of the battered garage door. Without a word, the delta exits the car, Kimberly swift on their heels.

“You guys stay here in the car for a moment. Leslie, Kimmy, and me, we need to get this guy situated, then we’ll come back with blankets for y’all. Adam, you need to pull your dick out, literally.” Steve rumbles to the rest of us, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at a man bound and gagged on the floor as he leaps down from the back of the vehicle.

As the trio maneuvers the alpha out of the car, their movements dislodge the blindfold covering the upper portion of the strange alpha’s face. He struggles as he jerks awake, and muddy brown eyes glare up at me with a hatred of a thousand suns. My blood freezes to ice in my veins as recognition blasts through me.

What the FUCK is HE doing here? HOW did he get mixed up in all of this?

“Don’t look at him,” Adam snarls, the hand fisted in my hair jerking my gaze away from the trussed-up alpha. Furious gray eyes stare into my gold ones, fear and fury bleeding together to create a swirling vortex of emotion in the stormy orbs.

“Adam,” I croon softly, trying to ease my alpha’s ire while still impaled on his enormous cock, “what is Tomas Biggs doing tied up in the back of the car we just fucked in? He’s the last person I want witnessing such an experience.”

“How do you know this guy, Adam? Kieran? We know he came to Reno at the invitation of Pyotr, to participate in the abuse and exploitation of Kieran during his heat. But what’s so special about him?” Henley’s questions, while softly spoken, carry an undertone of authority that can’t be ignored. While not an alpha bark, it still has me rushing to obey and avoid disappointing my pack alpha’s request.

“His name is Tomas Biggs. I haven’t seen him in over a decade, not since he had me pinned to the floor by my throat, pants around his ankles as he tried to pry my legs open.” I blurt out, then wince at the twin growls splitting the air. My flinch—and Adam’s fury—are enough to dislodge my alpha’s knot, and I wince at the sensation of Adam’s cum leaking from my ass and down my inner thighs.

“This is him, isn’t it? The head of security who ‘disappeared’ right after your first heat? I often wondered what happened to him, I honestly thought your father had made him into bait for some of those deep-water fishing expeditions.” Disa muses, then lifts her hand to Adam’s face. She strokes her palm along his jaw, her voice a throaty purr as she promises, “Don’t worry, Adam. I won’t steal your kill. As Kieran’s alpha, he’s yours to end, although if you want my help in dispatching him, I’m only too happy to offer my services.”

Something in Disa’s purr has my heat—which has somewhat lessened in intensity while I’ve been milking Adam’s knot—roaring back to the surface. I groan as my skin warms, perspiration dotting my flesh as a new wave of need smashes through me with all the subtlety and delicacy of a cat doing the two AM zoomies. With a friend.

“Nope, you’re not going to spend your entire heat inside the fucking car. Out you come, you can present to your alpha once we’ve checked your injuries and gotten some food and water into you both. You can’t keep fucking and cumming if you’re dehydrated.”

Leslie’s bossy tones are crystal clear in my ear as they open the back door and are quickly followed by Steve’s arms gently pulling me outside. The world spins around me as Steve tucks me against his chest and speed-walks into the house, taking me back inside to the master suite. As we move through each space, there’s no sign of Pyotr, Greg, or Jerry’s presence, nor of the others who had crashed their way into the house to get to me. Leslie’s friends must have already been through and cleaned up, as even the smashed connecting door has been replaced. The only real sign of damage is the garage door, and I guess that’s because it’s a larger repair job than repairing an interior door.

The door to the master suite is open, soft light flooding through the doorway and lighting our path. Kimberly is inside with Henley’s personal hospital-in-a-box, and I can hear water running in the attached bathroom.

Steve finally sets me on my feet, his hands hovering over me as I wobble a little before catching my balance. Kimberly beckons me to her, and I totter over on slightly unsteady feet. She takes her time examining all of the cuts, scrapes, and bruises I’ve sustained over the last couple of days, fussing over the messy incision on my back that someone had glued together. Eventually, she proves satisfied with the patch-up job, and passes me back into Steve’s capable hands.

He herds me into the bathroom, the air hazy with steam from the shower, watching over me with a careful eye.

“Do you want a hand, Kieran? If you don’t want me in here with you, I can get someone else, or we can wait for Adam. He should only be another couple of minutes or so. I know that Leslie and Henley want to talk to him about the alpha we caught, before they interrogate the guy.”

I pause to mull over Steve’s words. Everything I’ve ever learned about alphas and omegas—which granted, isn’t as much as other omegas would know thanks to my isolation—has led me to believe that alphas are very territorial over their omegas, omegas are extremely possessive over their alphas, and betas only get a chance with either of them when the other designation is toeing the edge of exhaustion.

The problem is, I’m not feeling particularly possessive right now, even with another wave of my heat bearing down on me. The thought of Steve’s—or even Leslie’s or Kimberly’s—hands on my body, touching me, caressing me… it doesn’t make me irrationally angry. In fact, I like the thought. Imagining Steve’s beard between my thighs as he eats me out, while Kimberly sucks me off as Leslie fucks my mouth? Oh, fuck me is that hot!

My cock stiffens at the visual playing out in my head, and my flesh aches to be touched. I turn to stare at Steve who hasn’t moved from his silent vigil over me, running an appreciative eye over his strong body.

“If I ask for a hand, will that be in the spirit of a courteous, yet detached nursemaid, or as one who will run said hands all over my body before driving me insane with pleasure?” I purr, satisfaction rolling through me as Steve swallows hard, his own eyes glazing over with lust.

“That’s entirely up to you, omega. I’m here at your whim, yours and your alpha’s. He left you in my care, so I’ll follow your lead if that’s alright with you?”

I’ve never really been a dominant sort of person, something I felt was more to do with my designation rather than personal preference. However, watching as this enormous lumbersnack drops to his knees in a subservient stance before me, his expression pleading for direction, has a previously unknown part of me making unequivocal demands.

“On your feet and strip, Sigma. Get naked, and then use those massive hands of yours to clean every inch of my skin before you dirty me up again.”

“Yes, Omega.”

I shudder at the contented response, greedily taking in the mountain of flesh being uncovered before my eyes. Acres of creamy skin dotted with a galaxy of freckles covers muscle and bone, and even naked Steve gives off an aura of immovability. Broad shoulders and bulging biceps taper down to muscular forearms worthy of their own Only Fans channel for arm porn. His hands are large, his fingers are thick, and I can clearly picture him crushing or tearing things apart with his bare hands —logs for firewood, cans of corn, whole apples, the remaining threads restraining my libido… you get the idea.

He reaches up and pulls his hair free from a hair-tie, and I swear to all that is unholy that Valkyries sing as his auburn hair tumbles down in wild curls to just below his shoulders. Blue eyes—suffused with a mix of kindness, laughter, and desire—watch me carefully as a smile tugs at his soft lips. Said lips are surrounded by a thick beard that he has plaited into two braids, the silver caps enclosing each braid resting mid-sternum among the forest of auburn curls that litter his chest. That forest thins somewhat as it continues over the gentle swell of his belly, the softer cushion perfect for snuggling up to… or bouncing on top of. It continues all the way down until it thickens once more, the perfect foil to frame the fucking broadsword dangling between his legs.

I hope to fuck Steve is a shower, and not a grower, because if that thing gets any bigger, he’s likely to pass out from lack of blood and oxygen making their way to his brain.

“Do you see something you like, Omega? Is Steve’s form satisfactory enough for you?”

I’m so enraptured with Steve’s strip-show, so busy ogling his body that I don’t notice Leslie’s appearance in the open bathroom doorway until they speak.

A frisson of guilt spikes at me, and I lower my eyes and turn away as a result.

“Oh, no you don’t! Fuck right off with that guilt and shame, Kieran. While Steve might be willing to be at your beck and call, it’s because he wants to be here. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be. Consent and established boundaries aren’t there just for an alpha’s or omega’s peace of mind, they’re also essential for betas of all designations. Steve, Kimmy, and I are all happy to care for you in our individual ways, but at the same time we won’t allow your whims to force us out of our comfort zones.” Leslie slides a finger under my chin, lifting it until I meet their solemn gaze. Their eyes are the clearest baby-blue, and I distantly wonder if they’re wearing natural-looking contact lenses this time around.

“If you want someone to snuggle with, to fuss over you, to bend over backward to make you feel good? Then Steve’s your man. If you want to be tied up, blindfolded, gagged, deprived of all your senses except touch and then edged for hours on end? Then you come and see me. If you suddenly fancy being adventurous, especially if you want to be watched while spanked, pegged, or ridden until your balls are shriveled husks, then go to Kimberly. Steve isn’t into discipline, although he doesn’t mind mild bondage or being fucked. He really loves having someone ride his face, and will happily clean up fresh cum with his tongue. Kimmy will scream blue murder and then hack all your accounts if you even think about restraining her, and you can set a timer on her when it comes to how long she’s willing to cuddle. I’m a very bossy bottom, but have been known to top in a pinch, it’s just not my main preference. I don’t mind the occasional cuddle-puddle, but I’m not a very nurturing person.”

Placing their hands on my shoulders, Leslie turns me to face Steve once more. The sigma is standing before me, completely naked, and with a soft expression on his face that makes me want to both lick him all over, and also have him cuddle and coddle me into contented bliss.

“Come on, Kieran. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then if you’re feeling up to it, I’ll get on my knees, and you can fuck my throat until Adam is done with our ‘guest.’ I’m sure between you and Disa, me and my appendages will be kept busy over the next couple of days.” Steve offers coyly.

A chuckle burbles its way up and out of my throat, and I smile shyly as I step into Steve’s warm embrace. As his arms gently enfold me, taking care of the battered and bruised skin of my back, a sense of rightness floods through my bond with Adam. This is where we’re both meant to be, with these people. If “home is where the heart is,” then I’ve finally arrived.

I’m home.