Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
“Yeah.”
“Well, good for her I guess.” I shrug my shoulders and grab his hand, heading toward the shower.”
“Goo…Good for her? I could barely keep up with you, I didn’t need another she-wolf in the mix. I don’t think you understand what I just went through.” He grumbles as we walk into the bathroom.
“Holy shit….” I look around the bathroom and it is worse than the rest of the place.
“Yeah, I’m not sure what you were doing but you covered me in shampoo and turned me into a damn slide. I think it had to do something with your speed and body friction. As fast as you moving, you could have started a damn fire on me…guess your nickname is fitting now.” I look back at him, my face in complete shock.
“I had no idea…I didn’t know I would be like…”
“A fucking sex machine. Yeah baby. Bring on the other heat!” Cyrus smacks my ass hard and I’m propelled forward, slipping in something as he starts humping on me from behind like he is listening to party music in his head.
“Oh..shit…nevermind. Give me some time.” Cyrus pulls away and grabs his dick in his hand and starts moving it around, inspecting it.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused, but also slightly amused.
“Making sure it isn’t torn up. You have fangs and my balls hurt.”
I turn back toward the mess in the bathroom. Every corner I look in is just one crazy shit show after another. Even the damn mirror is broken.
“Is there somewhere else we can go?” I can’t even begin to figure this out.
“The whole building is open, take your pick. We can go wash up in Rhonda’s bathroom if that will make you feel better, but the scent will probably send her into some old she-wolf heat or something and I don’t want her trying to bang you in the streets.”
I say nothing as I contemplate what to do because I’m too tired to even deal with this.
“What…wait.. do you want to bang Rhonda in the streets?”
“What? No.”
“Phew…thought that I would be forced to kills Larry’s mom and I like her too much for that.”
I give him a face that can only be described as though I am completely tired of his shit right now. “How about we put some clothes on and go somewhere else…a hotel or something.”
“Hell no. Your scent will send the whole damn pack into a frenzy plus you’re covered in potatoes babe.” He swipes some off my neck and sticks it in his mouth..
“Yum.”
Good point. What do we do?”
“We’re going to borrow an apartment.”
“That doesn’t feel right.”
I’m Just Here for the Mashed Potatoes-Rhonda (Probably)
“They hate us anyway; they’ve all been relocated.” He shrugs as he makes a valid point.
“Good point but I don’t want to violate someone’s privacy like that.”
“Damn…..Who knew you had this other side of you. I know about the murderous side, and the horny side but this caring about other’s feelings side…”
“I do not.” I interrupt him as he laughs at me.
“Fine…I’ve got a plan.” He surprises me by sounding serious for once.
“You do?”
“Not really, but it’s starting.” hat Bitch.”-Della in her grave…(probably)
Ayla
I pause my perusal of the blueprints for the heat resort, lodge, horny hostel. Whatever we are going to call it. I pretend to understand what I’m looking at, but it is difficult for me to envision. I need some inspiration and better understanding. I need to see something in front of me, walk through it. Get a vision.
I wonder if there are ways to find out what other packs are doing. I need to discuss alliances with Thane. I don’t know who I can visit and right now, being pregnant and too many enemies lurking, he probably won’t let me go anywhere regardless of whether I have a guard or not.
I hear alpha mumbling downstairs and head down to see who Thane is talking to. I don’t get very far down the stairs before I’m hit the smell of sex and…chicken. Odd, but now I’m hung
“What’s going on here?” I ask absolutely confused, shocked, I don’t know the words. Raven is standing in the living room, wrapped in a blanket and just caked in food. Last I knew, she was having her heat, but this is…well I don’t know what it is.
“My heat broke, now I have gravy in my cracks, and I need a shower.” Raven explains, looking less than amused and very irritated.
“Well, that would be uncomfortable…probably.” I contemplate how she ended up with gravy in her cracks, but then again, they are kind of wild and could work for them…I guess.
“Probably?” She groans, shifting on her feet.
“Well…I mean…maybe you two…” I clear my throat, not able to finish my sentence.
“Oh, our Luna girl here thinks I was eating actual supper between your legs. Funny, not a bad idea. Unfortunately, that isn’t the case. We need a place to clean up and crash a few days until we get a new place.”
“I’m not a hotel and why can’t you shower at your place?” Thane furrows his brows and Cyrus and I’m starting to understand that maybe I’m the only one that gets to see his softer side. I know he doesn’t really ally care if they stay here, but he also wants to protect his home, mate, and pup in every way. Putting them out would be a bit extreme though.
“Our apartment will need condemned at least. Burned down at most. Just think of it as one big slumber party.” Cyrus claps Thane on the shoulder, but his blanket drops and monster Cyrus is hanging out literally.
“Oh, Cyrus no…..no..” I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering the last time I was forced to look at that monster. I just can’t. Even if I wasn’t mated, he’s like the brother I never had now.
“I’m going to kill you!” Thane growls, tackling Cyrus over the couch. They start fighting each other, but it doesn’t appear to be too serious. More growls and wrestling than actual harming. I’m sure their wolves are being extra protective over their women right now, but it isn’t necessary.
And now the coffee table is broken.
“Come on Raven, get in the shower. Did you bring some clothes?” I gesture for us to head upstairs while the two Alphas beat on each other to get some frustration out.
Thane’s got Cyrus in a headlock and Cyrus has Thane’s leg bent at a weird angle before sinking his teeth into it. Thane cries out, let’s go of Cyrus and then it starts over again. I laugh at myself imagining them doing this as young pups. Only Cyrus could get away with it.
“Yeah, there’s a bag over on the couch. Not going to promise it isn’t soiled in some way.” Raven rolls her eyes while picking something off from behind her ear, making a face of utter disgust.
“You get washed up then I want to hear ALL about it.” I wink at her; unable to believe I’m willingly suggesting to she-wolf talk about our heats, or what we remember of them. I mean, me talking openly about it in general is a lot, but I want the normal experience. I want friendship and what comes with it. That includes the she-wolf bonding. We clearly need practice at it.