Page 8 of Redemption

The next time I came to I was alone. Different bed, unfamiliar room. The room not only smelled different, but it also smelled like home. It smelled like Poppy. Spicy, musky, earthy and, most of all, safe. I wanted to roll in the scent and stay there forever. Ifthat was the last thing I ever smelled, I was OK with it. My body was still damp and hot. My cock was hard as stone and leaking like a faucet. I put my hand under the covers and discovered that I was naked this time. I decided that my last act in this life was going to be to come all over my killer’s bed. Gripping my cock in my fist, I tried to pump as fast as possible. Who knew how long I had? Fuck, nothing. All I was doing was pissing my dick off. It grew hard to the point of pain. I had to find something to ease the pain my body felt. I knew what I needed. I just hoped they would kill me before it got that far. Heat or not, giving myself over to an alpha I wasn’t in love with went against everything I prayed to the goddess for.

I made it out of the bed and hobbled across to the door. Who knew trying to walk with a dick this hard actually caused more pain? I could feel my slick running down my thighs. I moaned at the thought of leaving a slime trail across the room. Gross, but still amusing. Sending up one of my worthless prayers, I gripped the knob and turned. The door eased open, and I was staring at a simple room. Basic functional furniture, a few photos and a television. 3 other doors in the walls of the room. I headed for the first door, directly to my right. Bathroom. I went to the sink and turned on the cold water. Splashing a bit on my face and drinking my fill made me feel a little better. I even considered running the cold water over my dick but decided it would be a waste of time. Exiting the bathroom and continuing my quest of right turns, I tried the next door. Nothing. It was locked. I assumed that was the way out and there would be armed guards on the other side of the door. I slowly backed away, hoping no one heard me trying to open it. I didn’t mind dying, but I wasn’t sure I could take more pain as punishment. My back landed against the 3rddoor and my senses were assaulted by that smell again. This time, it was overwhelming.

For a moment, I forgot about the pain and my heat. My cock was still so hard it hurt but was manageable. With a shaking hand, I opened the door. Before me was a simple bedroom. Cream-colored walls and a king-size bed covered in a brown striped comforter. The nightstands and dressers matched the bed perfectly. Photos and personal items sprinkled around the room told the tale of a life lived with love. Pictures of men were all over the walls in different states of dress and poses. Swimming, eating, drinking, working on motorcycles and cars. Of all of them laughing and smiling. There were even a few women sprinkled in the mix. They were even smiling and had their arms draped around other women and some men. They were a family. That caused more pain than both my beating and my heat combined. Just like my books, they were a tease. Showing me what I could never have. The curtain billowed a bit and drew my attention. On the other side of the bed was a cracked open window. The breeze blew across the bed and kicked the most delicious smell my senses had ever encountered. My cock throbbed and my hole pulsed, sending another wave of slick down my thighs. Stumbling forward, I fell onto the bed. The scent of the comforter enveloped me as I lost all coherent thought. Writhing in the middle of the bed, I fisted my cock as hard as I could and with my other hand, I shoved 2 fingers into my hole as deep as I could reach, trying to get a bit of relief. Scenes from one of my books rolled through my mind as I tried my best to get myself off.

I was so lost I didn’t hear the doors open or the boots making their way around the rooms. The first thing I realized was a deep growl, and a silk lined deep voice. “Owen… OUT!” I froze. While I tried to focus my eyes on who was speaking, I heard another growl. “MINE!” A quick squeak, a slamming door, and I was alone with that voice. With the owner of the smell.

Mako

“You sure you can handle this Mako?” that made the 3rdtime Owen ask the same damn question in one flight of stairs.

“Yes, Owen, I can manage being around an omega in heat. Not the first time, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. I didn’t touch you, did I?” I was in the room with him when he went into his first heat after coming to us. Doc said we had to time his cycles before he could determine which suppressants to put him on.

“Oh, I remember, boss. But you know what I don’t remember?” was his attitude getting snarkier or was I just being irritable?

“What’s that Owen? Do tell.” Oh yeah, it was me. I had to snap right back.

“Well, I don’t remember you sweating, shaking and breathing heavy when I was in heat. You almost look sick, Mako. Something I should worry about?” He was right. I didn’t go through all this when he was in heat. I’d never felt this way, even being in a room touching an omega in heat. Something was off and I didn’t know what it was. Maybe I was coming down with something. Maybe I should avoid Theodore and head back to the couch in my office and sleep it off. While my mind was deciding, my body moved on its own. It wasn’t turning back. I’m sure I could have forced the issue, but I realized I didn’t want to. I wanted to discover the origin of that smell. Not the heat, the underlying floral smell. The one that smelled like home.

Digging my keys out of my pocket was more difficult than I thought. Something I had done thousands of times seemed to elude me. My fingers had a hard time working, so it took longer than I ever imagined it would. Once the door opened and the smell hit me full force, I couldn’t control the growl that erupted from my chest. Even Owen stepped back from me, eyes wide. I hoped he was more surprised than afraid, but I could not control it. I headed straight to the guest room and threw the door open wide. “Where is he, Owen?”

“That’s where we put him Mako, he was passed out, man. No way he got out of here, I swear.” He turned and headed to the other rooms. I saw him open my bedroom door, and he froze. “Fuuuccckkk.” I stepped behind Owen and looked over him to my bed. “Mako, I’m sorry, man. I’ll get him out of here right now. This is too much, even for you.”

I put my hand on his shoulder and growled, “Out.”

“But Mako, he’s…” he stumbled to find the right words.

Growling louder, “Owen. OUT!” I felt him jump. A part of me knew I scared him that time, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. “MINE!” I just stared at the frozen body in the middle of my bed.

“Fuck boss. OK, but we’ll be here if you need us. I’ll call Bear.” That was the last thing I heard from him as the door slammed shut.

Chapter Nine

Mako

Before me lay, themost incredible erotic sight I had ever seen in my life. Sweat soaked shoulder-length blonde hair clung to his head, emerald eyes stared into mine. And his smell. Goddess, I could wrap myself in that smell for the rest of my life and have no regrets. Hand wrapped tightly around his perfect cock, the tip bright red and leaking. His knees pulled to his chest and fingers buried deep in his hole. A puddle of slick pooled on the comforter under his ass. Even with his face frozen, he couldn’t stop trying to jam them deeper.

“Alpha… please. Help me… make it stop hurting.” His plea tugged at a part of me I’d never felt before.

“Theo, baby, what do you need?” As I crossed the room, the rational part of my brain kicked in and I knew without a doubt I couldn’t give him what he truly needed. An alpha knot. But I would give him what I could. Fuck that, I’d give him EVERYTHING. He was my mate. I froze as it hit me. I’d been hired to kill my mate. Anger flashed like fire across my entirebeing. I felt the heat of the rage. Pain erupted in my chest as I saw the look in his eyes. I scared him. He was afraid of me. “No, no baby, I’m not angry with you. I’ll never hurt you. Tell your alpha what you need.” I felt him calm as I settled on the bed next to him.

“Once, just once alpha. I need… I need.” He whined as he tried to snuggle into my chest. “You… need you. Inside me alpha, just once. I need to know how it feels before I die.” I felt the hot tears through my shirt. “They want me dead and I’ve never… please alpha. Show me what it’s like to feel whole, just once before I die.” His words tore at my mind and shredded my heart. He’d resigned himself to death and was willing to give himself over to his biological need. I decided at that moment that his family would pay for every fuckin’ wrong they ever even thought of doing to him. Pain would rain from the heavens through me onto them. All of them would die by my hand.

Wrapping my arms around him and holding him tight. “Theo baby. I won’t claim you yet. You are in heat, it’s not fair to you. You don’t know me, but we’ll get you through this.” I looked at his face and had to force my anger into the background. I could see those eyes clouded with lust and need, but I could also see the bruises, the split lip. Gavin would pay for every fuckin mark on his body. I would be the ONLY one to mark his body from now on.

Theo

Under normal circumstances, I would have been afraid of this alpha. I just couldn’t bring myself to feel it. When I saw him standing at the door towering over that Owen guy, I should havescreamed and yelled. I couldn’t do that either. Owen was my size, so he might be 5’3”. He still beat me by a whole 3 inches. The top of Owen’s head didn’t even reach his chin, and he was at least 4 times wider. The alpha barely fit through the door. Hair so dark it was almost black. Wide shoulders and muscles that went on for days. He would have given any of the alphas in my books a run for his money. Who was I kidding? He would have beat them all to hell and back, repeatedly. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. It was his eyes. The same blue I saw in the sky out my bedroom window on a clear day. It wasn’t so much the eyes themselves as it was what I saw in them. I saw desire. I saw lust and, for a split second, I saw pain. What cinched it was that I saw hope.

“Please alpha. I know I’ll die. They took away my pills. That’s why my heat came on. I want to know what it’s like, just once. You can even pretend I’m someone you care about, then you can finish the job you were hired for. Please, just give me this one thing. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’ll try to make it good for you. I swear it.” I had more to say, but a wave of need choked a sob from me.

“No baby, I won’t pretend. I could never pretend with you and you’re not gonna die. Not for a very long time if I have anything to say about it. Did you not hear me? You are MINE. You are my mate.” Wow, he was a really talented actor. Something in me settled. He would at least give me what I needed. “Our bed will be the only place you call me Alpha, my little omega. Everywhere else you call me Eddie or Mako. Got it?” I nodded my head and opened my mouth to speak. Before I could make a sound, his lips crashed into mine. Even the sting of my split lip couldn’t take away the amazing feeling. His lips were softer than I imagined lips would feel. As he licked across my lips, I opened my mouth, and he pushed his tongue in. With his smell surrounding me, his taste filled me. I pushed my tongue against his. His chestrumbled with pleasure and my skin tingled. Even after reading all those romance novels, I never imagined a first kiss being more perfect than this.

Feeling braver, I moved my hands down his chest. The muscles rippled under my fingers as I moved them further down his body. I wanted to see him. If this was all I got in this life, then I wanted as much as I could get. Could anyone blame me? I was so used to looking at my skinny body in the mirror in my room. This was all new to me. My imagination couldn’t come close to this man lying next to me, and for one glorious night I would pretend he was mine. Yes, he would fuck me, but I would make love to him. My captor, my killer. By the end of this week, he will take everything from me. Starting with my heart.

Gripping the bottom of his shirt, I tried to pull it up. Feeling it was one thing. I needed to see, to taste. He reached behind his shoulder and, in one swift motion, pulled his shirt over his head. I swear I heard angels sing at the glorious site. Powerful muscles were one thing. The definition I saw was another. I leaned forward for a taste and latched onto his nipple. As I suckled and nibbled, he moaned and growled. “Baby, you gotta stop. It hurts.” I pulled away immediately.

“I’m sorry… Eddie? You can give me what I need if I roll over and get on all fours.” He gripped my wrists and pulled them over my head, holding them in place.

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