Page 20 of The Alpha: Part Two
What is happening right now? James making a decision without consulting Lopez or Flores? Eating hot dogs on the street? Leaving me alone when I get back to the penthouse? “No, some air would be alright. Thanks.”
Once we get our hot dogs and sodas, we sit on the hood of the car, watching the people go about the end of their day as we eat. He doesn’t ask anything of me, just sits and enjoys the food, the sun setting. It’s almost nice. Almost.
Once we’re back at the penthouse and inside the elevator, he gives me a strange lingering look, then he very slowly puts in the code for the elevator. Very. Slowly. I don’t know if caution bells should be ringing or if I should be ecstatic, but either way, it would be stupid of me to not pay attention. He lets me step off the elevator first and follows me all the way to my bedroom door. I turn around to thank him, but he just waves me off. I hear him telling someone that I’m not feeling well and to let me rest on his way back to the elevator.
That’s fine. I’m glad that what will hopefully be my last interaction with James was pleasant. I don’t bother packing anything from this room. These aren’t my things, not even the scrubs. I didn’t pick out any of this stuff and I don’t want any of it. The only things I’m going to take out of here are the clothes I’m wearing when I leave. And I’m burning them as soon as I get somewhere safe.
I haven’t heard anyone moving around the penthouse, but I know at least Flores is here. The betas and runners don’t usually come up here, they typically stay on the lower floors. They might be problematic when it’s time for me to exit the building, but if the code I watched James put in is still functional, it might not be a big deal. I might be able to just stroll out the door without any trouble.
First things first, though. Flores. If anyone would have suggested that I’d be readying myself to actually kill someone before the past few weeks, I would have laughed in their face. But here I am making sure the syringes with the sedative will be ready to go when I need them. I send the text to Talia telling her I’m about to get started and the address. I also remind her about the elevator code in case I can’t get down. I don’t doubt her pack’s ability to get me out if I need their help.
The trouble with faking a heat spike is that you can’t fake the scent. I’ll at least need to try to smell aroused if I’m going to have any chance at pulling this off. I haven’t been aroused for even a second since I’ve been here. I’ve been too sad, too angry, or just too numb. But the time has come, and I’ll never convince Flores to come close enough to allow me to inject him with anything if he doesn’t believe I’m having a legitimate heat spike. Lucky for me, I’ve got plenty of memories with the twins to draw on to help me make it at least a little bit believable. Believable enough to draw his interest.
I lay back on the bed and close my eyes and think of all my favorite memories with Ben and Michael. I think about the first time, when everything was so new and they were still afraid to touch me. Michael seemed almost obsessed with my scent and my taste. I knew that they could bring me to orgasm with their bodies, but it didn’t cross my mind that he’d want to do it with his mouth again and again until I practically had to kick him away from me to make him stop.
I think about riding one of them while the other watches and gives encouragement and makes the most toe-curling suggestions. I think about their individual and combined tastes. I remember all the times I laid between them while they took turns kissing me, both touching me everywhere there was to touch until I was a panting, begging puddle. Then I think about my last heat, and how it felt for both Michael and Ben to fill me up while Seth praised me the whole time. I begged him to let me taste him, I wanted the most obscene things and I said most of them out loud. He did his best to give me what I needed without losing himself. Just the thought of how badly I wanted Seth and how careful I had to be with him squeezes my heart and that is what causes me to release the whimpering sound that I need Flores to hear.
I can smell my own arousal, it’s faint, but just strong enough to be a present note in the air. I sit back up and press my thighs together to give the impression of intense and unmet need, then I whimper again. Within a minute, Flores is leaning against the door frame.
“Did you need something, Desir’ee?” he purrs.
I fight to keep the warm tightness that I felt moments before when the sound of his voice and the stale, overfull ashtray stink of him threatens to overwhelm my thoughts. I close my eyes for a brief moment and suck in a quick breath, like I’m gasping, when I open them again. His eyes are burning into mine.
“Are you having a heat spike? It’s nearly time for you to go into heat, I’ve been waiting for you to start having spikes. Are you in pain, omega?”
I stand up and move to the desk, making a big show of bracing myself against it. Hearing him refer to me as omega makes me want to wretch, but I fight back the urge. I do allow another whimpering sound to escape, though. He’ll take it as the sound of an omega in sexual distress instead of an omega in actual distress. I swallow to keep myself from gagging and lift my hand to reach for him. My other hand, the one on the other side of my body where he can’t see it, is inside my pocket silently uncapping the syringe.
“No need to come to me,” he purrs, “your alpha will come to you. You won’t have to suffer.”
If I could laugh without it ruining what I’m trying to accomplish, I would. All I’ve done under his care is suffer.
He takes the few steps across the floor to reach me and I have to make a choice. I don’t want him to kiss me, but I need to put the injection in his neck or shoulder in the hope that it will take effect quicker. Oh god. It has to happen. I’m going to have to get him to kiss me.
Suppressing a shudder, I tip my head back and try to make my face look the way I think faces look right before a kiss when I look up at him. He smirks down at me and his purr turns into a soft growl as he presses his mouth against mine. I lean into him and wait for him to relax into this, willing him to put his hands on my hips or anywhere to give me an excuse to pretend to cling to him the way omegas having heat spikes tend to cling to their alphas.
Flores switches back to a purr and puts one hand on my hip and sinks the other into my hair, that gives me the opening I need. I slide one of my hands up his side and around his waist and moan slightly as I move my other hand with the syringe close to his neck. I open my mouth in a faux invitation to distract him from my hand movement. It works. He shoves his disgusting tongue into my mouth and I jab the needle into the fleshy place between his neck and shoulder and depress the plunger.
He jerks his head away, his eyes narrowed. “What was that?”
I hold up the empty syringe and tilt my head.
“What did you do?” he snarls into my face, twisting his fist tightly into my hair.
I clench my teeth against the sharp ache in my scalp. “Injected you with a sedative.”
“You stupid, little bitch,” he growls, and stalks to the bed, dragging me with him by my hair.
My whimper as he hauls me onto the bed is a real one. Abject terror claws at me as I consider the horrifying possibility that the sedative wasn’t strong enough. If it wasn’t, he’s going to have plenty of time to do all kinds of awful things to me before he kills me. He’ll probably break my neck. That would be the most efficient thing to do. I’m not going to just lay here and let him do it, though.
Flores lays over me, pinning me with his weight, his hand still twisted in my hair. His other hand grasps one of my wrists and he yanks it over my head. I can’t get to the other syringe with my free hand, it’s trapped in my pocket on the other side of Flores’s body. I bring one of my knees up as hard as I can with the intention of smashing it into his balls, but he quickly twists his hips to the side and blocks the brunt of the blow.
“You’ll be a thorn in my side for the rest of your life, won’t you, Desir’ee?” he hisses through his teeth. “We’ve been too lenient with you from the beginning. I should have shown you your place the first night I brought you home.” He jerks my head to the side and buries his face into my neck. I suppress a shiver as his breath rushes against the marks I carry. “It’s time we take care of this little problem, isn’t it?” He licks across the marks and I gag.
He laughs at me and brings his own knee up between my legs, keeping one trapped and freeing the other. “You’re disgusting,” I growl. “You’ll never be my alpha, or anybody else’s. You’re too weak to have an omega. All you can do is steal one that doesn’t belong to you.” I put all my strength into rolling us over. He’s still got a grip on my hair and wrist, but I’m on top now and my other hand is free.
I tug half heartedly at the hold he has on my wrist and throw more insults. Angry people make mistakes, and he is approaching belligerence. “You’re pathetic. You’re not good enough for an omega. You have to force them to be with you. No omega will ever want you. You’re nothing but a nasty old man trying to make everyone around you miserable. You’re a joke.”
He growls and rolls us back over. I keep us rolling, using the momentum of our combined weights to throw us off the bed. I point at him to keep his attention on that hand and laugh while I discreetly pull the other syringe out of my pocket and flick off the cap. “You can’t even keep me pinned down,” I taunt. “How are you in control of this horrible operation? None of these people follow you because you’re strong enough to lead them. You’d be nothing without the leverage you steal.”
