Page 14 of Building Haven
Once word gets out that I’m an Omega, and not an Alpha like I’ve let people believe for the last decade, things are going to get tricky.
There will be a lot of people who’ll try to get rid of me, who’ll try to take over my position because they suddenly see me as ‘weak’.Lots of people who’ll start spreading rumours and try to destroy my business.That’s why I’ve got to complete as many jobs as possible before then, and also build up a strong protective network at the same time, to hopefully make it out with my life, my pack and my organisation still intact.
I tense as the bathroom door opens and steady footsteps come inside, followed by the scent of cedar.
“I looked all over the house, only to find you in the last place I think to go.”Jorge lets out a content laugh.“I should have known to look here first.”He turns the water for the bath on and then opens the shower door.“Want to take a bath together?”
His hand almost feels cool against the hot skin of my back.“Fucking hell, are youtryingto boil yourself?”He quickly shuts the shower off and turns me to him.“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, not meeting his gaze, instead focusing on the black barbels in his nipples.They make them look all perky and inviting and, without thinking, I reach up and flick at one of them.
Jorge lets out a soft sound and grabs for my wrist, holding me.“What’s wrong?”His voice is softer now, and he puts my hand against his chest, letting me feel his steady heartbeat as he surrounds me in his pheromones, trying to calm me.
I have no idea how to answer him, how to explain the anxiety, the sensation that I’m running out of time before the world will fall apart around me.How finally having my pack is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but that it’s also the thing that could very well destroy everything I’ve done in the last decade.
An Alpha at the head of an organisation like mine is expected.An Omega?That’s not ‘normal’, and this world only has one way to deal with things that aren’t ‘normal’, they get rid of them…
That I’ve always been an Omega and that I’ve managed to build this organisation to what it is now all on my own skill won’t matter, only the fact I’m not an Alpha will matter…
Since I’m not saying anything, Jorge slowly pulls me out of the shower.“Let’s get you in the bath, that always used to relax you.”
The bath is mostly full by now and he steps in, before pulling me in with him.He sits down, leaning against the end so I can sit between his legs, my back to his chest.Then he wraps his arms around me, letting out a soft and content sound.
The combination of his body, the warm water and his soothing pheromones make me relax too and I put my hands over his, holding him.Flashes of memories pop into my head, the same bathroom, the same scents, the same way he’s holding me.
“I remember we used to do this a lot.Why did we stop?”My mind is too fried to remember much, just that we used to do this and then stopped at some point.But no memories of why.
Jorge kisses my shoulder, letting out a long breath, his pheromones taking on a sad note that confuses me.“We used to do this all the time when we’d just met.It was one of the few ways I could get you to relax when you were all wound up.”He leans his head against the back of mine.“I had to stop when you made it clear that we could only be friends with benefits.I could do the friends thing, I could do the sex thing, but being intimate like this made it too hard to keep my promise.”
My heart falters at the broken tone of his voice and I turn around, catching his gaze.
I remember now.I remember how good it felt, how good these moments used to feel, and how sad and relieved I felt when we stopped doing it.
Our ‘friends with benefits’ deal had always been a fine line to walk, always struggling between giving into our bond and keeping my distance because I couldn’t give him what he deserved.Knowing that he struggled with it as much as I did hurts, but it also makes me want to give into our needs that much more now.
I reach up, touching his jaw and he leans into my hand, his gaze steady.“I’ll never let you go again.Never.”I lean closer, putting my lips to his.
Jorge has always made me feel good, made me feel wanted, made me feel loved.
“Good.”His sadness seems to disappear and his kiss is hot and heavy.“Because I’m not letting you go either.You’remine.”He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling us together, letting me know that he doesn’t just mean not letting me go in a ‘grand scheme of life’ way, but also in the immediate ‘I want to fuck you’ way.
And, with that, the last of my anxiety and stress disappears, to be replaced with a deep need for my Alpha, for my mate, for how good we can feel together.
9
Vera
Jorge disappearedabout twenty minutes ago, he went looking for Mathew, to see if he was done with work for the day.But they haven’t returned yet, so I went looking for them too, curious what was taking them so long.
Of course, I should have expected to find them in the bathroom, Jorge’s horny pheromones slipping under the door into the bedroom.Aside from the bedroom, that’s the only other place where it’s easy to have a quick fuck right now, since most of the rest of the house is an absolute mess.
I slip out of the summer dress I changed into once we got back from the hospital and lunch.The weather was way too nice to wear more than this, especially to wear something as form-fitting as jeans.Then I open the bathroom door, Jorge’s heavy cedar pheromones rolling over me like a wave, before I quickly close it behind me.
Jorge and Mathew are in the bath, facing each other, slowly moving, making the water ripple around them.Mathew’s skin is all flushed and Jorge’s smiling at him, his eyes filled with desire.It’s unusual to find them in the bath together, usually, they fuck in the shower, but they seem to make it work just fine.
I take my bra and thong off, putting them in the laundry, before I pad my way over to the bath, kneeling on the plush mat.It’s like they only notice me then, way too focused on each other.
“Hello, my sweet Omega.”Mathew smiles at me lazily, reaching up and pulling me in for a kiss.The way his wisteria pheromones flare around him, he’s very close to having an orgasm.I push into the kiss, nipping at his lower lip and piercings, making him moan out.He’s irresistible when he gives into his desire, into his need, he makes me want to eat him right up.
