Page 13 of Ondine, Vol. 2 (Cash City Omegaverse)

Cold Feet Red Hands

Ondine

S ebastian was sitting in the lobby the whole time. I finally noticed him when his security agents walked up to talk to him. Freddie was equally surprised.

He’d never left.

Sebastian tells his men to pull the car around so they can take me to the peninsula. He also goes upstairs to get my things for me. It’s so easy for him to take care of me, and I hardly even notice it’s happening.

Freddie kisses me goodbye and he and Sebastian watch me drive away. I feel better knowing that Sabbies will be with him.

The drive is way too long. By the time we get onto the peninsula, I need a break.

“Stop! Let me out here. I’m going to get a tea before we go the rest of the way.” I need a second before I see Jake. I missed dinner and I need some fresh air.

I make them stop and they park the car a block away from the walk up cafe window, and stay close, but I go ahead on my own.

The chill in the air is a little biting. My cardigan, a knitted cream sweater, hangs off one of my shoulders. I think the pink dress looks prettier without it, but it’s spring and it’s too chilly without it.

I order my tea and look around the downtown area. They call my name and I get my drink and decide I need a little walk.

I recognize this street. Fuck—Boone’s office is nearby.

I do not want to run into that guy. I’m looking around, trying to ensure his truck isn’t parked around here.

I have my hot tea in my hands. I’m paying so much attention that I don’t notice the man right in my pathway that I run right into, crashing the hot tea down his shirt and the back of my hands.

“Ow!” I screech and drop the cup. My hands are bright red.

The man grabs both my hands.

“Oh my god are you ok?” I immediately recognize the voice. I know this person and at the same time I am so confused. I don’t believe it.

Arnie.

How is Arnie right here? His glass-green eyes absolutely shimmer in the sunlight.

His strawberry blonde hair is all messy and unkempt.

At the Clinic it was always perfectly combed and gelled.

His freckles stand out. Have I ever seen him in the daylight or just under the fluorescent bulbs inside the Clinic?

He’s wearing a black cable-knit sweater and light blue jeans. I’m looking him up and down and back up again. My mouth is hanging open. What is happening right now? Why is Arnie on the peninsula?

“Ondine, are you ok? Did you get burned?”

Burned? Oh my hands, I look down and they are still red. Who cares about my hands?

“Arnie?” I ask and just saying his name out loud makes my eyes water. My chin quivers.

And now I’m crying.

“Ondine, honey. Don’t cry.”

I launch myself at him and wrap my arms around his middle. I’ll let go if he does anything to show he doesn’t want this. I’ll let go.

I swear I’ll be able to do it.

But Arnie doesn’t grab my arms or push me away. He hugs me back. I bury my face in his collar. My body shakes while I keep crying. Arnie rubs my back.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” I chant over and over. It must be pretty incoherent because Arnie has to adjust my head so my mouth is uncovered by his sweater, so he can understand me.

“Ondine, honey, why are you saying sorry?”

I pull away and wipe my face. I take deep breaths, willing myself to calm down. “I’m sorry I’m crying. And I hugged you. I’m such a fucking mess.”

Arnie takes my hand and leads me off the street and into a Greek restaurant we are in front of. “Can we use your restroom? My friend burned her hands and I need to run them over cool water,” Arnie tells the host. He tells us where to find the bathroom.

It’s out the side door and down the alley.

It is a public bathroom, a single stall room. Arnie locks the door and turns on the water and directs my hands underneath the flow. He looks more like himself under this harsh lighting.

“Is that better?”

“Yes.”

He puts his hands on my face and wipes my tears with his thumbs. He has some sort of wrapping around his index finger.

“Why are you crying?”

I shake my head. “I’m just being stupid.”

“Ondine,” he sighs.

“Why are you here?”

He hesitates. “I’m shopping. I saw you through the window, but you didn’t see me. God, I missed you.”

My lips quiver and I have to bite them to stop it.

“Arnie, I’m so sorry for what I did to you. Did you lose your job? I can’t believe that happened. Are you ok?”

His face hardens, and I brace myself for the inevitable collapse. I’ve been anticipating this moment for weeks.

“I’m fine Ondine. I’ve been trying to find you. I’m so sorry I didn’t come after you quickly enough. By the time I got onto the street, you were gone. I searched everywhere. I went to the other clinics. I called hospitals. And I didn’t get fired. I quit after that.”

My hands are getting too cold. I turn off the water and grab onto his warm hands. His long fingers hold my hands together. His index finger must be broken, but he doesn’t make any indication that I’m hurting him.

“I ran into an alpha who offered to help. I was hours away from my heat. And I was so scared. I thought for sure you…”

“What? That I’d be angry at you?”

I nod. His face is all screwed up.

“I forced you.”

“No, honey. No. You surprised me. And I was so worried you were going to regret being with me. But you didn’t force me.

At all. That was the greatest fucking thing.

I’m so happy it was me that you wanted to help you.

I always want to help you. Ondine, I’m madly in love with you.

You got to know. I wanted you to feel safe having me as your room manager, but you gotta know how I feel about you. I think you’re incredible.”

That’s too much information at one time. My crush has feelings for me. He wanted what we did? I didn’t force him? He’s in love with me? And he’s been trying to find me.

I wipe the tears from my eyes and feel myself calming down. Arnie likes me? He’s not mad at me?

I take a deep breath and feel all that anxiety I carried around because of that day melt away.

“Oh Arnie,” I say and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “You’re here.”

“I’m here. I’m here. It’s going to be ok.”

I breathe him in. Betas don’t have insane scents like alphas or omegas. But they still have their own unique smell. And this is Arnie. I rub my cheeks and mouth over his skin. I give in to my omega tendencies. I even whimper as I rub into him.

“You’re going to kill me,” he groans.

“You’re in love with me?” I ask as I hold on to him like we are falling.

“Yes, from the first moment I saw you. Every time I got to talk with you was the best day of my life. Taking care of you has been my greatest pleasure. I’ve been so worried. Please tell me you’re ok. Are you ok?”

There’s no reason to hide anything from Arnie.

He’s always gotten the unfiltered version of me.

He’s given me sponge baths between alphas.

I was naked and lethargic and he treated me like I was the most precious thing.

He fed me cut-up apples and held my head in his lap while I came out of my heat.

I’ve had to give him my feedback on my sexual partners.

Comprehensive feedback. He knows what I like.

He knows my favorite color and what smells make me queasy. No one has ever known me like him.

So when he asks if I’m ok, I break all the way down. I lean my entire body into him and I sob.

“Things have been so out of control. Oh my god, Arnie, I found my scent match! He didn’t mean to bond me but he couldn’t help himself.

I was being so needy and I was so sick. I knew his bite would help me.

He’s actually the best. You may like him.

He speaks his mind like you. I think he’s a good alpha.

It’s so new and I don’t know what’s going to happen. ”

Arnie kisses my cheeks and my hair while I speak.

“Where’s your alpha now?”

“He’s got some business to take care of. It’s complicated. I was kidnapped and forced to take part in a scent test…”

“Ondine.”

“I’m fine now. I’m fine. The guy who did it and Freddie have history. He’ll be back with me soon. Sebastian is with him. Sorry, he’s an alpha in a pack that’s now courting me…Oh my god. I am on my way now to a pack house to accept their offer to court me. Is this crazy? Is this too much?”

I shouldn’t have been as open. He’s a beta. There’s no way any of this seems normal. I have a man and I’m on my way to take three more, and all the while, he’s professing his love to me.

I’m so insensitive.

Arnie stops kissing my hair and tips my face up to him. “You deserve a big pack, Ondine. And I’m not scared to fight for your attention. You had a catalogue of men at the Clinic, so don’t think I haven’t done it before.”

I beam. He’s so right. Not one of those alphas were ever going to dethrone Arnie.

I whine as I rub my body against him.

“Arnie, I am so sorry, but I need you to touch me. Please.”

“Of course.” One of his hands goes into my hair and he rubs my scalp. His other hand rubs over my back, easing my tight muscles.

It feels so good. I instinctively kiss up his neck. I love the way he tastes. I’ve thought of his skin under my hands and lips so many goddamned times.

I nip the tender skin behind his ear, and he groans. Finally, I want to make him feel like how I feel.

I drag my hands down from his shoulder to his chest. He’s so lean and fit. His body feels incredible.

“Would you kiss me?” I whisper. I’m worried he will reject me. Tell me we shouldn’t be in this bathroom. We shouldn’t because he’s a beta, and I just bonded with an alpha.

But he doesn’t question it. He grabs my neck, pulls me back, and kisses me.

His hands fall on me in ways that make me feel sexy.

His hand rides up my sweater and thank god I’m not wearing a bra, because he holds my breasts up through the material.

His other hand pushes my skirt up, so it piles around my waist.

“Yes, yes, Arnie,” I pant over his lips. “More.”

And he complies.

I rub his hard dick over his jeans. I miss how big he is.

He’s the biggest I’ve had. He’s got my panties off—they crumple on my feet.

I lift my arms so he can pull my sweater off.

I pull the straps of my dress down, exposing myself to him.

His mouth descends onto my nipple. I cannot be quiet even if I wanted to.

I writhe in his arms.

Arnie twists me so I face the counter and mirror. He runs his hands down my arms and places my palms on the counter.

“Do you need to be fucked?” He asks with the most sultry voice ever heard. I whimper and drop my head.

“Use your words, honey.”

I nod my head. “Please, I need your big cock, Arnie.”

He makes this incredibly sexy groan.

Arnie unbuckles his belt and zips down his jeans. He’s got a hand on me the whole time, keeping our connection secure.

“Such a dirty mouth. I love when you say filthy things. I’ve spent countless times fucking myself to your words. Hearing you say what you want to be done to you is so fucking hot.”

The head of his bare cock pushes at my entrance from behind.

“You want me to come inside of you? You like the idea of someone breeding you, don’t you? Would you have my baby, Ondine? You want me to put a baby in you?”

I nearly fall over the sink. Arnie has to wrap his arm around me and hold me up.

He’s the only one I ever told about that.

He thrusts into me and has to put his hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming so loud everyone in the vicinity would be able to hear.

His whole body is curved over mine, heating me up and completely overtaking me. He grunts and thrusts the rest of the way into me. My legs shake, being completely full of him.

I couldn’t have his baby. Omegas only get pregnant when they are in heat. And beta/omega pairings rarely have babies. But god, I’d love to have Arnie’s baby. He’d be a great dad. He’d be a great partner. I want to have a whole pile of babies with Arnie.

He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust, he’s too fucking horny and so am I. He just starts fucking me, hard. It’s everything I want.

“Reach your hand down, honey. Get yourself off on my dick.” I’m almost offended he remembered me saying I love to rub my own clit when being fucked from behind.

Did he remember everything I ever told him?

He had a tablet and asked me questions with a professional voice, and I answered soberly.

And yet here we are panting and grunting with his cock buried inside me and he whispers it to me, using it against me.

I reach between my legs and circle my clit. It takes me a second to look up and into the mirror. Arnie can see everything. His eyes are blown with lust.

He wants me.

He’s madly in love with me.

He knows me and still loves me.

I come so hard I rear up on my tippy toes. I cry out and he doesn’t try to stifle me.

Everything shrinks and expands all at the same time. I drop both hands back onto the counter and hold on while Arnie fucks me to his own completion.

And then someone pounds on the door.