Page 6 of The Night Movers: Season One

Ridley wrenched himself backwards, pulling himself out of the vision and out of Titus’s arms. Ridley must have caught the alpha off guard. He didn’t even try to stop him. He hit the floor hard enough to wince then scurried backwards until his back hit a solid wall of muscle.

Diesel.

Thick arms folded around Ridley, the bear-like alpha’s nose making itself at home against his neck. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Ridley mumbled back, a sudden wave of exhaustion hitting him like a truck. Ridley melted against him, letting his head fall back onto his shoulder. Diesel was so warm and solid and built for comfort. Ridley tried to burrow deeper.

Diesel huffed out a laugh against Ridley’s skin. “Somebody’s cuddly.”

“Sleepy,” Ridley mumbled. “I haven’t slept in days.”

“What’d you see?” Ryker said.

Ridley assumed he was talking to Titus and stayed quiet.

Before Titus could answer, Jensen chimed in. “Yeah, what’d you see?”

Silence stretched between them. Diesel began to rock gently with Ridley in his arms. His brain felt soupy, his body limp like cooked noodles. Was this still those calming pheromones? Was this just shock? Exhaustion?

“Well?” Diesel said, impatience seeping into his tone.

“I saw what he said,” Titus said, hesitant, like he wanted to say something more .

“And?” Ryker asked. “Was he telling the truth?”

“How should I know?” Titus snapped. “Just because I saw it doesn’t mean it’s true. If he can show me these so-called visions, maybe he can also just make them up and show me anything he wants.”

Ridley couldn’t even bring himself to get mad. Diesel’s tight hold and gentle rocking was soothing him to sleep as the alphas argued over his head.

“Why would he want to be tied to five alphas?” Ryker asked.

“Six,” Ridley mumbled. “There are six of you…the one who smells like candy. He’s mine, too.”

“Sugar…” Jensen said. “He’s never even met him. How would he know about him if he’s just making shit up? Wouldn’t he have only included those of us he’s met?”

Titus scrubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck, I don’t know. I don’t know what he can do. Maybe he can pluck thoughts right out of our heads. What do you want me to say? That he’s right? That we’re going to claim him? That’s insane. We swore we’d never do that to an omega.”

That last statement tugged at something inside Ridley. There was a pain attached to those last words, something deep and visceral. Titus wasn’t pissed. He was scared . Not scared of Ridley but something else.

I’m scared of history repeating itself.

The words weren’t Ridley’s but they reverberated through him like a tuning fork. Nobody else seemed to notice or react to the thought. Maybe Ridley had simply imagined the words, an exhaustion-induced hallucination.

“But he’s not safe alone,” Diesel said, tightening his hold on Ridley like a kid trying to convince his dad to let him care for a stray puppy. “You know what they could do to him.”

That was nice. Diesel was nice. He was nice and sweet and sexy and so strong he could probably break Ridley in half, but even as he squeezed him, he stayed cognizant of Ridley’s small frame. He could barely keep his eyes open, Diesel’s rocking lulling him to sleep .

“We got into this to help omegas,” Jensen said. “Are you just going to dump him on the street when we get back and leave him to his own devices? That’s fucking cruel. You know what they’ll do to him.”

“What about what he’ll do to us?” Titus shot back. “Do you really think the six of us can share one omega without tearing each other to pieces?”

Oh…did that happen? He’d heard from others that official packs claimed and shared omegas all the time, raising the omegas’ offspring as a group.

He shivered at the thought of having their pups.

A week ago, he would have thrown up at the thought, but now, it excited him.

Maybe he was about to go into heat. He’d only made it through his pre-heat at the facility before they’d pumped him full of some kind of drug to stop it in its tracks so they could perform their invasive and painful tests.

Was this what a heat felt like? If he went into heat on the streets, he’d be torn apart. A giggle escaped his lips but he bit it back. He should be afraid but whatever alpha pheromones surrounded him had him still bobbing along the waves.

“Packs share all the time,” Jensen said.

See. I was right.

“Most packs aren’t like our pack. There aren’t any betas in the mix or other omegas. What if our ruts sync up? You think he can handle six alphas knotting him several times a day for a week or longer? Could we?”

Ryker scoffed. “There are ways to stop that. Meds. Isolation. We’ve all ridden out a rut alone to keep from triggering the others. But it doesn’t even matter. He’s an omega. He was made for this.”

Ridley shifted, biting down on his lip at the way his nipples hardened and his cock leaked. He was already so wet there was no way Diesel couldn’t smell it and feel it.

Diesel chuckled. “I don’t think it's the crisis you think it is. Our little omega seems to agree with Ryker. He likes the idea of six on one. Smell him.” Diesel nosed behind Ridley’s ear, murmuring, “You smell so fucking good. I want to drizzle your slick on my fucking waffles. I bet you taste amazing.”

Ridley whimpered, pushing himself back against Diesel, molten lava bubbling between his hip bones at the idea of taking six knots. Diesel’s strong hands squeezed at his hips, then dragged him back against his thick cock, grinding it against his ass.

“Diesel, relax,” Jensen said around a laugh. “You can’t just mount him in the back of the van. Titus already looks like he’s going to blow an artery over this.”

“For the record, I’ve never minded sharing,” Ryker said. “But our alpha seems a bit…tense over the idea.”

“We’d let you have him first,” Diesel said, his hand sliding beneath Ridley’s thin t-shirt to splay across the bare skin of his belly. “As long as that’s what he wanted, obviously.” To Ridley, he said, “We don’t own you. Even if you’re pack. We’re not about that shit.”

“Yeah, there’s already a pack hierarchy in place. We know our pecking order. The only possessive one is you,” Jensen reminded Titus.

“How the fuck would you know?” Titus said. “When have you ever even seen me with an omega?”

“Here,” Ryker said. “Right now. And you’re not really selling the easy breezy vibe.”

Titus glowered at him. “We don’t do omegas. We all agreed.”

“Things change,” Diesel said. “If Ridley has visions and his visions are never wrong, don’t we at least owe it to ourselves to consider it—consider him —before we dismiss him outright? He’s not safe without us.”

“He’s not safe with us,” Titus insisted, expression pained.

“Look, you’re the alpha and we always respect your authority, but we decided everyone got a vote on the big decisions,” Jensen reminded. “This is a big decision. We shouldn’t be having this conversation without Sugar and Steele.”

“Sugar will never agree to this,” Titus said, obstinate.

Diesel glanced down at Ridley and smiled. Ridley smiled back dopily, another giggle slipping free. How long did these pheromones last? It was so nice to not feel scared or anxious or stressed. He hoped they’d let him have a bath and maybe some food before they turned him out on the streets.

The vehicle came to a stop once more. Diesel flashed pearly white teeth and a devious smile towards Titus. “I guess we’re about to find out, huh?”