Page 46 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

Chapter thirty-eight

Zack

A strange desperation grows inside as I study the water running over White Mine’s bare back. It’s a feeling I know is important but can’t put into words. So much happened today that I need to make sense of, but the meaning remains out of reach.

I didn’t like White Mine being so sad. Or angry. I could smell that as easily as I can smell my ohm. But why he was angry and who I should kill for causing his pain, I’m not sure.

He wanted to shower first, as if to wash off the day, so we piled in and found each other’s bodies amid a layer of frothy soap.

“Zack,” White Mine moans.

My arm snakes between his legs to grip his cock while I thrust into my ohm, her spluttered gasps edging my senses as the shower water runs across her face and patters loudly on the plastic cap sitting over her hair.

My foot slips a little on the wet floor, and I grunt, bracing on the slick walls.

We barely have room to turn with the three of us crammed in together, but having them so close is worth the squish.

I didn’t like being separated today. We’ve been together almost constantly since Mine brought me here, so I thought it would always be the same. But today was different.

I grip White Mine tighter, startling a gasp from him. Today when he was most in need, he reached for that other alpha—the one I cast out. I hated seeing him in someone else’s arms, especially when it’s that sleek, dark-haired outlier. But instinct told me he could help my pack brother.

I need to know why.

Why he deserved such a sweet smile as they walked down the steps. Why White Mine called his name so desperately as he asked for help. I channel my frustration into my body, thrusting hard into Mine. She whimpers so prettily, bracing herself against the sparkling walls.

She clenches around my thick cock with a moan. “Fuck, Zack. So good!” Her pleasure flows straight into my chest, pure and fearless, as her fingers curl and her back bows.

I turn my attention to my white-haired alpha, withdrawing my hand from his cock and massaging up through his cheeks. He groans and tilts his hips, giving me access. I work a finger inside, toying experimentally. Different from Mine’s body, but still responsive.

This unity feels good, sending a pulse of heat through my shaft. I lean against our ohm with a groan, my fingers deep inside White Mine. He moans in response, breathing hard. I growl softly and Mine shivers beneath me as I empty myself in a torrent of pulses.

“More, Zack,” White Mine pants, leaning into my shoulder. His teeth graze my skin, sending a thrill of warning through me. I press my finger in deeper and his breath cuts off.

My cock slips free of Mine, the water stripping away the traces of her slick, though not the delicious scent of it. Far better than any soap. I shift, pressing my chest against White Mine’s back and resting my mouth by his ear. “Ask, help.”

“Ask for help,” Ohm corrects softly with an amused chuckle.

Nodding, I run my lips across White Mine’s hair. “Ask for help,” I repeat, sliding my other hand up his slender body to capture one hand and pin it against the cool tiles overhead.

“Oh, bloody oath, Red,” the pale alpha hisses. “Don’t teach him to be even—”

I insert a second finger in his hole.

He gasps and twitches all over. “—sexier. Fuck.” The alpha groans deeply as I play. He rises on his tiptoes, spreading his legs as far as the space allows. “Damn it! Help me, Zack.”

A happy rush explodes within, like I’ve won a territory battle.

But I’ve had enough of this water getting in the way, and I can’t handle his body the way I want in this closed space.

I throw the door open and haul him backward.

He squeaks as I load him up on my shoulder, holding tight so he doesn’t slide off my slippery skin.

Mine laughs as she flicks off the water and follows us to the bedroom.

I throw White Mine down on the bed, and he looks like a meal, as if he’s covered in slick instead of water. I will make that happen next time. Unlike me, his skin is smooth and free of scars. I run my fingertips over the silky surface before reaching for the plastic sheath and liquid.

Mine slips into a nightdress and lets out her long hair, watching us with a sleepy smile. She loves seeing her alphas together, and that makes me even happier. After I’ve covered my cock, I press it to White Mine’s hole. He groans and arches his back, presenting for my attention.

“Fuck,” I declare, making my ohm laugh.

“Yes, that’s right. Fuck Rickon,” she says.

It seems I’ve used the word correctly, although White Mine scolds her. I lean forward, feeling the give in his body as he lets my cock inside. I reach for his arms, tugging them behind his back and using our weight to balance us as I thrust deep.

He cries out, stiffening.

I wish I knew what he felt. When I’m inside Ohm, everything she feels spikes directly through my chest. I growl and thrust harder. White Mine presses his face into the sheets, hissing and babbling. I know he does that when he’s happy, but it’s not enough.

Nothing seems to be enough to satisfy this deep thirst.

Mine drapes herself across my back and my restlessness eases under her touch. I will learn. I will protect what’s mine next time.

“Zack, shit, I can’t take it,” White Mine moans, pressing his ass back into me.

“Give him more, alpha,” Mine whispers against my ear, the heat trickling down to my core.

I slam his hands down on the sheets with a growl and lean my body weight on them, breathing hard as I thrust furiously, rocking his slim frame forward on the bed with each stroke. But my hands trap him in place. With me, where he belongs.

He screams, a shudder running through him, and then his cock squeezes, painting the bed.

“White Mine,” I gasp out, my legs trembling with the effort.

He bucks beneath me, chasing his pleasure, and then droops and collapses, sending me sprawling over his back. His cake scent blooms, and I lick the back of his neck to taste it before turning us both on our sides so he can breathe.

“You’ll be the end of me,” he grumbles into the pillow, but he doesn’t sound the least bit upset.

Mine slips in at my back, her arms folding lovingly around me. I clasp her hand to my chest, the touch soothing. Later, when they’re asleep, I’ll move so I’m closest to the door, but for now I’m happy to lie here with their combined breaths flowing over me.

My pack members drift, leaving me in the semi-darkness, lit by the hall light and a side lamp. I know the names of so many objects now. I even know the name for myself.

Zack. Sometimes Zackary. Different from the old sounds of Zazuuuuuu that were sung when I entered the territory battles.

The force beneath my chest thumps heavily with memory. It still feels like I’m fighting a challenge, but the method is different—now I fight with learning.

I loosen my ohm’s grip and slide down the bed, throwing my filled cock bag in the trash and wiping the cum off White Mine’s body before covering them both with the blanket.

My body droops with weariness, but the ideas circling behind my eyes won’t be quiet.

I sit upright, leaning against the bedhead as I watch my pack mates sleep, tracing the moonlight as it glides across their bodies.

I need more, but I don’t know what it is.

Mine breathes deeply. I reach out to lift hair away from the crease in her neck, exposing my bite mark. I run my finger over the roughened skin, and she shivers, sensitive even when asleep. Behind her, the yellow lamplight catches in White Mine’s hair, sheening him like the moon outside.

I fold myself until I can rest my brow on his head, and then the pieces click together. Gently I run my fingers along his unmarked shoulder. This is the problem. This is why I feel secure with my ohm but not him.

Instinct told me to bite my ohm to make her mine, but it’s not the same with an alpha. He won’t like it. White Mine is powerful in strange ways. He might get angry again, this time at me, and he might kill me.

But if I bite him, I’ll know if he’s happy, or sad, or angry, right? I’ll know why tears streak his cheeks and what to do about it. I need that more than I need safety.

His slim fingers cover mine. “Can’t sleep, big guy?” he asks sleepily.

I slip off the bed and circle it, folding the sheets back to expose him. I need answers.

White Mine throws his arms around my neck as I lift him. He trusts me—with his ohm and with himself. His weak grip barely keeps him upright against my chest as I carry him quietly down the stairs. When he’s like this, he seems soft and completely harmless.

I set him down on the bench and then fetch a blanket to drape around him. I sit between his legs on a kitchen stool and curl my arms around his waist.

He covers a yawn before dropping a hand into my hair. “What is it, Zack? You look like you’re struggling with something.”

I press my head into his stomach, exposing the back of my neck while I sort through the crowd of noise in my head. “Call-ee,” I begin.

White Mine flinches.

“Today, who, and what? Court is?”

“Damn, I see you don’t go for the easy questions.” The alpha scrubs a hand over his face. “Let’s see.” He stares out the window at the mess of light spots across the city. “You know come , stay , and stop ?”

I nod.

“These are rules. Me and Red make your rules, and we say yes or no to you.” He points out to the window. “But there are big rules that everyone has to obey. These are called laws.”

His teeth dig into his bottom lip, gouging the skin. I reach up to pressure them off, feeling the heat and warmth inside. He lets me slip my finger into his mouth, his eyes sliding shut.

“Laws,” I repeat softly, withdrawing my hand. I want to hear his words.

“Right, laws. But sometimes, people disobey laws.”

I hum. I know what disobey is. “Zack not stop.”