Page 48 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

Chapter thirty-nine

Red

I jolt awake as screams rip through the house.

My breath stutters as a powerful sensation catapults directly into my chest, filling my body with waves of heat.

Fuck, it’s so strong, my pussy burns and an instant orgasm shocks through me.

But miraculously enough, it’s not Zack’s orgasm I’m sensing. Or rather, not his alone.

Throwing back the blanket, I roll off the bed, ignoring the slick streaming down my thighs. I slip and catch myself on the corridor wall, gasping for breath. The door to the spare room flings open and Agent Pierce stumbles out, woken by those ongoing screams.

“They’re okay,” I gasp, staggering down the hall.

Only one answer exists for me feeling two internal presences, and it makes me so happy I could cry.

“What?” Agent Pierce asks, already on the steps.

“Don’t separate them,” I say, pressing a hand to my chest. “It’s a bonding.”

His eyes widen in shock before he disappears down the stairs to verify my statement. I smile as I stumble after him, wave after wave of secondhand pleasure rocking me. So fucking powerful.

I stop on the landing and lean on the railing.

Zack has Rickon laid out flat on the kitchen counter, his head buried in his hip.

My first alpha’s screams fade to needy whines as Zack pins his hands, containing his wild thrashing.

Moonlight glints on the cum running down Zack’s shoulder as the smaller alpha bucks his groin up into the feral alpha’s chest. The light also catches on the tears flowing down Zack’s face.

Fuck, it’s the most wild and beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

My legs give way, and I sink down onto the step.

Heady waves flow through me, growing brighter as the bond settles.

Zack’s amazing for sure, but to think he’d take it upon himself to bond another alpha blows every expectation out of the park.

I’ve heard alphas don’t usually bond other alphas because it’s difficult to override their instincts successfully.

But Zack doesn’t have limits like normal alphas.

The faint trace of Rickon that existed as static in my head fades, flickering into life squarely in my chest. The Omega Center said Rickon couldn’t bond me for a year, and I was too scared of their interference to rebel. But now Zack’s given me what I wanted most.

I gasp in a shuddering breath, gripping the railing tight as their love ignites. I cover my pussy with one trembling hand, leaning into the fiery sensations with a purr. Fuck, I need more friction to endure this blazing need. I slip my fingers deep inside with a soft moan.

At the bottom of the stairs, the OCB agent hesitates. “You okay there, Mr Jones?” he asks cautiously.

“Yes,” Rickon gasps out. “All good. You can go.”

Agent Pierce turns and runs up the steps, recoiling when he sees me sitting on the landing, fingering myself. He looks horrified.

“Madhouse, ain’t it?” I drawl, putting on my best Deep South cowboy accent. I’m sure I heard that line in a movie somewhere; can’t remember where. Can barely think at all right now.

He mutters an expletive as he races past me, and a moment later the bedroom door slams upstairs. I’d laugh, but I’m deep in an orgasmic trance created by my two beautiful alphas in the kitchen below. Being a wild omega is the most fun in the world.

My pussy clenches around my fingers and I lift my chin to cry out. My orgasm joins the two already in progress and Rickon screams again as he feels my pleasure. Fuck, I wonder how far the bond sensations reach? I could have so much fun with this in the future.

I collapse against the handrail with a chuckle.

Rickon’s screams turn to moans and his excited gyrations slow.

Zack releases his fists and Rickon slides his hands around the big alpha’s shoulders, hanging on tight.

My belly spasms and I thrust through myself eagerly, leaning into the shattering orgasm.

Slick floods my thighs and I rest back against the next step, panting as I watch the two writhing men below through half-shuttered lids.

Damn, they’re beautiful.

After I catch my breath, I drag myself upright and haul my ass back upstairs. I could join in, but I want them both to enjoy this moment together. The night I bonded with Zack is one of my favorite memories.

Zack has perfect timing too; Rickon won’t even remember he has parents after this gorgeous stunt. Our feral alpha really is full of surprises.

I smother a giggle as I clean myself up; then Iset an alarm. Zack’s not one to let go easily, so I doubt either of them will be in shape to go anywhere tomorrow. I’ll need to get myself to work.

Excitement clashes with exhaustion as I curl up under the sheets. With the door open, I can still faintly hear the moans of my love-struck alphas downstairs, and it lulls me to sleep with a smile on my lips.

I swear I’ve only just closed my eyes when the alarm blares rudely, startling me awake.

I fumble around one-handed on the bedside table to snooze it, but then the events of the night rush in.

With a jolt, I sit upright. Rickon sprawls on the bed next to me, drooling into his pillow.

Halfway down the bed, Zack clutches his waist. He’s fast asleep too, but his mouth still presses to the bite mark.

As I watch, his tongue slides out, sweeping over the red punctures.

Adorable.

I check the time and roll out of bed, smothering a groan.

I’m gonna need a bunch of coffee to survive today.

As I shower, I consider whether or not to wake Zack.

I don’t want to, in case he won’t let me go, but when I think about his potential flip-out if he wakes and finds me gone, I know I can’t do that to him.

Once I’m dressed, I gently shake his shoulder. “Zack?”

He growls and tightens his grip on Rickon, possessive even in his sleep. Chuckling, I shake him harder. “Zack!”

His eyes blink open.

“Hi, tiger. Congratulations on bonding your alpha.”

He smiles slowly as my meaning filters through his sleepy mind. He seals his mouth to Rickon’s hip and sucks while clinging to his hips.

I swallow down a groan, wanting to climb back into bed with them. But I have places to be. “Honey, I have to go to work. You stay here with Rickon.”

His eyes widen and he moves, but I shove his shoulder back into place.

“No, Zack. Stay.” I point to Rickon. “You have to tend a bond bite carefully in the first few days.”

He frowns down at the red-raw wound.

“Remember how you licked mine for days? You need to do that for Rickon, too.”

I draw back, but his hand snakes out to capture my wrist. “Stay,” he demands.

“I can’t. I gotta go and do my acting. You know, with the horses and cameras?” I mime how the film team hold the video gear.

“Act,” he muses, looking from me to Rickon and back again. Even if I didn’t have a direct line to his emotions, the torment on his face is clear.

“Please stay here,” I tell him, massaging his big hand. “I’ll be safe, and I’ll come back later. Promise.”

Zack releases me, his unease prickling through my chest.

I dig through Rickon’s discarded clothing and find his phone. “How about this? I’ll call at least every hour until I can come home. Then you’ll know I’m fine.”

Or, even better than calling, I can chat while I go to work. I dial Rickon’s number and answer it straight away before the ringtone can kick in. I put it on the speakerphone so Zack can hear my voice without touching it, and then I walk out.

“See? It’s fine, you can still hear me.”

Zack’s grunt carries down the line and I grin. The nest-turned-spare-bedroom door cracks open and Agent Pierce pokes his head through.

“Good morning, Agent Pierce,” I offer cheerily.

“Good morning, Ms Jones.” He flushes and drops his gaze. He probably had wet dreams of me, or my alphas, all night. “How are the guys this morning?”

“Rickon and Zack are fine but they’ll stay home today. I suggest keeping out of their way because Zack will be real sensitive for a while.”

“And you?” he asks, rubbing sleep crust from his eyes.

“I’m off to work.” I wave away the question forming in his mouth. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Your responsibility is only for Zack, after all.” And it’s not like I’ve never wandered the city alone. “Gotta run or I’ll be late.”

I ride down the elevator and fly through the front door, heading out onto the street level instead of the parking garage, while softly chatting to Zack on my phone the whole time.

Catching a cab proves to be easy, and although it takes a few tries, I get the AlphaCash app working to pay the driver.

Feels great to be paying with my own money.

I swallow nerves at the size of the crowd outside the gate and ask the driver to go around the block. “Any chance I could buy your cap off you?” I ask, tapping my head to indicate his hat.

I don’t think the press will hurt me, but I’m sure the court case is hot news, especially after Rickon’s outburst and collapse. And I don’t need any complications right now.

Zack goes quiet on the phone and I think he’s fallen asleep as I twist my hair up into a knot and stuff it under my new hat, slipping through the crowds like I’m not aiming for the guarded gateway.

One of the security guards spots me, jerking his chin in acknowledgment.

When an opening appears between the reporters, I dart through, and he has the gate ready for me.

But that doesn’t stop the reporters from getting excited. “Red Jones! Any comment on what happened at the courthouse yesterday?”

I duck my head and keep walking as the gate clangs shut.

I don’t have time for press today, and besides, Rickon will probably make a statement once he’s awake.

The picture of him with his legs wrapped in Zack’s arms comes to mind, and I grin.

It’s just as likely he won’t be able to do a thing today.

The filming routine is familiar now, and I coast through costuming and makeup, chatting easily with Callie and the other staff before heading to the set.

Director Yun glances around. “Is everything okay? Where’s your team?”

I grin. “Something came up so I’m flying solo today.”

He nods once, looking troubled. “Um, I saw the news. Is Rickon okay?”

I slap my forehead. “Darn, I haven’t seen what they’re reporting, but if you mean what happened at the courthouse, he’ll be okay. Let’s get rolling, shall we?” I’m confident that having an unrestrained feral alpha up in his emotions will distract Rickon from his parent’s fucked-up stunt.

“All right, business as usual, then.” The director plants his hands on his hips and scans the busy team. “But I’ll ask someone to keep an eye on you for today.”

I don’t argue. I’ve been through enough as an omega to know I can’t be too reckless.

As they do the lighting checks, a pang runs through my chest. I dig out my phone, which I put on mute earlier. “Everything okay, Zack?” I murmur softly, not wanting to wake him if he’s asleep.

“Red?” Rickon calls.

“I’m on the phone, alpha. I went into work.”

He swears and the line crackles as he grabs for his phone. “By yourself? I’m so sorry. I’ll be right there.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m fine, and you need to stay where you are. A bond mark’s no joke, and I doubt Zack will release you for another day, at least.”

“Oh.”

A faint thrill seeps through our shared bond, and I grin as I picture him looking down at the brawny alpha wrapped around his legs.

Even in my imagination, they’re too cute to handle.

“You did good, love,” I murmur, covering the phone so no one can overhear me.

“I’m so happy for us. I can sense you in my heart now. ”

His voice lifts with a smile as he replies. “Red, I had no idea it would feel this good. I couldn’t even imagine.” His voice breaks and he clears his throat. “I can feel you too, Biscuit. And you orgasmed last night, didn’t you? It was so good, I thought I might die from pleasure.”

“Yes, alpha.” Warmth explodes through my chest. “I can feel how happy you are. It’s a dream come true.” I chuckle. “Even better, Zack found a way to screw over the Omega Center’s rules.”

Rickon laughs.

The director calls for the scene to be set. “Gotta go, Rickon. I’ll ring back when I have time, ’kay? Enjoy your day with Zack, and don’t worry about me.”

I hang up the phone and ask my temporary assistant to hold on to it for me.

Today we’re filming a scene where the racehorses load into the starting gate and the other jockeys heckle Ashana.

Horses mill everywhere and dust rises from the dirt track.

I turn Chuckles, affectionately nicknamed for the way he blows out his nostrils, in a circle around the back of the starting gates.

My heartbeat clip-clops along with the excited horses’ hoofbeats as we enter the third take after some of the hotheaded horses spoil the first two tries.

I wind one fist into my horse’s mane as the handler sends us into the gates.

It’s such a cramped space; I can’t blame the animals for not liking it.

I drag my goggles down over the helmet and settle them in place.

“Don’t go into heat halfway round,” a jockey heckles as per the script.

“Careful, or your face will set like an asshole,” I counter, hunching down and looking straight ahead like I’m supposed to. With a smirk, I add, “Oh, wait, it already has.” Ashana pulls no punches.

Any second now, the bell will ring, and those bars will fly open. Damn, feels like I’m really about to ride in a race like this, even though we’re using retired racehorses and my stunt double will do the actual race shots once we’ve finished.

The stirrups are so short my knees are practically level with my face as I hunch, waiting for the bell. Balanced precariously, like how my life used to feel.

A horse neighs wildly and a loud thump sounds. Out of nowhere, a dark shape rears up in my side view, one of the unsettled horses looming over the divider. I hunch down as the jockey spills across the railing, coming right at us.

I can’t avoid the collision.