I stare at my plate, twirling my fork mindlessly through my spaghetti bolognese.
It’s another lonely night, as usual. My appetite has disappeared over the last couple of weeks after my heat with Damon and his pack.
Even though it’s been weeks, I can’t get them off my mind. Damon’s smoldering gaze, Max’s flirty smile, and Gunner’s dominant touch all linger in my thoughts, and I can’t seem to shake them.
I force a forkful of spaghetti into my mouth, but chewing feels like a chore, the food resembling wet yarn in my mouth.
To make matters worse, I’ve been experiencing a strange sensation for the past few weeks—like I’m being watched. I get the distinct impression that someone is observing me. The alphas weren’t too happy after I turned them down and told them I didn’t want to be their omega.
I hope they’re not following me.
Even going to work, I’m extra cautious and wary of the possibility that any of the alphas might be waiting in the parking lot or could show up at the library again.
If they are following me, I don’t understand why they would be interested in me.
There’s nothing I can offer them that they wouldn’t find in another omega. It’s not easy to erase the trauma I feel from my old pack. They abused me and shattered my self-esteem for years, resulting in me not feeling worthy enough to seek love and acceptance from a new pack.
Being out of the home intensifies the feeling of being watched.
Every time I go for a walk or head to the store to grab a few things for the apartment, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. My senses are already heightened, but not being able to pinpoint what’s causing this unease makes me even more anxious.
My doorbell rings, jolting me out of my thoughts.
It rings again, and I freeze, my anxiety spiking. I’m not expecting any guests. If it were one of my neighbors, they would have just knocked. I push my cold food away, get up from the table, and head to the front door. Pressing the speaker button on my intercom system, I want to check who it is before letting them in.
“Hello?”
“Hi there,” a female voice replies. “I have a delivery for a Miss Lena.”
“Oh, of course,” I say with a relieved sigh, buzzing her in. I really need to calm down and stop freaking out over nothing.
Moments later, I open the door to find the smiling face of a petite woman.
“These are for you,” she says, handing me a bouquet, a box of chocolates, a bottle of perfume, and a small box tied with a ribbon.
“Oh!” I exclaim in surprise, taking in all the gifts. “Thank you!”
“You are one lucky girl,” she says, gazing dreamily at the presents.
I sign for the delivery and close the door, overwhelmed by the gifts now cluttering my dining room table. But I quickly feel suspicious.
There’s a card attached to the flowers, and I open it: Thinking of you, beautiful Lena.
Part of me is touched that they knew where to find me and went to such trouble to send me something, even though I ultimately rejected them.
I don’t want any ties to them, so I swiftly walk across the kitchen floor and toss the flowers into the trash. I don’t want them in my house. And if the alphas are watching me, I don’t want them to get the wrong idea when they see flowers in a vase on my coffee table.
I walk back across the kitchen to grab the box of chocolates to throw away, but I hesitate when I pick them up. They’re Belgian chocolates with a truffle center—delicious, no doubt—so I set them back down on the table, deciding to keep them as a treat for myself. I glance guiltily at my bowl of uneaten spaghetti.
Inside the box with the ribbon is a pair of earrings and a necklace. The earrings look like they could be diamonds, but I’m not sure. They look expensive, so I can’t bear to throw away something so beautiful. I set the box aside with the perfume.
Seeing all these gifts sends a pang of loneliness through my heart. I hope the alphas will move on.
Despite my best efforts, I can’t stop thinking about them, and by the looks of things, they haven’t stopped thinking about me either. I should want them to move on, but a tiny, desperate part of me feels warm and fuzzy.
The rest of the afternoon passes slowly as I putter about my apartment, washing dishes and vacuuming. I treat myself to a few chocolates for dessert.
After a long, luxurious bath to wind down for the evening, I head into my room and drop the towel after drying myself. The box of jewelry catches my eye, and curiosity overcomes me. The diamond necklace looks big and magnificent as I clasp it around my neck. Admiring it in the mirror, I don’t want to take it off just yet as the gem settles between my naked breasts. Feeling like a million bucks, I put on the earrings, admiring how they look as I preen in front of the mirror.
As I blow-dry my long auburn hair, I stare at the jewelry, thinking of Damon’s last words to me and the intensity in his eyes: “I just know we’re fated to be together.”
Gunnar
Lena looks so beautiful as I watch her from outside her bedroom window. Seeing her prance around her room in nothing but the jewelry I gave her turns me on, even though my mission is to keep a close eye on our omega.
Even though Damon is against this, I can’t look the other way and pretend she isn’t ours.
I know in my heart that she’ll be my omega soon, and I can’t bear to keep her out of my sight. Her safety is too important to me.
I’ve been standing outside her apartment all day, hiding in the shadows of the building and the nearby trees, watching her putter about the kitchen and the living room.
Seeing her angrily throw away the flowers surprised me; I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be offended. But watching her petite figure stand in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but the diamonds I bought her, makes me forgive her instantly.
The curvature of her breasts and hips nearly drove me wild. She looks stunning, and I watch her greedily as she bends over her nightstand to take a couple of pills while still adorned in the jewelry.
“Fuck,” I whisper, watching her sweet ass bounce as she plops onto the bed. She doesn’t turn off the light yet, and I’m glad because I want to keep watching.
She lay back on the bed, absentmindedly massaging her thigh with one hand while looking at her phone with the other. I watched eagerly as her thighs gradually separated, revealing her tiny pussy.
The same pussy I had ravaged weeks ago.
My cock hardens as I listen to her humming through the window and jiggling one of her legs, giving me a clearer view of her pussy. A stream of clear liquid ran down from her little hole to her ass.
I need to taste her slick. I need her.
After an hour of watching and waiting, Lena finally falls asleep, leaving the bedside lamp on. Knowing this is my chance, I creep toward the building, slowly opening the bedroom window, carefully sneaking in, and shutting it softly behind me.
She looks so peaceful lying on the bed.
I slowly climb onto the bed with her. Lena’s deep asleep, her mouth slightly open, and her hair fanned across the pillow. Her thick diamond necklace sparkling around her slim neck.
Fuck.
My cock is rock hard from the scent of her secretions wafting from between her legs. The soft smell of vanilla drives my wolf crazy as I dip my head between her legs.
Hesitantly, I stick my tongue out to taste her, hoping not to wake her. I lightly touched the tip of my tongue to the center of her pussy, allowing her juices to flow delicately onto my taste buds. I want to groan with delight when the first drop falls onto my tongue.
I growl ferally against her pussy and freeze when she adjusts herself, spreading her legs wider for me.
I need to be more careful. But damn, I can’t help it.
My cock jumps in my jeans as I kneel between her legs. Unzipping my fly, I grip myself as I dip my head between her legs once again after she starts to snore again.
She tastes phenomenal, so sweet on my tongue, and as I lick all around her folds, making sure to get every last drop. She moans in her sleep, and I push my tongue into her tight hole.
I push her thighs farther apart with both hands and stick my tongue inside her, drinking her sweet nectar up as my cock throbs.
“Gunnar?” Lena mumbles sleepily, her hand reaching my head, and I freeze. She curls her fingers into my hair, gripping me closer to her pussy.
I panic, thinking she’s awake, but her eyes are still closed.
“Shh, Lena, it’s just me,” I whisper, kissing her inner thigh. “Relax, baby, enjoy your sleep. I only want to taste you. You taste like honey. I can’t get enough.”
“You’re not supposed to be here,” she mumbles sleepily with a small smile, opening her thighs wider to give me better access.
“I know, baby, but I can’t stay away. Not when you taste this good. Let me make you feel good. I want to taste your cum on my tongue.”
“Mmm, oh!” she whimpers when I start to lick her.
Her grip on my hair tightens as she grinds my face with her pussy. I’m more than happy to be there, licking around her opening and sucking her hard little clit into my mouth.
I’m beyond horny, aching to shove my raging cock into her tight hole and fuck her senseless, but I hold back, instead jerking myself off while I eat her out. I used the precum leaking from my cock as lube while I strok myself- Lena’s sleepy whimpers and moans spurring me higher.
Sucking on her pussy is a delight. I need her to release all over my face as slick pours relentlessly from her hole. I turn my attention to her clit, which is peeking out now, swirling my wide tongue around and around her nub.
Her breathing hitches as I suck on her clit and push a finger into her pussy at the same time. I suck harder onto her clit, and she finally cums, shuddering beneath my tongue and releasing more slick into my mouth with a quiet squirt.
I moan at the taste of her and sit up, jerking off forcefully as I near my release. With a grunt, I orgasm, aiming directly at her pussy.
There’s something so gratifying seeing my white hot seed splash onto her naked pussy, and she sighs when she feels it coat her skin as if she can’t get enough of the feeling.
I smile, satisfied with the sick pleasure that seeing her covered in my cum gives me. Using my fingers, I push my cum into her still-drenched pussy. If I can’t have her cum on my cock and knot her that way, I’m going to make damn sure she still takes my load.
“Oh yes, good girl,” I purr quietly in the dark.
I want her pregnant, and the thought of seeing her belly round with my child makes me want to knot her.
Lena has fallen asleep again.
Satisfied with my work, I tuck the blanket around her and kiss her forehead. I make my way to the window while shoving my cock back into my pants.
I was fucking lucky tonight, but I know that if Damon found out, he would be furious. I shrug as I close the window behind me and make my way back to my watch post. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
