Sia was not at all happy with my decision but I don’t give a damn. I’ve finished my breakfast when the bitch woke up. She narrows her eyes at our close proximity. The bitch was trying to intimidate me with her eyes. Sia hadn’t even noticed her come in, too distracted by my beauty to even bother.
“I won’t let you meet Ruarc. It’s not safe.”
“You’re saying that because you’re jealous.”
Anita glared at me with so much hatred that I wanted to laugh. She’s annoyed that Sia hasn’t recognized her. She just woke up from sleep and her hair is still perfect. It’s not fair.
“I’m not jealous. I’m just looking out for you.”
Anita is fuming just hearing Sia’s words. Just to rile her up the more, I press myself against him, drawing circles on his thigh. Sia doesn’t complain, nor does he push me away. It makes me happy and Anita made. My job is to distract Sia from seeing her, so I continued talking.
“I don’t need you to look after me. Ruarc is capable of doing that.”
“Ruarc can’t take care of you. He will only hurt you.”
“And you can? Like I said earlier, Anita is your priority.”
“Think about it. How would you meet him?”
I hadn’t thought about it, but I’m sure I will figure out something.
“I can just call him.”
“With what? I’m not letting you near my phone.”
Damn it. How else am I supposed to meet him?
“Fine! But I won’t be here and watch you be intimate with Anita.”
I sound really jealous but I don’t care.
“Where would you go? Who would take you?”
“Anywhere. I might even go back to my pack.”
“You forget that you’re a rogue. They will kill you once you step on their lands.”
“Well, who’s to blame?”, I snap.
Anita, tired of waiting approaches Sia, hugging him from behind. Sia relaxes in her touch. I frown, giving them the space, they needed. Anita pulls back, and sits in his lap. I look away. I can feel Sia’s eyes boring in my back. My hands are fidgety and I want to strangle Anita.
“I need… need some air,” I croak out.
They don’t say anything, they are too interested in each other to talk.
Rain pours on me and I bask in the cold. It’s impossible to see in the rain, and I just walk away from the cabin, folding into myself. I have always walked away from my problems instead of facing them. This is a personal problem even though it doesn’t seem like it. I smile bitterly as I remember my advisor who betrayed me like it was nothing. I was once a somebody, but now, I’m just a property. Sia’s property. I can hear sounds and they are not sounds of rain. I go in the direction of the sounds, freezing when I come closer. How did this happen? Sia is leaning against the wall of the cabin, stark naked and a gag in his mouth. He is stroking her hair while Anita, naked as well is sucking on his dick. Rain is pouring heavily on them as though the goddess approves. Anita stands up abruptly, wiping her mouth clean. She hugs Sia.
“How did I do?”
“Great. I see you haven’t lost your touch.”
She giggles, pressing herself hard against him. Then she sees me. She immediately frowns, hissing, eyes full of hate glued to me.
“How long have you been there?”
Long enough to know how much of a whore you are, I want to say, but I shut my mouth instead.
Sia opens his eyes to see who she’s talking it. His eyes widen when they fall on me. “Crinka, what are you doing here?”
I think the question should be what are YOU doing here, but I don’t say anything. Rain is falling, so no one can see my tears.
“I told you this girl should go Sia, but you didn’t listen. Now she has seen your birth suit, I think I should gauge her eyes out.”
I’d kill you before you even have a chance to kill me bitch.
“There’s no need for that sweetheart. I’m sure she’s just leaving. Right Crinka?”
Baby, sweetheart. It’s just too much.
“Right,” I agree, taking to my heels. I ran as fast as I could, colliding with a brick wall. I take a measured breath, pissed. I know that brick wall would turn out to be a man. Ruarc stared at me, hard and unblinking. Seems like the goddess has brought him to me.
“What are you doing here? And where is Nasia?”, he demanded, forcing me to look at him. I don’t want to talk to about Sia and neither do I want to think about him. It’s still shocking to see him receiving a blowjob from Anita. I’m sure they’re having sex by now. I cried harder at the thought. Just like Sia, Ruarc doesn’t care if I’m crying or not. Sia cared once, but I’m sure it was under pretense.
“Just take me away from here. Please, I’m begging you,” I say clutching his shirt.
I can hear footsteps. Maybe I’m just imagining it.
Ruarc looks…. concerned?
“Maybe if you tell me what’s making you so afraid, I can help you.”
The footsteps are becoming louder and I’m starting to think they’re real. Now, I’m trying to climb Ruarc’s tall frame. I’m shaking with fear. Ruarc holds my hands, bringing them to my sides.
“What’s the matter with you Crinka? Why, you’re trembling.”
Trembling, shaking, same thing. I just want to be out of here.
“Ruarc, just get me out of here! Now!”
He doesn’t ask any more questions, pulling me behind him. I stumble and I can see him rolling his eyes in the rain. Doesn’t stop him from scooping me in his arms though.
“My arms are not for free you know.”
I hide my face in his shirt, sobbing.
“You’re ruining my shirt with your tears.”
What an asshole. “Just say that you don’t want to carry me,” I mumble into his shirt. I don’t know where he’s taking me, but I just hope it is somewhere Sia can never reach me.
“You sprained your ankle while you were walking. It’s pretty bad.”
I don’t care about that.
?
“Hey wake up.”
I open my tired eyes, yawning. We are in Ruarc’s house and I’m in his clothes. I’m not going to be ashamed if he was the one who changed me. He has seen me naked before so it’s no big deal. But I still can’t help the blush forming on my cheeks. I’m feeling the pain in my ankle and it hurts a lot. Being an omega sucks.
“Here take this.”
I sat up carefully, staring at the pills in his hand. Last time I took a pill, I woke up cuffed to a bed. Forgive me if I’m being a little skeptical.
“What’s that?”
“Painkillers. It would help reduce the pain.”
I swallowed the pills with the water he had given me. He sits down on the queen-sized bed, hooded eyes watching me in silence. I feel better.
“Thank you,” I say, handing him the glass.
He sets it down on the bedside table. He hasn’t stopped staring and I’m getting uncomfortable under his gaze.
“Is there anything you want?”
He hasn’t changed out of his wet clothes, the wet fabric sticking to him like second skin. If Icelanders were good at something, it would be perfect abs.
“I want a lot of things, especially answers to my questions.”
“Ask away,” I say, wondering how my hands would feel on those wet abs of his.
Control yourself! This dude has six wives!
“Why did you disobey me?”
I expected him to ask why I was in the rain, but hey whatever goes.
“Disobey you? What are you talking about?”
“I asked you not to be intimate with him. Yet you went and had sex with him.”
I flinched. “How did you know that?”
“That’s not relevant. If you had done what I told you to do, seeing him with Anita would have been less painful.”
How did he know that?
“How did you know t… that she’s with him?”, I stammer.
“She came here before going to him. She spent the night here.”
Why would she do that?
“Um, she didn’t tell Sia that.”
“Of course, she didn’t, because she wouldn’t want her lover to know she was drunk and had a male’s scent on her. I couldn’t place who it was.”
What’s Ruarc saying? Anita was drunk and had a male’s scent on her? Why did she keep that from Sia?
So, he won’t get mad and abandon her, my subconscious whispers.
“That’s something.”
“That’s not the worst part.”
Oooh, there’s more?
“What happened?”, I ask softly.
“She tried to sleep with me yesterday, thinking I was Sia. Disgusting,” he says, shaking his head in disgust.
She tried to sleep with Ruarc? Thinking he was Sia? I get angry just thinking about it. She can have Sia and the world, but she dares not touch my Ruarc.
There I go again, being possessive over a man I barely know.
“What happened next?”
“She got away with kissing me before passing out. I will never forget the feel of her lips on mine.”
But you could forget mine. Now I just want to rip that bitch apart.
“What did the guy smell like?”
“Salmon. Nasty.”
I’m guessing Ruarc hates fish then. I wonder who this guy was.
“Did she tell you why she was drunk?”
“She spoke a lot of nonsense, so I’m guessing she had a bad day. I was going to tell Sia, before I bumped into you.”
He was going to tell Sia? I didn’t see that coming.
“I’m sorry about that,” I say sheepishly. “I can make up for it. I swear.”
Ruarc grinned evilly, eyes dancing with mischief. Maybe telling him that wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“There is something you can do for me.”
I exhale sharply. What have I gotten myself into?
“What is it?”
“A lap dance.”
I collapsed.
*******
It wasn’t that hard you see, to dance in a man’s lap, but it can become very difficult when you can’t seem to control yourself around such a man. I had given Sia a blowjob, yet the idea of giving his brother a lap dance repulsed me. What an irony.
“I can’t,” I say, righting myself. “I’m not a whore. Plus, I don’t know how to dance.”
“I can smell your lie. It’s not hard, unless you have other ideas.”
I do have other ideas. A simple sorry will suffice.
“How about sorry?”, I ask, battling my eyelashes at him.
He blinked. “Are you kidding me right now?”
“Okay, how about a kiss?”, I ask, trying to control my racing heart.
“We have already kissed,” he says dryly.
“You’re wet, I’m dry, a lap dance is not ideal.”
“I can take off my clothes. Stop giving me stupid excuses and you just give me what I want.”
“Do you think this is easy for me? Do you think it’s easy to give you a lap dance when there’s a possibility, I might like you? Huh? Answer me!”, I yell, breathing hard.
Ruarc smirks. “You like me? That just makes it much better. I can’t wait to see Sia’s face when he hears this.”
See him talking like a teenager. But wait, did I really say that? I like Ruarc, no kidding but I didn’t mean to tell him yet. It was just one kiss and I already have a crush. Goddess, help me.
“No. Sia doesn’t need to hear about this.”
“Sia doesn’t need to hear about what?”
My eyes widen when they take in a fully dressed Sia by the door. His hands in his front pockets, neck stiff, face stoic, he leans against the door, white eyes flickering from Ruarc to me, to my bandaged ankle. What the fuck is he doing here? Wasn’t he with Anita just a few hours ago? My mouth opens, closes and then opens again. He rolls his eyes at me.
“Close your mouth Crinka, or my dick will go in.”