No Reservations—Part One

by Viola Grace

  She moved her phone to her belly, so she could speak more easily, and while bending forward, she grazed her nipple with one hand; she bent her head and licked at the nipple, holding her breast and continuing to move the toy as her hips rolled with it.

  “Precious, what is that wet sound?”

  “Um, I am licking?”

  “What?”

  “My nipples? I can just reach them. It feels super nice.”

  He groaned, and the others were with him. “We are not going to let you out of bed until we are all exhausted and sticky, and even then, we may crawl back in.”

  “Aw... that is weeks away. I don’t want to be alone when I cum. Can I call you guys if I need to do what I am doing now?”

  “Masturbate?” Dexter supplied helpfully.

  “If it isn’t an evening, Dexter has the most flexible schedule. He can talk you through it. After five, we are all yours.”

  She chuckled the moaned. “What about mornings between five and seven?”

  Ambrose chuckled. “I have got you there, precious.”

  Argus sighed. “I will just have to settle for waiting for you, kitten, and listening to you.”

  She let out a throaty moan. “Fine. I will reserve video chatting for Argus.”

  He let out a hoot of triumph. “I will definitely take that, kitten. Just you and me, and when we’re both exhausted, the boys can come and say hi in the chat.”

  Ambrose growled. “You meant the guys, right?”

  She laughed and got the scent bag. “He meant the boys. They came for me first.”

  She opened the bag fully and was surrounded by the scent of all three of them, and this wasn’t a casual scent; this was sweat, cum, and the musk from their cock. She moaned, thrashed the cock inside her, and whined for contact with another being. She held one of the stuffed jaguars, and she was in a frenzy of licking, moaning, and thrashing before she let out a keening cry, and she dropped to the mattress, landing on the folded sheet she had created for that very day.

  “I think that was a good start. If I go off again, I won’t bother you.”

  Ambrose’s voice was steel. “You will call us, precious. No matter what time, day or night. It will be our pleasure to be with you.”

  She looked down and blinked. “Oh, I got stuffy Romulus all sweaty.”

  Argus asked, “You needed something to touch?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Hug the stuffing out of them. They are there because we can’t be.”

  She was suddenly shy as she pulled the toy out. There were some flecks of blood around the knot, but she had been using it aggressively, so it was unsurprising.

  “What do you see, precious?”

  “I got a little overly enthused with the knot, and there is a bit of blood.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No, just a deep ache that makes me want to do it again. Heats are frustrating.” She chucked low in her throat. “Maybe you guys can be around for the next one.”

  They chuckled. “Oh, kitten, if you think we aren’t going to be there, you had better get your head examined.”

  She grinned. “Are you calling me crazy?”

  Dexter smiled. “He is calling you ours. Have a good evening, Olivia. I hope we get a call later tonight.”

  Ambrose sighed. “Keep to eight or lower. Now that you have gotten all worked up, you are a little swollen, and it will feel tighter.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He chuckled. “You have delightful instincts. Good night, Olivia.”

  She blinked and was going to have to look that up later. He responded to the word sir. She was rather glad that he was there, and she was here.

  “Good night, Olivia.” His tone was stern.

  She whispered. “Good night, Ambrose, Dexter, Argus.”

  They murmured a final good night, and the call was over.

  Olivia groaned and slumped back to the bed. As tests of her recovering biology, it had been wildly successful. It had gotten her in touch with her pride, and they wanted to touch her, so the deep ache from lack of contact would be satisfied. She just had to catch up with her education, go to therapy, and pretend to be normal. She could do that. Well, she could if she figured out what normal was. There didn’t seem to actually be a linear path to what folks considered acceptable. She was currently humping a piece of silicone, and folks considered it normal, so it was obviously a sliding scale.

  She bit her lip and inhaled the scent of them mixed with the scent of her. That stimulation was one-sided, and she had a plan to change that.

  * * * *

  Three days and eight sex-filled calls later, Ambrose went to the door of his office, and his assistant handed him a box. The faint scent of peaches clung to the box, and he smiled slowly at the return address of the Omega Centre.

  He called Argus, and the sound of a worksite was in the background. “Hey, Argus, what time will you be home tonight?”

  “Normal day, should be home around five. Why?”

  “We just got a parcel from the Omega Centre. It smells like peaches.”

  He groaned. “What time is it?”

  “Eleven.”

  “You sick bastard.”

  “Didn’t want you to make other plans.” Ambrose chuckled.

  “Fine. I will be home promptly. Are you going to torture Dexter next?”

  “Of course. His parents are already confused by him working peaches into every design he does. They will be relieved to find that it is a woman and not your pert butt.”

  Argus laughed. “Probably. Have fun, Ambrose.”

  Ambrose called, and Dexter picked up. He sounded frazzled, and Ambrose grinned. “Are you going to be home by five?”

  “Yeah, of course. Why?”

  “We got a parcel from the Omega Centre. It smells like peaches.”

  “You fucking bastard.”

  “Did you want me to wait to tell you?”

  “No. Damn. This is not going to make my parents happy.”

  Ambrose snickered. “They built the company around your designs, so this year, the theme will be peaches. When they meet Olly, they will understand.”

  “They will be so relieved. I have been jumping for the phone so much lately, I think they think it’s one of you.” Dexter chuckled. “They still want me to find a nice beta and settle down. I haven’t told them about Olly yet.”

  “When she’s with us, it will make more sense.” Ambrose chuckled.

  Dexter’s tone was tortured. “When will that be?”

  “She’s going as fast as she can... for us. You know that. She is going to need a lot more therapy, and we will need to help her continue her education in any direction she wants to take it. She missed out on a lot of options.”

  Dexter sighed. “I know. I have been designing items for her all day. My parents are in despair, and I can’t say shit until she’s with us.”

  “Yeah, but if the box contains what I think it does, it will make it harder and easier at the same time.” Ambrose chuckled. “See you tonight.”

  “Fucking hell. Yeah. See you tonight.”

  Ambrose hung up. So, their little kitten liked to play. It was good to know. She also defaulted to calling him sir when they were on private calls, and that was encouraging. He suspected that she had been doing some research, but it was something he wanted to ask in person. He wanted to watch her eyes get wide, and her thighs clench together.

  It was going to be so much fun having her around. He wondered what she wanted to take up as a hobby when they were done spending every waking moment between her thighs, rutting deep.

  He shook himself and put the parcel near his jacket. He now had to get back to the home he was working on and maybe put some more peach trees to the side. He snorted as he worked, their little omega was sending shockwaves through their lives, but until they had her with them, things were uncertain. He wanted that certainty, and they wanted Olivia.

&nbs
p; Chapter Seven

  She waited in the outer room and paced. She bit her nail and fidgeted while her exam was marked. Her perfume was broadcasting her distress, but her guys weren’t here, and no one else gave a rat’s ass.

  The invigilator came out and smiled. “Olivia Haven, ninety-six percent. Well done.”

  She sighed and nodded. “Yay. Thanks. So, it’s a GED?”

  “No, it is a high school diploma. We would classify you with a GED if you were in the sixty to seventy percent range. Well done, Olivia.”

  “Wait. So, you can just classify me with a high school diploma? From what high school?”

  He grinned. “Omega Tech. To be frank, you aren’t allowed to work in the majority of occupations without being supervised by your alphas, but this at least lets you pursue education without limit.”

  She blinked and nodded. “Okay. Thank you. Can I get something printed out? I am talking to my pride tonight, and I want to show them.”

  Margot appeared behind her. “Why don’t you just tell them in person? You are ready for your handoff, you little twit.”

  She paused while the air went out of the room, and then, she said, “Fucking excellent.”

  Margot chuckled. “We will be taking you to them tomorrow.”

  “Do they know?”

  “They do. They are getting their house ready for you. They went a little crazy for a moment when we told them. I would recommend you avoid phone sex tonight. Pack your things, and we take you tomorrow morning. It’s a four-hour drive, so you are going to need to get rest tonight because the odds of you resting tomorrow night are slim to none. I will say, they have been rather well-behaved for alphas.”

  Olivia smiled brightly while her skin tingled in anticipation. “They are ambush predators. They can wait.”

  “You are still going to call them and tell them you passed?”

  “Yes, but I am not going to tell them my score.”

  Margot took her out of the waiting area and walked her down the hall. “They have arranged a therapist for you, set up a nest, and gotten you a wardrobe. They will bring you to any depositions you need to attend regarding the original matter that brought you here. We have your video testimony, and sixteen investigations have been launched from the data we found at your family home. You might save some lives with your honesty.”

  “If I can stop one woman from getting that done to her, it is all worth the exposure.”

  “And we are happy that your alphas feel the same.” Margot smiled. “They are bringing you to one of the fundraisers later in the year. If there is anyone who exemplifies what we are supposed to be doing... it’s you.”

  “I can’t argue there. Everyone has taken good care of me and been very professional while I worked my way through my heat.”

  “Ah, about that. I will warn your alphas, but you are rapidly cycling into another heat. We did the bloodwork this morning.”

  “Oh, that is what the command to medical was about.”

  “Yeah, we need to make sure that everything is right before we let you out into the world.” Margot chuckled. “You are in excellent health, your body has recovered now that we have gotten the last of the stitches out, and your IUD is in place, so you won’t need to worry about pregnancy for the next two years.”

  They were walking back to her room, and Olly wrinkled her nose. “I am on lockdown?”

  “Until we come get you tomorrow morning. Early. Four in the morning early. Call your guys. Tell them that you will see them in the morning. Weirdly, not one of them minded that we were dropping you off on a Friday morning.”

  Olly smiled. “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me. They have been very attentive with their schedules, and yes... I know that it won’t last. It is nice for now.”

  Margot smiled. “You never know. They are all from good families who are still together. It’s a good sign that they have seen and know how to execute a solid family.”

  “I haven’t asked them about their families yet. We are going to ease into that.”

  “Oh, good to have some conversational gambits.” Margot snickered. “You want to work up to that.”

  Olly grinned. “Are you referring to my virtual sexual exploits?”

  “I would never mention whatever it takes to get you out and enjoying your life, Olivia.”

  “Thank you, Margot. Your help and support have really meant a lot.”

  Margot paused outside her door. “Having you up, whole, and ready to leave under your own power to the men of your own choice is our goal. Still stuck on your alphas?”

  “Oh. Yeah. For the boys if not for the guys. There is nothing like cuddling with a big cat and feeling that purr take the day away.” She smiled. “Can I give you a hug?”

  “Yes, but no rubbing.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Olly went in for a hug, and Margot held her, squeezing her tight.

  “I am very proud of you, Olivia. You are going to do great things.”

  “If I do anything, I will call it a win.” She rubbed her cheek against Margot. “Oops.”

  Margot sighed. “Now I am going to smell like you until I dry clean this jacket.”

  “Sorry. I can pay for the cleaning.” She blinked and leaned back. “Eventually. I just realized that it is a throwaway phrase I can’t back up.” Olivia couldn’t help it. Her chin wobbled.

  “Oh, hey now. Your guys have to set you up with accounts as well. It’s part of the care agreement. It might not be much, but it will be enough to get your scent out of strangers and friends.” Margot booped her nose with a finger.

  Olly chuckled weakly and let Margot go. “Thanks for the hug. Sorry about the jacket.”

  “It’s fine. We have nullifying spray in the office. Password is bring me to the boys.”

  Olly nodded and headed into her room. She was upset at a realization that she should have had earlier. She needed money in the normal world. She wasn’t a prisoner anymore, and she was going to need money to be able to buy ice cream and coffee like a normal person. Damn. She wanted normal with everything in her.

  She got changed into her comfort clothes. Argus’s shirt on her, Dexter’s shirt around her main pillow, and Ambrose’s shirt around another pillow. The stuffed animals were at her back, and she felt safe. She checked the time and video called Argus.

  He smiled, and he looked sweaty and rumpled. She started purring.

  “Hey, kitten.”

  “Hey, Argus. So, I just heard I will be seeing you tomorrow.”

  He grinned wide. “Yeah. We have been waiting patiently for you.” He ran a hand through his hair, and she caught the greying white against his tanned skin.

  “Uh, Argus, are you wearing the scent band I sent you?”

  “The third one out of the set of twelve. You make a sturdy product, kitten.” He brought it to his nose and inhaled, then shuddered.

  She hugged the Ambrose pillow to her nose and nuzzled it. “You look like a junkie.”

  “And you look adorable. Is that your nest?”

  She looked around and nodded. “Yeah.”

  “So, your head is on a pillow wrapped in a shirt. Whose?”

  “Um, you want the tour?”

  “Please.” He sat back and smiled.

  “Um, Dexter is my sleeping pillow, Ambrose is my body pillow, the boys are at my back...”

  He gave her a slow grin. “Where I am?”

  “I am wearing you. I save this for when I am nervous or upset.” She put her head down and rubbed against Dexter’s scent.

  He frowned. “Nervous about tomorrow?”

  She shook her head. “No. I forgot something important on the way to normal, and now, I feel like an idiot. Such a basic thing.”

  “You forgot about money.” Argus sighed. “I figured that one out a while ago. You have only ever worked for family, and they didn’t pay you, so the bare necessities were always just covered. Don’t worry. You have an account, cards, cash, whatever yo
u need is waiting.”

  She peeped at him from behind Ambrose’s pillow. “I still feel stupid.”

  “You will feel less stupid tomorrow when you are in our arms. Do you wanna talk to me while you pack?”

  “You look sweaty. You should take a shower.”

  He chuckled. “I busted my butt to get stuff done today so I could spend all day with you, kitten. And all weekend. And possibly part of next week. Can I take you with me into the shower?”

  She blinked. “Will you keep the camera above the equator?”

  “Yes.”

  She sighed. “Darn.”

  “I shower, you pack. We sent you some luggage. Did you get it?”

  “Yes. I got it.” It was hard-sided, hot-rod red, and when she had looked it up, it cost a lot. That made her nervous.

  She set the phone on its stand and carried it to where her meagre closet was. She set it on a dresser and started to pack.

  “First, pick out tomorrow’s outfit, kitten. Make sure it’s comfortable. You are going to be in that car for a while.”

  She nodded and picked out underwear that she liked. There was a heavy purr, and she blushed when she realized he was going to be seeing it in person fairly soon. She picked some strappy sandals, and that was her outfit sorted. “What will the weather be like tomorrow?”

  “It’s going to rain.”

  “I will ask for an umbrella. I don’t have a raincoat.”

  “Okay.” He stripped off his shirt and set the phone down on what seemed to be a ledge in the shower. He carefully removed the small wristband embedded with the scent from that first time, and he peeled off the rest of his clothing. She heard it and quickly turned to packing when he started the water. She was packed when he said, “Since you don’t have a lot of stuff, is it okay that we bought you some?”

  She chuckled. “It is either that, or I run around the house naked to save wear and tear on the outfits I do have.”

  He groaned. “Oh, promise me you will do that at least once.”

  She snickered. “As long as I don’t have to make breakfast. Nudity and bacon should never be combined.”

  He shampooed and said, “I can’t believe it is tomorrow. You worked so hard to get to us, kitten.”