Bearly alive

12

Roman

Pacing didn't help. I needed to get away. Needed to get the hell away from Stella, the little Omega that is proving to be the most difficult job I've ever had. f**k me for taking it and f**k the King for meaning that I never had a choice.

I needed to get away from my nightmare and the shame I felt upon someone else witnessing me at my most vulnerable moment. Why the f**k did she have to come into my room? Why the f**k did I bring her into my home instead of locking her up in a basement somewhere until I could give her to the King? I kidnapped the girl, for f**k’s sake, she’s not a guest of mine!

I needed to get away, so I did. I secured my home and ran before I could do anything else that I was surely going to regret. I ran like the coward that I secretly am. Only wherever I went, wherever my bear's large paws carried me, there she was: Stella, with those big eyes of hers showing me a look of pity, watching me, mocking me, proving that I'm so weak that even a lousy Omega could end me in my sleep, and I would never even know it.

In my frenzied state, with my mind plagued by a lot of contradictory emotions, I kept seeing my little prisoner everywhere. Her face, her voice, her being was carried by the wind and the swoosh of the trees. Sometimes her look was of concern, her touch felt kind and her intentions as far away from hurting me as possible. It could be that’s what my bear wanted to see.

After running aimlessly and uprooting more fir trees than the last heavy storm this area has seen, I had an idea. I needed a release, and since angry deforestation didn’t do the trick, usually the s****l kind proved to be what worked best. So I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and after a long trek to the nearest town, I stood face to face with the woman that's helped me before.

"Roman!" Brooke practically purred when she opened her door and saw me standing there.

"Top off and get down on your knees!" I hissed through gritted teeth, having yet another argument with my bear.

Brooke didn't seem to notice and quickly stepped back, a sensual grin spreading on her perfectly sculpted face. I shake the stray observation of how different Brooke looks from Stella. Her round, always painted lips look almost unappealing compared to the naturally pillowy ones that adorn Stella’s face. Brooke’s eyes, dark in colour and almost matching mine promise a good time with a hint of hidden interest, while Stella’s scream of innocence and good intentions. Which is exactly why Brooke or any other like her is safe. I know exactly what to expect and so do them, while Stella the Omega is danger incarnate.

Brook eagerly allows me inside, while she makes quick work of ridding herself of her shirt and bra. Was she even wearing a bra? You got to love a professional, always efficient, which tells me that indeed, this was a good idea.

Sure, I usually don't turn up unannounced, but desperate times and all that. Plus, Brooke did say I'm her favourite and that she always has time for me. I ignore my bear’s reminder that this is the exact reason why I stopped seeing her and instead, I imagine she said that because I pay her for a b*****b the same amount most people pay for a decent car. Not that she would ever want more than a transaction from me. Brooke knows it’s just s*x, and judging by how she's licking her lips, she’s totally fine with it.

Guess who’s not so fine with it? My c**k!

While I should have been hard as a rock by now, staring at Brooke’s t**s as she squeezes them together while playing with her n*****s does absolutely nothing for my libido. If anything, I can’t stop thinking if it hurts pulling on those n*****s so hard. What the hell is going on with me?

I can almost hear my bear snicker inside my mind. This is all his doing, I bet.

I stare at Brooke and try to imagine what awaits me once I free my manhood from my pants. Only now I’m focusing on the word manhood and wonder why on Earth would I ever use such a word. I mean, what was wrong with c**k or d**k? And why am I suddenly annoyed at Brooke's eagerness to suck me off or at the needy noises she keeps making? Goddess, she’s overdoing it, sounding like she’s orgasming already. I swear she was better than this last time.

All I can see is Stella’s face and all I can think of is that she wouldn’t fake anything. I bet she would be genuine and curious yet shy. f**k, now my d**k rises to attention.

Deciding not to focus too much on what managed to get me going, or rather who, I unzip my pants and approach Brooke. She makes an appreciative noise and I close my eyes praying that the effect won’t fade and that I can get through this.

Suddenly my eyes snap open. Why am I acting like this is such a chore, a hardship?

Stella’s face appears next to the window, I swear it looks like she’s actually here. My head is all messed up if I'm seeing ghosts, and not my usual ones either.

“f**k!” I curse and tuck myself back in, much to Brooke’s surprise and disappointment.

“Baby, what happened?” She pouts and coos and frankly annoyed the s**t out of me.

"I can't d..." I was still second guessing what I’m about to do when the little alarm pager started vibrating in my pocket, allerting me that someone attempted to open the front door.

“Stella.” I saw with a low growl.

“It’s Brooke.”

I look down and see Brooke’s annoyed face. Or her attempt at it.

“No, I meant...” I can’t actually tell her what I meant, but I’m suddenly filled with rage once more, and also disappointment. My little prisoner has tried to escape. Here I was thinking about how innocent she is, how obedient, how good, and the first chance she gets, she tries to run.

I look at Brooke and my eyes fill with something sinister. I grab her by the hair, shut my eyes firmly and begin f*****g her mouth while all I can picture is punishing Stella for trying to escape. It’s either this, or I go home and do something I know I will regret.