The Alpha and His Song

Weird Dreams Pt. 4

Without even thinking I answered, “Hello.” Keaton’s relief came through, “Odette, thank god. Please…I need to see you. My friends said you’re pale. Please…. I need to make sure you’re ok. Lisa means nothing to me, Odette. Less than nothing. She stopped meaning something to me when I left last semester. I have a protective instinct in me. That’s all you saw. I know you have one too. You ran to help Justin and Isla. They are both fine and worried about you.” His voice was lulling me to sleep. I whispered, “I’m so tired, Key.” Keaton frantically yelled, “Odette…. Odette!” I managed to get out of the tub and laid down. I told him, “I guess you could come over.” He sighed in relief, “I’m practically there.” I went into my closet and found the shirt he’d left here. I put it on and laid in my bed. I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

I woke up when the song started. I felt whole again. I felt tingles all over my body. I forced my eyes open. Keaton was staring worriedly at me. He said, “There’s those beautiful eyes. You were worrying me, my song.” I asked, “How did you get in?” That seemed important. The song in my head huffed at me. Keaton winked, “I picked the lock.” Instead of being weirded out like I should’ve been, I found myself grinning at him like an i***t. I whispered, “I missed you, Key. It hurts when you’re not here, and I don’t understand why. I feel like my heart just got put back in my chest. I even wore your shirt. It still smells like you. I’m so tired, Key.” Keaton kissed the top of my forehead and kicked his shoes off. He pulled me into him. He told me, “Rest, my song.” I couldn’t help but do exactly that.

I was floating again. I opened my eyes a second before I pulled back down under the water. I didn’t panic this time. I just let it take me. When I went through the weird door thing, I didn’t need anyone to lead me anywhere. I simply walked to the throne room. No one was there. I frowned. I called out, “Caspian?” Nothing happened. I sighed, “Because you’re a crazy person calling out for people in some weird dream.” Someone said, “It’s not a dream.” I squeaked and whirled around. I asked, “How did you do that? Who are you?” He smiled, “I’m Cordelius. One of your half-brothers. Caspian is here now.” I turned back around. Caspian called out, “Little sister. You called for me.” I replied, “And you came.” He turned his head right towards me.

He told me, “I’ll always come.” I retorted, “Those are pretty words, but no one ever comes for me.” He smirked, “It seems your song boy did.” I asked, “How could you know that?” Caspian replied, “Because you are here.” I told him, “Oh, well that clears it up. Oh wait, NO IT DOESN’T!” Caspian and Cordelius snickered. Caspian said, “You told me not to answer your question about how to get here.” I frowned, “Well, you haven’t really listened to anything I’ve said so…. why start now?” Caspian snorted, “I do listen.” Cordelius laughed at him. Caspian insisted, “I do listen!” I teased, “Then you ignore what someone said, and do what you want to do.” Caspian sighed, “Little siblings do not understand the burden of being the oldest.” I said, “Little sister are supposed to be annoying. From what I’ve observed anyway. I probably annoyed Lux. He had to do everything. That’s probably why he went away.” Caspian said, “That’s not true, Odette. He’s probably trying to find you like we are. That’s how our mother would’ve punished him. By taking you from him, and making you think that he didn’t want you.” I whispered, “She said they were fine until I came along.” Cordelius snorted, “Of course she did.”

Caspian asked, “Do you want to know how you get here?” I whispered, “I guess I do. I like it here, and I can talk to you guys. Email is fine but seeing you is nice.” Cordelius snorted, “If you tell us where you are, we could see you too. You could come here for real.” I admitted, “I don’t understand how you hear me, but you don’t see me. That’s weird.” Caspian said, “Magic is weird.” I rolled my eyes, “Magic. If only it existed.” Caspian countered, “How else would you explain this?” I sighed, “My subconscious is tired of being alone.” Caspian sighed, “I’m sure it is. We are not really solitary beings.” I interrupted, “People but ok.” Caspian smiled, “You get here by falling asleep with your song. Then you long to see us. To understand what’s going on. The song inside you is trying to help you by bringing you to us.” I said, “That makes no sense. You know that, right?” Although that was helpful to know how I could come talk to them. Even if it was just in my head.

Cordelius asked me, “Do you really think it doesn’t make sense? Or do your human sensibilities make you think it shouldn’t make sense?” I frowned, “Human sensibilities? We are humans. Why are you acting like we aren’t? Do you think you’re a mutant or something?” Caspian quickly said, “He just means how you were raised. Was how you were raised making you think things aren’t normal? When in reality your instincts say your emotions are not strange. You feel they are right. You kept saying things were too fast with your song boy, but he doesn’t feel that way.” I said, “Well, no he doesn’t. I don’t know though; my song might be broken. It only usually sings about him, but then once it was a giant dog…. really far away. That I absolutely shouldn’t be able to see. It was a cute dog…. but still. Large dog.” My supposed brothers exchanged looks. Caspian said, “Do let us know if you see the…. dog again. Don’t be surprised if it’s a wolf though, little sister. Also stay away from red eyed wolves. They are not sane.” I snorted, “Obviously. They have rabies.” Caspian agreed, “Or something.” I told him, “Your dad is very nice.” Caspian smiled, “Yes, he is.” No one said anything.

I felt myself being pulled away. I told them, “I’m being pulled away again.” Caspian said, “Be sure to come back.” Cordelius said, “Or alternatively tell us where you are, and we will come get you.” Caspian said, “She doesn’t trust us yet, brother.” I told him, “I mean… you won’t even admit you're a mob boss.” Cordelius started laughing. Caspian rolled his eyes, “I won’t admit it because it’s not true. I am NOT a mob boss.” I teased, “Sure you’re not.” I patted him on the shoulder. His head whipped to his shoulder. Cordelius asked, “Did you feel her?” Caspian gritted his teeth, “I did. Odette, you need to come home. Things are….in a different place than I thought they would be since you are so young. You said the red eyed wolf did what you asked. I can help you control that.” I asked, “Can you do that too? Was it really me controlling him?” Caspian answered, “Yes I can, and yes it was.” I was harshly pulled away from him. I screamed again. Caspian yelled, “We will find you, Odette! Email me.”

I woke up to Keaton stroking my cheek. I smiled at him. He whispered, “You’re not as pale. You know, if you ask me for space again, I might not give it to you. You don’t sleep or eat without me.” I smiled at him. He came. I told him to stay away, but he still came. I wasn’t sure less than twenty-four hours apart qualified as space. Not that I cared. I leaned over and kissed him. It was as if telling him to stay away opened a deep craving for him inside of me. I rolled on top of him. He growled, deepening our kiss. His fingertips were drawing circles on my butt. He rolled so I was under him. We lost ourselves in kissing each other. He pulled away from my lips and started kissing down my neck. He sucked on the spot where my neck met my shoulder. I squirmed and rocked my hips against his. I was panting. There was a pressure building inside me.

I begged him, “Please Key…. please.” I could feel him smirking against my neck. He whispered, “Please what?” His breath tickled my skin. His fingers started tracing my underwear. He asked, “Do you want my fingers inside you?” I wanted way more than that. It was a good start though. Clearly staying away from him wasn’t going to happen to going slow…that could…happen. The song snickered at me. I said, “Please. I need to come.” I’d never needed anything as badly as I needed to come right now. He asked, “Are you sure?” I nodded. His fingers moved my underwear. He circled my entrance. I gasped. He growled, “You’re so wet for me, my song.” My song was practically screaming its song happily. I nearly wept when his fingers entered me. His lips were back on mine. He started slowly rocking his fingers. My hands went under his shirt and gently scratched his back. His chest rumbled with a growl type sound, and he started going faster. I pulled him as close to me as I could get him. Everything in my body felt like a live wire. He hit a spot I didn’t know existed in me. I cried, “Don’t stop…. oh my god…. KEATON!” I screamed and rode a wave of pleasure.

He didn’t even slow down. A knock on the door is what had him pausing. He gently pulled his fingers out of me. He said, “I ordered food. Ken brought it up. To be continued.” How did he know Kenneth was outside? Whatever. I didn’t have the brain space for that. Keaton put his fingers in his mouth and groaned, “God, you taste good.” I blushed, “Your turn is next.” He looked at me startled. I asked, “What? Do you not like getting head? That’s not possible. Is it?” Keaton snorted, “Uh no I like it. It’s just you only came once.” I asked, “So? I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Do you think I’m not deeply grateful for the fantastic orgasm you provided? I so am. I feel more relaxed than I ever have my entire life.” Keaton said, “Well, but…. you need to come nine more times before it can be my turn.”

I gaped at him. I shrieked, “NINE MORE TIMES?! Are you trying to kill me? Is death by orgasm a thing? Is that some weird goal you have? Pleasure a girl to death? Ten orgasms before you get one? That’s mean. So mean. Like all the time? Jesus ten times of that? That was so intense. I would absolutely pass out. Anyone would pass out. Then you don’t get to come at all.” Keaton said, “I usually shower and uhh handle things myself.” I stared at him, “Well, after we eat food…. It’s your turn.” I got up and a pair of my sweatpants.

I walked away muttering, “Ten times. What is he, a machine? I’m pretty sure even my battery operated friend would die from overuse. Ten times. Is that like consecutively? Jesus. I’m going to have to start working out so I can flip him so I’m on top. Talk about overstimulation. Crazy man. Ten times…I have so many questions.” I opened the door. Kenneth was trying not to laugh. He had a pizza in his hands.

He handed it to me. He looked behind me. Keaton wrapped his arms around me. He said, “Thanks Ken.” Kenneth nodded, “Of course, energizer bunny.” I snorted, “You have no idea.” Did Keaton have batteries? Wouldn’t his hands be tired? Wouldn’t he get a cramp? Even if he were using his mouth, he would get tired. His poor jaw. Thinking of his mouth on me had me feeling ready to go again. Down there, Odette. He might think about trying his whole ten times in a row theory. Who knows if the first one would count since we stopped. I shivered. Keaton growled and said, “Goodbye Ken.” Kenneth was laughing all the way to the elevator.

Keaton turned me around and pinned me against the door and kissed me hard. He pulled back with effort. I whispered, “So, we should eat the pizza. By the way, you’re good at that. I don’t even come that fast when I help myself.” I winked at him as his jaw dropped. I walked to the counter with an extra pep in my step. Maybe Noxus was right. Maybe there was nothing wrong with embracing being happy instead of always running. I looked back at Keaton. I could try. For him.

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