The Fake Omega and Her Quintuplet Mates

009- A Kiss In The Dark

{~Aphrodite Malhotra~}

I know what I’m doing wrong. I was trying to be like my sister because the women of my pack, the omegas, are very chipper and submissive. But that isn’t working. I’ve been here for two weeks and they can already tell being nice isn’t my thing so I need to switch up my plan. After Hapi threatened, or rather, mocked me, I haven’t seen him or his brothers around. For the most popular boys in this god forsaken university, they’re good at hiding. I hear people talking about them, and I have some classes with them but I can never spot them. I don’t get it. They lost interest fast, and I know that’s my fault.

I need to stop this submissive nice act- which I failed at drastically- and just draw attention to myself. Hapi said he’d love to break me, and that’s what I need. Not that specifically. If I’m this tough omega, they’ll come back in an attempt to break me. And that’s how I'll get my way in permanently. I left Anubis with my number but he never texted. Nor did he call.

I know someone is watching me. I feel their eyes whenever I'm in public, and even in the sorority house.

They’re leaving the ball in my court. Waiting for me to make a move that would justify what they do next.

They need a unique toy, an omega that thinks she’s above them. This would also give me a chance to be myself a little bit. Just a little bit.

Ugh, I groaned and dropped onto the bench in the university park. Students were walking around, or seated on the freshly cut grass making conversations. They paid no attention to me. It was like I was invisible and in a way I welcomed that.

I pulled out a notebook, crossed my leg over the other, and drew out a map. In my process of trying to find them this past week, I was able to get used to the university area. It is massive. Bigger than any university should be. It’s like the whole island is the university.

I know that’s not the case.

Where did Pharoah get the money for this?

I was engrossed in my drawing, while thinking about the Nileborn brothers and how they’ve been avoiding me. Which isn’t what I want.

Footsteps drag my mind out of its train of thoughts, and I looked up. A guy was approaching me. There was nothing appealing about him, at least not to me. And from his scent I can tell he’s a horse shifter. I didn’t even know those were real.

That’s like the most useless thing anyone can turn into. Not trying to be rude, it’s just my thought. Imagine shifting into a horse.

I tilt my neck to the side, observing him as he stopped in front of me. He blushes, and hands me a piece of paper before scurrying off. I watch him leave in confusion. What is wrong with him?

I placed my pen into my notebook, and closed it so I could read the note.

My eyes widened, he likes me. He was asking me out. He wanted to know if I would be willing to hang out with him at a party tonight. He also added, as a date. Weird. I’ve never been asked out. Most guys don’t have the balls in my pack.

Which would explain why he looked so nervous.

I guess here no one knows what I'm capable of.

Interesting.

I fold the paper and look up to see the guy hiding behind a tree and peering at me. I gave him a thumbs up. I could use the distraction even though I don't really want to date a shrimp.

I went back to my drawing when footsteps could be heard again, I was prepared to ignore whoever it was when a scent drifted up my nose. My body felt a heavy shudder run through it. It’s one of them. I didn’t look up, compelling myself to act like my heart hadn’t started training for a marathon.

A hand reached out, and tugged the U shape of my dress up. Covering more of my chest. My eyebrows connected at the center and I shot a glance upwards.

Cairo.

His name me bite the inside of my cheek.

He had his eyes on the piece of paper in my hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked when he didn’t say anything. He just glared at the paper and kept a tight grip on my dress.

After another moment of silence, he raised his eyes slowly.

The Nileborn brothers could pass off as separate guys from different families if you didn’t see their similar features. Their eyes came in different colors, they had a different personalities, hair, and body sizes.

Cairo has Mahogany red hair, that is a bit shorter than the others. Falling in textured layers that frame his face. But it’s styled in a way that leaves room for creativity and movement. It feels almost artistic, and vibrant. Giving him an effortlessly stylish look.

Hapi had chestnut brown hair that was long enough top be styled into any type of pony tail, but unlike the vibe I'm getting from cairo, I don't think Hapi is the type to style his hair.

And while Hapi was stocky in build, Cairo has a slender but muscular build. An almost agile physique with a dancer’s grace, and an artist’s sensitivity. He moves with fluidity and elegance. Every movement felt like a form of self expression. With his rich brown complexion, and eyes that come in the color of a mysterious violet.

I kept checking him out as he stared at me. Like his brothers, Cairo had a tattoo. Just one around his neck from what I can tell.

A writing that said, Create your own light, and the shadows will follow.

Hapi had one around his wrist, written as well. Only his said, Rooted in the earth, nurtured by time.

There was something in both tattoos that I feel caters to their personalities but I don't know anything personal about them. Other than their father is not to be disobeyed. Which is frightening. How far will they go for him?

He finally moved, taking his hand away so he could drag it through his hair. His sigh was somehow sexy.

I need more sleep.

And food, I think the malnutrition is starting to f**k with my head.

“What do you plan on doing with a loser like that?”

I c****d an eyebrow, as if to ask who he was talking about when I remembered the guy that just asked me out. I could see the satisfied glint cross his features as he caught on to the fact that I’d forgotten the guy.

I silently cursed.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” I said in a tone that didn’t suit the persona I'd put up during these two weeks.

“Seems like Hapi was right about you.” he said in regards to my tone.

I shrugged, why deny it? They weren't buying it anyway. “I was trying to be more likable.”

“Oh?” he chuckled. “I’ll ask again, what do you intend to do with that loser?”

I got up, packing my things along the way. I came closer to him, hating how I'd been put into a shorter stature. If I shifted, or created my lycan armor, I'd be twice their size, but that would give me away.

So I sucked it up, locked my eyes with his, “And I said…. That isn’t your business. You don’t own me.”

His eyes narrowed. “Not yet.” the laugh that follows after that sentence was bone chilling. I walked off without a reply. I really need that distraction.

But I later learnt just how much influence Cairo and his brothers have.

The guy that asked me out sent me another note after my last class. He apologized but said he had changed his mind. I knew it had something to do with a NIleborn, it was obvious.

I knew where the party was happening thanks to Lydia, and her L train, so I decided to accompany them.

I need several drinks to clear my head.

I always thought of people who let their carnal urges control them where weaker, and just needed to strengthen their resolve. But apparently that wasn’t the case. Sometimes those urges are truly just stronger when you’re with the right person. Your head says no, your heart says yes, and you v****a says f**k it all.

It’s so bad that I was feeling these urges for the worst people ever. I tried to recall the condition I found my sister’s room. Clion deserved better. And I didn't want to betray her like that.

I was down my eight drink when the bartender leaned closer to whisper- “Someone’s been looking at you all night. I think you should leave now.”

He seemed like a nice guy, and I turned around to see who was looking at me. Other than a few weirdos on the makeshift dancefloor, beckoning me to join them, there was someone tucked in the corner surrounded by a dozen girls.

Cairo Nileborn. He looked so smug and proud of himself. Proud to see me alone. I wanted to break his jaw…. And sadly that was my most tame thought.

What is in this drink? I don’t get drunk easily. I’d need at least forty or more to get me there. I had asked the bouncer… I mean bartender for something stronger, I just didn’t expect that it would work.

I turned back, and reached for my purse. I paid the man and decided it would be better if I returned to the sorority before I did something stupid. Then my stomach tensed. Okay, alcohol on an empty stomach is a bad idea.

I searched for a private bathroom, but there was none. Don’t they have bathrooms here? I should have asked someone.

After a few mintues, I found a vending machine with water. Even though I wanted to hurl, the walk helped my body calm a little. I searched for a coin and found none.

And the machine didn’t look like it took dollar bills. Or any paper money. What kind of vending machine is this?

“f*****g hell.”

Soft laugther made me turn, I almost fell seeing Cairo.

“Are you stalking me?” I inquired.

He said nothing, coming close enough for me to inhale his sweet musk. A heady fragrance of exotic spices and blooming desert rose. It’s rich, intoxicating, and it lingers in the air. Drowning out all other scents.

He shoved something into the vending machine and pressed two buttons. I wasn’t paying any attention to it. Water would help me, and if he was going to offer me one, I wouldn't say no.

Already I can tell I'm making bad decisions. Next time, I'll stick to drinks I know can’t get me tipsy.

He bent running his eyes over my clothes as he reached into the open slot to grab the bottle. Cairo stood back, and handed it to me. His silence was making me uncomfortable.

I drank the entire bottle in seconds. That worked. My stomach felt relieved but I knew I'd have to start eating more. And sleeping better.

“Thanks.” I said in a scratchy voice before attempting to walk away. He yanked me by the arm and dragged me into a room next to the machine.

“What the hell?” I gasped, the room was dark with only the moonlight shining in from the open window.

“You owe me.”

Is he insane? Oh wait, yeah, he’s a psychopath. His eyes and mine shine in the darkness.

“I don’t owe you anything, stalker.”

“Yeah you do. I got you water, so you owe me. And I'm not a stalker, I'm crazy but not a stalker.”

There's a difference? Really?

“That is messed up. It’s just water.”

“Doesn’t change anything. So what do you have to offer me in return?” he slid his arms around my waist, clutching me tightly. Cairo bent his head. “Kiss me, make it good and I'll consider us even.”

I would have glared as if it mattered. He couldn’t see my whole face.

“You’re a pervert, and you better be joking. If you're not, I will introduce your crotch to my boots.”

“I know I'm a pervert, but i’m not a joker.” his whisper brushes against my mouth. I do not want to kiss him- okay I do, but I can’t forget who he is. Also, he's insane. Mental! It was just water!

My need to kill him, and my beast need to kiss him are battling each other.

I craft a bold scheme in my mind, my hands firmly gripping both sides of his face. Drawing him nearer, erasing any lingering space between us. Whatever my intention was, it evaporates from my thoughts the instant our lips meet. I've never experienced anything quite like this... Finding the right words eludes me.

A palpable intensity courses through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest, urging me to seize control of the kiss. Yielding to my primal urges, I coax Cairo's lips apart, his resonant groan echoing in my ears, igniting a fervent desire to reciprocate. Time seems to stand still in the midst of this heated exchange, a potent blend of pleasure and longing coursing through every fiber of my being.

The tip of his tongue swipes over the bulbous piercing on mine. He grunt, clutching me even tighter.

For a second I enjoy the feeling of our lips together, like the final piece to a perfect puzzle. But then my plan returns to me, sobering me up in an instant.

I clamp my teeth on his lower lip, drawing out blood and swiping my tongue over it. Cairo releases a small sound of pained-pleasure before it turns into a hard grunt of agony as I shoot my knee up. Smacking it into his c**k.

His rock hard c**k.

I barely stifled my laugh.

The second he pulled away from me, and dropped to the floor, I was running out the door.

I don’t stop running until I reached my room in the basement. I locked the door, and rushed to my bed.

His taste was all I could remember. My legs trembled, and call it sick for remembering how he got hard after only a short kiss, but it was stuck in my head.

I know it turned me on, and seeing as a kiss made me feel…. So much. I have to be stronger next time.

Those boys are deadly for my resolve. This mistake can’t happen again.

But… I did give him a little taste of pain. And that, that was even better than the kiss. Hearing his pained sound as he collapsed to the floor with a thud. Oh my god.

Forget hot and messy s****l attraction, the thrill of knocking him down a peg is exactly what I needed.