Nicholas’s POV
I was doomed beyond what I could even understand as I stared at the message in front of me. An omega’s nightmare? Who was this stalker? How did they find me? What did they want from me?
I wanted to send another text to ask what they wanted, but I knew I would just be playing right into their hands. So I blocked the number immediately but did not delete the evidence. I suddenly didn’t know what to do.
Elijah was mad at me for asking him to have sex with me so there was no way I could go back to him for help. Which of the brothers could I possibly ask for help?
I stepped out of the room, looking around for anyone around but the hallway was empty. I decided to check if I would see my mom instead and talk to her, but by the time I got to her room, it was locked, and no matter how many times I knocked, no one answered.
She definitely wasn’t home. I couldn’t even remember the last time I saw her. It was quite unfair that she brought me here and just left me to suffer in the hands of alphas without giving a damn if I was fine or not.
Did she even remember that my suppressants were washed away and that I needed a new one? All she did was hang out with her new husband who was somehow suspicious as fuck. I couldn’t help but pace around in worry and dread as I bit down on my fingers.
I have never been this anxious in a long time. Whoever was watching could be in this house or he could have a mole that he placed in here to plant the cameras in my room.
Just as I turned around, I bumped right into someone, making me groan as I stumbled backwards. He was quick to grab my hand, however, and pull me to him, stopping me from falling. I glanced up and saw Cassian staring at me with raised brows.
He looked like he just arrived home and he looked very exhausted but his eyes still held this warmth even as he stared at me.
"Are you okay?" He asked when I got myself together, his voice gentle, and I nodded almost immediately.
I wanted to tell him about the stalker I had but knowing that these alphas did not do things for low classes like me without getting something in return, I had to find a way to make him want to help me.
"Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you need something." He muttered and my breath hitched when he touched my forehead gently. "What is it? You can tell me."
"Anything?" I whispered and he nodded, his thumb grazing my cheek gently. "You promise you’ll do what I ask?"
"Well, if it’s something I can do, then why not? Tell me, pretty boy." He replied and I swallowed hard.
I shouldn’t tell him about the stalking incident yet. But there was a way I could get him to do whatever I wanted. I just had to seduce him. Seduction was the path to getting whatever I wanted.
I gently touched his chest, running my hand down to his abs and then stopping right above his belt. His breathing got heavier as I pushed his jacket off him and his brows raised with a playful smirk on his lips.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asked as he grabbed my hand and I nodded. "I don’t hold back like the rest of them do. You should know that I will go all the way."
Wasn’t this what I wanted?
"I’m sure." I whispered and the next second, he dragged me with him to his room. His briefcase and jacket dropped to the ground as he pinned me to the wall, his lips against mine.
He kissed me like he had been dying to kiss me all his life and I couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as my fingers found his hair. His fingers grazed my waist and I whimpered, making him smirk as he pulled back.
"I love how sensitive you are." He mumbled against my ear as his lips latched to my neck, kissing and biting as he pleased. I gripped his shoulder tightly, a soft moan leaving my lips when he dragged his tongue up and down the sensitive spot right under my ear.
"Cassian..." I called out in pleasure as he ground his dick against mine, making me call out his name once more.
He suddenly groaned as he grabbed my hair and pulled it backwards, his tongue tracing over my Adam’s apple. I was literally shaking from the pleasure, yet he hadn’t even done anything to me.
"I can’t seem to get enough of you, pretty boy." He whispered and my face flushed as his hand slipped downwards. "You make me want to lose my mind yet all I wanna do is worship how perfect you are."
His words had my face turning red and I wanted to believe that he meant that. But I was just an omega, who would worship someone as ordinary as me? Wasn’t he just saying this so we could fuck and he would abandon me right after?
His hand slipped into my pants and I gripped his shoulders tighter, my face buried in his chest as his thumb brushed over the tip of my cock, making me jerk forward in pleasure.
"C-Cassian, please..." I whimpered and he pulled back to look at me, his eyes filled with desire and lust. "I don’t want foreplay."
"You want me to fuck you right away?" He asked in surprise and I nodded quickly. "But I’ll need to prepare you. Or else it’ll hurt. Be patient, alright? I’m not going anywhere."
I couldn’t help but agree as he pulled me with him to the bed as I took off my clothes hastily. Regardless of the fact that I was seducing him to help me find my stalker, I also needed to be fucked so bad. My body needed it. My wolf craved it.
And it didn’t really matter which brother did it. I just needed a dick in my ass.
It would be nice to finally experience internal orgasm too.
He took off his clothes too even though his eyes never left my body and I couldn’t help but feel shy. Seeing his dick spring out when he took off his pants made me gulp. I had seen his dick that night when they all took turns in dragging me through euphoria.
But now that I actually saw his with a clear mind, I couldn’t help but feel even more needy for his dick. His dick was curved and thick and long, and I just knew I could spend the rest of my life bouncing on him and I would never get tired.
"Come here, pretty boy." He said and I moved without thinking, making my way to his side. Before he even said a word, I already got on my knees, spitting on his cock. "I thought you said you didn’t want foreplay?" He pointed out in amusement and I couldn’t help grin sheepishly.
"Can I have a little taste? Please?" I whispered, and when he grabbed my hair gently, I knew that was a go-ahead.
So I stroked his cock and then took it into my mouth, moaning at how much he stretched my mouth. He hissed in pleasure as his grip on my hair tightened and he started thrusting into my mouth at a fast pace.
"Fuck why does your mouth feel so good? Now I wanna fuck your little hole so badly." He groaned as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and tears rolled down my cheeks.
My dick was hard but I didn’t dare touch myself. I wanted to cum only when his dick was inside me.
"I’m cumming, pretty boy." He grunted, his hips moving faster now as his mouth hung open from the pleasure. "Fuckk I’m cumming inside your pretty mouth."
With a loud grunt that echoed through the room, he exploded in my mouth, his grip on my hair tight as his cum rolled down my throat. When he finally pulled away, I was finally able to breathe as I coughed, my cheeks stained with tears.
"See how pretty you look after getting ruined by me." He whispered as he crouched down, his fingers brushing my cheeks gently and wiping my tears off. "Feel free to leave if it’s too much for you."
"No." I said defiantly, still on my knees. "I want this. I want you. I want you to wreck me until you’re the only thing I can remember." I added and his lips widened into a grin as he hummed in satisfaction.
"Such a good, pretty boy you are." He muttered as he got up and I swallowed. "Get up. Get on the bed, on all fours with your ass in the air. Right now."