Page 115 of Queen Of Clubs
While the press doesn’t have anything too harsh to say, Tattered Souls hardcore fans do.
Message boards are filled with people either being happy for the guys finding love, or they outright hate me. I even saw someone say they wish I’d die because I took away their chance at being the guys’ omega.
Like, be for real, girl, you never had a chance. But obsessed fans like these live in their own little fantasy world. I wouldn’t be surprised if half of them have some messed up shrine in the back of their closet.
The guys used to try to convince me to take my singing further than just messing around, and I said no. And now, I’m saying hell no because I don’t want this kind of life. I’ll live alongside the guys, but I’ll bow out of being the center of attention, thanks. That comes with stalkers and hardly any privacy. Not that I won’t lose some of that being the guys’ omega, but it won’t be nearly as bad as they get it.
“Enough of that,” Calvin scolds, snatching the iPad out of my hands. “You don’t need to be reading this bullshit.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” I tell him. “It’s just a bunch of crazed fans who are jealous now that their fantasies won’t come true. Real fans should be happy that their favorite artists are in a good place, not wishing the person they choose to live their life with dies.”
“What!” he shouts, eyes snapping down to the iPad. “They’re giving you death threats?”
“Not directly, no, but on some message boards there are. It’s really no big deal. I’m not worried.”
“I am,” he growls, scrolling through the messages. “This is a big deal, Jade.”
“How? It’s not like they can get to me. Just find out who they are and monitor them.”
He looks over at me with narrowed eyes. “How do you know that's what I’d do?”
I grin. “I’ve gotten to know you a lot better in these past few weeks than you think.”
“Smart girl you are,” he muses. “But I’ll be treating it just like if the guys were getting these threats.”
“Fine, fine. You do your sexy, protective alpha thing.” I sigh, putting my feet up on the table. I close my eyes, trying to hold back a grin, when I’m yanked up from the couch and into Calvin’s arms. He spins us around, placing me on the little kitchen counter.
Sucking in a breath, I look up at Calvin’s bright blue eyes. “What are you doing?” I ask in a breathy tone.
“This is the only time we’ve had alone since... well, since you’ve gotten here. It’s driving me crazy, Jade. They get you all the time. They hoard you away in their hotel room, keeping you for themselves,” he murmurs, gripping my chin. “I’ve been a patient man, but I’m done waiting, Jade.”
My eyes flash with worry. Does he mean he’s done waiting for me to decide if I want him as my scent match? Doesn’t he know by now that I want him, that I’m not going anywhere?
I’m almost done with my spray; I have one dose left that will last me until we get to Italy, and then I’m done. We’re going to be there for a few days, it will give us some time alone to help me adjust.
Tears start to fill my eyes as fear of him being upset with me fills my body.
His face crumples. “Shit. No, Jade, that's not what I meant,” he reassures as he brushes the falling tear away. “You take all the time you need regarding the scent match, I’d never rush you on that. What I meant was that I’m done listening to them make you scream their names. It’s my turn,” he growls.
Understanding dawns on me, and my cheeks flush as my lips part. He means sex.
“That's right, Darling,” he murmurs. “I’m done waiting to be back inside my favorite place on earth, that sweet, delectable, perfect pussy.”
My belly cramps with pleasure as I try to clench my thighs together, but he steps between them, his hands grabbing onto them.
Biting my lower lip, I swallow the whimper threatening to escape me as the bulge in his suit pants presses against my already-drenched pussy. “Can you be a good omega and let me have my way with you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
Calvin groans, closing his eyes, his hands on my thighs tightening. “I fucking missed you calling me that, my Darling Jade.” When he opens his eyes, they're bright with need and hunger. “I can’t have you the way we normally do. That will have to wait for a place with more room. But I will have your slick on my tongue and my cock filling you up, do you understand me?”
I whimper this time as I nod my head. “Yes, Sir.”
He grips my chin again. “Good girl,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against mine. “Always such a good girl for me, aren't you?” he asks before sucking my lower lip into his mouth and biting down.
I whine, arching my hips to grind against him. He chuckles before sucking away the sting and releasing it with a pop.
Sex with Calvin has been the only time in my life where I let go and give over control. Now I know why I always trusted him with my safety and my body. While there's never been a BDSM relationship between us, it's very clear that he is the alpha, the dominant one, while I am the omega, the submissive one. I’ve always had the urge to please him, to earn that praise that had me preening.