Sugar Coated

22

Delaney Linwood

"You're so beautiful Delaney," Em had me pinned to the bed, my thighs around his hips He'd pulled my hair back into a tight fist so that I could barely even look at him while he thrust into me.

    He'd wrung one orgasm out of me with just his fingers before shedding the rest of his clothes to fuck me in earnest.

    His chuckle was a breeze in my ear as he drew this nose down my cheek to the line of my neck. It made me wonder if he caught some faint scent of mine to call his own, though I wasn't certain how that would be possible with his perfume so thick and heavy in the air that it sat on the tongue when you so much as breathed.

    I could tell he was close, something in the sweetness of the scent made me think it, that and the way each drive of his hips became slightly less measured. His right hand adjusted my leg until he gripped me behind the knee, pushing it up nearly to my chest. It changed the angle that he bottomed out inside me. I choked out a desperate moan as my nails scrabbled down his shoulder blades.

    "Are you going to come on my cock, Delaney? Will you come with me?" His words were sweet, honeyed really, and filthy when he whispered them into the crook of my neck, biting out each syllable against my skin causing my nipples to tighten to almost painful points.

I could feel that familiar tingle building deep in my stomach urging my body to stretch and curl all at the same time.

    "Fuck, I want to feel you come on my cock, Doll," His hand left my leg to stroke my clit in time with each strike of his hips against mine, my squirming and begging only fueled him. When he used Jax's nickname my whole body clamped down hard.

    "Ah," That single word was entirely too smug when he felt the first flutter of my orgasm grip his length, but the sound that followed after it was something else completely, "You're mine, Delaney."

    You're not going to cry. You don't cry after sex. That's embarrassing. I'd had only enough time for those thoughts to run through my mind before Em was ripped backward off of me and the cool air of the room rushed over my exposed body.

    I felt the scuffle on the bed before I understood what was going on.

    Em's heartbroken whine was the first thing that brought me back to the present. The second was the blanket that Andres immediately pulled over me as Jax dragged his omega back away from me. Pinning him with one arm across his chest and the other across his face.

    I felt Em's whine reverberate through me, urging me to go to him and soothe him until the distress that soured the chocolate scent of his perfume eased away. I felt the tears in my eyes and the burn in the back of my throat a second later.

    "What were you thinking?" Jackson snarled.

    My body locked down. This time it was in complete terror.

    This wasn't ok. They didn't want me. What was I thinking? I was a lone Beta fraternizing with a claimed omega and they'd caught us fucking.

    I could feel the anxiety as a tingling pain in my hands. The trembles would start soon. Not god. "I-I'm s-sorry." I could barely get the words out, but once I did they stuttered out on repeat over and over again, "I'msorry.I'msorry.I'msorry."

    Andres warm hands found my face, turning me to face him until I could only see his eyes, "Delaney...sweetheart. It's not you. It's not you."

    "Let go, Em. I said let go omega." I jerked out of Andres' grip at Jackson's bark, my attention whipping to the two men sitting between my legs.     I didn't understand. Jackson was the one holding Em back from me. There was nothing for Emil to let go of. My brain didn't register anything except the tense stalemate that only started to lessen as Jackson's purr kicked on, quiet at first; coaxing.

    I pulled my legs up towards my chest slowly, afraid that any quick movement on my end would ignite some predatory instinct, reminding this pack I was an interloper in their territory. Jackson's eyes tracked the movement as I started to disappear beneath the comforter Andres had pulled over me.

    "You're ok, Em. Let go." One of Jackson's hands stroked the back of Em's neck causing his omega to shudder and pull in a wracking sob.

I only noticed the dark line trailing down Jackson's arm towards his elbow. When Em pulled away from his alpha, his mouth was smeared with blood.

    He'd tried to bite me. He'd tried to bond me and Jax had stopped him.

    Em's words were more broken than mine when the first sorry spilled out, "It's me. It's me. I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm the one. It's me. I'm broken. It's me." The last outburst ended with a wail.

    "Shit," Jackson muttered a curse when he finally took a second to look at the ragged wound on his arm.

    Em tried to pull free and reach for me in the moment of inattention, but Andres dove forward over the top of me while Jackson wrestled Em back, amid more ragged sobs that started to kick my own fight or flight into a sense of panic.

    "Please! Delaney," Em reached for me and I saw my shaky hand reach for his behind the mass of Andres back.

    Please don't take him from me. Please he wants me to be a part of this pack. My thoughts felt far away, up on that ninth cloud I'd been on only minutes ago when he'd held me to his chest and told me he was mine. The rest of this pack wanted to keep us apart. They were keeping him from me.

    I heard the sobs even louder now, the choke of them in my throat as fresh tears tracked down my cheeks.

    Jackson, for the first time I'd ever seen him, looked panicked as he hefted Em off the bed and backed him out of the room. His purr was loud to ease his frightened omega, but it faded along with Jackson's own whispered 'sorry's', as he carried Em to that room with the peacock handle, that I now realized was likely Em's nest.

I felt the loss of them both like a blow, and my body crumpled into a sob, pulling me into a fetal position beneath the blankets that still smelled like Em and faintly of Jackson.

I dug my hands through the bedsheets searching for that stupid night shirt, burying myself in the sheets to find where it was that Em had stashed it for us. When I finally found it, I tugged it on like an absolute psychopath, but having something to over me other than a bedsheet, brought an ounce of logic back to my addled mind. Just enough that I could hear Andres' quiet voice speaking to me at the edge of the bed.

*****A/N*****

In the words of Astarion from Baldurs Gate 3:

"We ask before we bite."

But what if it's just a nibble?
~Layla