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“How was therapy?” “Bonds are still very much broken, just like my capacity for physical and emotional intimacy.” Juno gave her a winning smile with a thumbs-up and Hazel clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
He smiled and a dimple appeared on his cheek. How fucking dare he. Was the scent, his face, those shoulders arms legs hands not enough?
When Isaac selected Ollie for his pack, one of the reasons was because he was the least dramatic of all their siblings. He was making Isaac reconsider things today.
When you’re the youngest of 9 siblings (an omega mum bonded with three alpha dads make a lot of kids)
Her blonde head whirled as he approached. Too perfect. How was she real? All Ollie wanted to do was spoil her and cater to her every whim and desire. Cocoon her in blankets (that smelled like him) and feed her bonbons. He didn’t even know what bonbons were but he was going to find out and get them for her.
There was a delightfully mischievous look in her eye as she rewarded him with a crooked smile. It made her nose crinkle. Fuck that was dangerous.
Ollie, sensing Juno’s rising nerves, initiated a game of thumb war and let her win every time.
“Did he do the eye trapping thing,” whispered Ollie from behind her. “Yes!” she hissed. “Yeah, that’s just Isaac being too alpha for his own good.”
maybe she was just defective. That was a fun thread to start pulling at.
The looks and double-takes Juno was getting were extremely irritating. Only because he wanted her to feel safe, of course. Why couldn’t an omega wear a gorgeous dress she looked poured into without attracting unwanted stares everywhere she went? Isaac felt the need to write a strongly worded letter, though he was unsure exactly to whom he would address it. Anyone with eyes, he supposed.
“I scent marked her right before I left, that’s all,” Isaac explained, looking at Miles like he was the daft one. “It helps omegas during the courting process.” “Ahh, so it was just for her.” “Of course, who else would it be for?” “Absolutely no one at all, love.”
Isaac had still been a CFO then, but of just one business (what a schmuck) instead of an entire umbrella of them like he was now.
“It’s probably best that it didn’t come from me, anyway,” Isaac reasoned, more to himself than Miles. “You should do it, since your date is next. As there could actually be the possibility of sex.” “How should I do it?” Miles asked, flopping on the bed and holding up an invisible quill. “Dearest Juno,” he began to recite grandly. “Feel free to bang any and/or all of us as we have been tested and are cleaner than a house before a mother-in-law visit. Do you require testing also? In addition, please advise if you are on or are seeking birth control, otherwise we are happy to wrap our dongs up
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Juno’s eyes had rolled to the back of her head when she found out, declaring in reverent tones “I love wings with blue cheese dip.” This girl was made for him.
“Oh my god, and he’s actually alive,” she muttered to herself. “I’m going to shit myself.” Miles flung his arm around her shoulders. “No, we’re going to shit ourselves,” he corrected her, cheerily.
Miles changed the group chat name to Juno’s Fan Club.
They were having a silent conversation with their eyes. Murder? Of course. Good.
“Oh my gosh, I can’t deal with how cute these meerkats are! I want to put them in my pocket!” Was there some sort of meerkat fostering program that existed? “Look, that koala has the tiniest baby on her back. I’m going to die.” Should he find out if any other koalas were pregnant and time their next visit for after the birth? “Ollie, I can’t believe how close the giraffe is! This is amazing!” Could he possibly organise to get her into the enclosure? Surely you couldn’t get closer than that? Before he was able to voice what he later realised was a very dumb thought, Juno leapt up onto her
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They had been enjoying a picnic lunch Ollie had organised, sprawled in the stippled shade of a native gum. Juno was propped up on the majority of the pillows while Ollie suffered with a single cushion. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Ollie wanted to say that Juno would never have to worry about paying the bills if she joined their pack, but didn’t. He could see the determined fire in her, to be independent and earn her way. He would never deny her that.
She laid her hand on top of his and he didn’t even care that the pencil scratched him slightly. Ollie wanted her sugar scent on him forever.
“I want you, Ollie. I’ve been wanting you to kiss me all day.” His brain short-circuited. “I think if that butterfly wasn’t on my arm earlier I would have.” And this entire time I thought that butterfly was a friend. The betrayal!
“Did you know otters fall asleep holding hands? It’s so they don’t drift away from each other in the water. Isn’t that just the best thing ever? I think I would be happy just holding hands with you for as long as you wanted.” He resisted the very real urge to pull out his phone and start showing her otter videos.
“We could beat each other up every fucking day of our lives and you’d still be my brother. See you tomorrow, asshole.”
They were at a food truck park, surrounded by delicious aromas, pretty lights and live music. None of it mattered though, because Everett had found a way to make every conversation starter come to a screeching halt. “Do you come here often?” “Nah.” “How’d you hear about this place? I love the vibe.” “Oh just…around.” “Well, what do you feel like eating?” “Whatever you want.” It was a gift, really.
The alpha’s voice is at least 20 decibels louder now and it was confusing because he could be using that energy to bounce her on his cock instead. There was a thump as his phone landed near her head. “Juno. You there, beautiful?” “Mmm…need you.” Where was he? Didn’t he know she wanted to ride his face? “I’m right here waiting for that pretty pussy to get home so I can have dessert.” He did know! He really was the best. “Been dying to taste you, gorgeous. Fuck you with my tongue till your slick is running down my face and neck. Then I think I’ll suck on that needy little clit and finger you
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“Mm, dirty gorgeous girl. Should I clean you up?” Was he serious? Why hadn’t he started already?
Miles was waiting for Juno in his room and had changed positions four times already. He’d vetoed waiting on the bed (too come hither) and didn’t trust himself not to accidentally knock his (securely wall mounted) TV over with a nervous twitch if he stood near it. He’d settled on hovering by the plant, pretending to inspect the leaves. “You can eat a girl out twice in the back of your packmate’s car but this is what you’re shitting yourself over,” he muttered to himself.
“Do you like it?” Nice, he sounded about 20% casual and only 2000% desperate for approval.
It was a crime he couldn’t have both in his mouth at once.
Ari could definitely tell there was a beta scent clinging to Juno today. If he were to notice. Which he didn’t. Because he was good at his job and focused solely on his syllabus.
When she asked him a couple days later why he didn’t try anything more, the last thing she expected was for his face to go beet red and for him to mumble something about wanting to do something special for their first time. That was a significant problem for her because it only made her want him more.
She fell asleep in the middle of the extended version of The Two Towers, and woke up in Everett’s bed where she had left the biggest drool patch imaginable on his pillow. Because apparently leaving her fluids on his things was just something she did now.
Some omegas liked clothes for their nest but that wasn’t really Juno’s style. Clothes were for stealing and wearing, not fucking on top of.
Juno gasped at the sight of his curved U-shaped pillow — she had to have it, it was in the basket, it was hers forever.
She found a muscle tee he must have used as a gym shirt because the amount of his scent on it was absolutely potent. Into the basket it went, because she was a gross omega who liked sweaty clothes.
I have something for you. It starts with a k.” There was an awkward silence as he considered something. “But it sounds like it starts with an n.” Juno stared at him blankly. A beat passed as his meaning registered. “Are you trying to say you have a knot for me?” she asked incredulously. Ollie looked miserable. “I thought I could do dirty talk but I don’t think I can,”
Juno moved in that week. But not before having a supremely awkward conversation with Isaac (they seemed to be getting into a habit of having those)
Isaac had always intended to take the name of his omega, but carrying the family name of the people who had sold Juno did not sit right with him. “Makes me want to levy all my considerable resources into crushing them into dust,” he’d said, flatly. Touched by the gesture and a little aroused (platonically obviously) by his casual murder-y attitude,
Ahh, to be able to bring up anal in conversation with a straight face.
Juno was playing chicken with Ari. She had written a very professionally worded email stating she was experiencing a medical event and would be missing that week’s classes. Then he had the audacity to be thoughtful enough to text Ollie to check in on top of his perfunctory reply to her email.
He baulked when he saw her nest. Not because he didn’t want to go inside but because he definitely, unequivocally did not belong there. But she tugged at his hand with her fingers and at his heart with her pouty little lip. “You’ll hurt my feelings if you don’t,” she said, and there was no universe in which that was allowed so in he went.
Julian’s arm was going numb from a lightly snoring Juno resting atop it. A sacrifice he was willing to make.
As Juno gleefully added another, Everett hunched over a well-worn notebook with a pen. Julian peered over to read what he was writing under the pancake page. Two Juno-sized spoons of smooth ricotta, equivalent to 5 regular tablespoons.
All his carefully laid plans disintegrated before his eyes when Juno spotted him entering the house. Such rotten luck that she wasn’t in any of the other fifty rooms and managed to catch him making a beeline for the guest bedroom. “Don’t look!” Julian yelled over his shoulder as he shuffled his way past her, wondering why he chose such a huge bouquet that was impossible to hide. “What?” Juno looked anyway because she was confused and he was being ridiculous. About twenty minutes later, he was at the front door again. He smoothed his hair down, adjusted his grip on the flowers, and rang the
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Julian made the mistake of letting her win one game and she was not having it. “Fight me like you mean it!” she yelled with the seriousness of a war cry as she mashed the punch button.
Julian proceeded to court Juno like a 1980s film protagonist. After their first date, he made a big gesture of declaring he was quitting his job and moving for her. He flew home to get his affairs in order, but not before leaving her with a bundle of love letters — one for every day they would be apart.
padding downstairs to the kitchen in search of a drink. And if a snack somehow found its way into her hand as well, it would be an inconvenience not to eat it.
“The grass isn’t greener on the other side. It’s greener where you water it. Care for her and let her care for you and I have no doubt you two will flourish.”
Needless to say, his cock remained vertical and tucked in his waistband.
