Page 41 of Use Me Up

So, I’m startled when there’s banging on the window.

Hannah’s head comes up right away, and she wipes at her eyes, which have been watering from taking me that deep down her throat, and that’s hot. I just grin at her for a minute before I even look over at the window.

Calliope looks stricken, sort of horrified.

Part of me surges, liking that, wanting to have affected her, to have made her angry, to simply have made her react.

But another part of me feels shame spilling into me, that dark ink in the water, and I know that I haven’t done the right thing by either of these women.

The car is turned off, so I can’t roll down the window.

I settle for opening the door.

Calliope dances out of the way and then weaves around the door, and then she’s leaning into the car. My cock is still out, glistening with Hannah’s saliva. Hannah is wiping her cheeks and her mouth and looking mortified.

“What is wrong with you?” says Calliope to me. “Why did you bait me out here to the parking lot?”

“Me?” I say. “Bait you? You’re the one who sent me eighty text messages last night.”

“And you didn’t respond.” Her voice cracks.

“You’re the one posting your whereabouts on Instagram. Like you didn’t want me to come.”

“You brought her.”

I guess I was supposed to sit on the periphery of everything all alone and watch her with her friends and be lonely and pathetic and entirely devoted to her. That’s how she fucking likes me. On ice until she wants to use me for something.

Can’t blame her, I guess.

We grew up like this.

In the Polloi, everything revolves around female omegas. Omegas have packs of three or even six alphas, and all of them live with her and serve her and do her bidding and everything else.

Andrew does that for her, actually. Maybe alphas are just better at it, some instinctive part of them caters to omegas, I don’t know.

But if she thinks I can just be part of her entourage, she doesn’t know me at all. I’m an omega, too.

“Do you hate me, Ellis?” she says. “Really hate me? Is that what this is?”

I said that I hated her last night, but we say that to each other. It’s not that we don’t mean it, because I think we both do. It’s only that whatever kind of hate we have for each other, it’s such a big feeling that it feels like love in a way.

“Are you just trying to hurt me?” she says.

“It’s not like I haven’t watched you get your pussy licked,” I say to her.

“During heat,” she says. “It’s not the same thing.”

Hannah speaks up. “Does my brother know that you’re not being faithful to him?”

“Yes,” says Callie to Hannah, annoyed. “And it’s not even like that. We have talked about this, and we have boundaries, and he just needs me to be honest about whatever happens.”

I roll my eyes. That’s the stupidest way to run a relationship I think I’ve ever heard, but then, I’ve managed to be faithful to her, at least until now. Maybe they count, actually. They weren’t women, but that doesn’t mean that I was celibate or something.

“Can you put your cock away?” says Callie to me.

“No,” I say, glaring at her.

“You wanted me to come out and see this,” Calliope says.