Mixed Messages

Molly looked at him through her long eyelashes and after a long minute to clear her mind enough, could understand the question that left his lips.

¿Was he asking again about the smell of another Alpha he detected in her clothes?

The brunette's eyes narrowed in feigned weariness only to be able to hide the worry that began to mingle with the intense need to tell him everything and end it once and for all. But as strange as it sounded, the loyalty her subconscious held toward Logan –the stranger who captivated her heart in one night– was greater than she anticipated.

She felt a strong responsibility towards him and among that self-acquired burden was to hide their magical encounter and everything that could relate him to her. Donald Pierce was not a merciful person or someone you wanted to have on your heels pretending to be the jealous boyfriend, and she was more than sure that Logan would appreciate not to send a high skilled mercenary to sniff where obviously something strange was going on.

Men entirely covered and carrying trays of food into rusty, dry tanks was not the sweet home which said everything is fine, be welcomed.

Thus, using all her will power detangled herself from his warm hold and stepped out of his lap, placing her body once more in the copilot's seat to warily glance at him from there. Accusation and Indignation shining through her hazel gaze.

"This is starting to get offensive, hun."

Molly let out in a dry tone full of indignant tints coloring her attempts to hide the truth. Her throat felt raspy and tighter as she tried to swallow enough spit to moisten it.

"Hun? ..." the blond devil murmured under his breath fixing his gaze on the road for a couple of seconds before glance at her out of the corner of his eye, and lightly leant his head against the steering wheel to let out a humorless laugh.

"You learn very fast, hun." Pierce spelled with cruel irony.

Molly did her best to mask from him, her change from horny to preoccupied but he detected it without her being able to cover it.

"I already told you what happened, what else do you want?" the girl angrily spatted.

"I just want the truth, doll. You insist so much on hiding it that you only make me more curious about it." He straightened in his seat to release the steering wheel and point a reproachful metallic finger at her. "I know you didn't cheat on me...you're not that stupid, but you're hiding something, no, someone and that intrigues me."

Molly contained a frustrated sigh and buried her fingers in her chestnut tresses massaging her scalp thoughtfully to then let out a soft snort through her nose. The situation was highly irritating. Especially in that moment when all she could focus on was to feel his warm skin against hers and let his hands explore her palpitating and quivering form, but he insisted on bothering her.

"You are actually telling me, that you prefer to discuss this instead of have sex?..." Molly asked, incredulously.

The blunt way Donald shook his head in denial, put a shadow of a triumphal smile on her face, but the complacent grin which pulled at the corner of his full lips before answering, sour her joy.

"Nah, I'm goin' to get greedy and take both. But, let's start with this one, shall we?"

The cocky demeanor he exuded informed her how hard it was going to be to keep the secret, to what Molly rolled her eyes feeling utterly thwarted, conduct that did not pass unnoticed by the blond, who jolly added.

"If you sing now, my little canary-"

His large hand unexpectedly wrapped around her tender neck, sending glorious shivers down her susceptive skin, empowering a soft sigh to escaped from her lips without her permission. Noticing his vast effect on her, tauntingly continued. "-I might even let you cum," the petite nurse narrowed her eyes, puzzled. And, he established a tender rub with thumb against her neck as he clarified.

"You have not been the exemplar omega ya ought to be-"

His harsh words took Molly out of her daze and filled her with aggravation. Opened her mouth ready to defend herself but his index finger refrained her from doing so, by abruptly stop his ministration on her neck and stay still in the air, as a sign for her to listen.

"Don't fuckin' give me that look, you know exactly what I mean, ya are mighty aware of it." he emphasized quite vexed, not believing had granted her so many detours into defiance.

Their bond has really affected his mind in a deep subconscious level.

"Are you going to shorten my leash, my master?" The girl angrily spatted in a sarcastic tone.

His cheekbones darted up in amusement as he asserted. "Nor could I have put it better, babe. Yes, I am." The heat in his words revealed an unspoken burn towards her and Molly couldn't stop an abashed sensation from filling her. Giving the reason to the constant nagging her inner Omega washed her on every cycle since...ever.

She was a troublesome Omega, not the typical Omega who wanted to be claimed but the foolish Omega who hoped to be loved. Molly had never felt shame for be that way, but also never had anyone to be reproached by.

Making her feel somehow, inadequate.

Molly's regretful state must have reflected on her face, for the man beside her reached for her hand and wrapped it in his, to claim her attention, but more so…in a deep, personal way to comfort her.

The hefty mercenary refused to acknowledge her as his weakness but definitely had a soft spot toward her; no matter how unpleasant were the words that came out of her mouth or how annoying she could become, she was his Molly and for someone simple as him, that was more than enough.

"Cheer up, doll. You know I'm a reasonable man, and right fuckin' here is yar second chance."

The blond dragged her hand to his lips placing a soft but firm kiss on her knuckles and sporting a cool, composed attitude waited for her to seize his peace offer and end once and for all, their slow burn.

Molly only needed to let go –spill the truth as prove of her genuine change of heart–and finally they would become the being they were meant to be. But, he needed her to surrender first.

It was the natural way, and it was plain to see what a good deal it was for her. He had made an effort to place a middle ground between them, she wanted to feel safe and happy but still, Molly stubbornness ruled her out. The Omega in her screamed, begged for her to let go but she couldn't.

She won't.

Even when her skin seemed to be about to burst in flames thanks to the blessed injection –of which she suspected more and more– she kept master of herself. Her Omega side would have to suffer the betrayal that her next words would inflict in her, all in order to keep Logan safe, not to mention some of her sanity too.

"I guess I'm supposed to want to introduce the man of my life to everyone, right?" The brunette chirped as bitterly as her throat allowed her. "But as you see, I don't even want you near. Nor will I ever want you..." it was too cruel, too vile and it burnt her like acid while it came out. It was supposed to be hurtful…but to him, not to her. Molly couldn't stand it, which end up forcing her to add.

"-close. Please, let go."

Feeling hot tears forming behind her eyelids, snatched her hand from his grasp –instantly, missed his warm– and peered out though the transparent window.

The words were out and she felt like a worm, a horrible deceitful worm.

The troubled girl could feel his hot gaze on her but did not dare to look back. Both knew it was a blatant lie –if Molly knew it, he definitely knew it according to what he once explained her about the nature of their bond.

But nevertheless, he chose to remain silent. And, his silence was sharp as a knife. Five minutes turned into half hour and so on.

Her body felt betrayed. She had wronged her Alpha with her defiance while beginning a cycle. That was a 'no, no' in her Omega book. Her upcoming cycle needed to be fulfilled and no matter how hard she tried to fight it, there was no avail. The clothes around her body began to feel itchy as her frame heated up and the discomfort made her writhe in her seat, it was the need to breed taking terrain, claiming back what needed to be done.

She felt the moisture between her legs and hurried to cross them to disguise it.

Her hormonal statement was clear as day and yet, Pierce did not look pleased nor upset either. In fact, seemed to be contemplating something he had not yet decided.

Meanwhile, Molly was close to lose it, the discomfort was unbearable and her instincts opportunely took the wheel.

"Stop the car."

Donald threw her an incredulous sideways glance positively ignoring her request. And, the drugged nurse realized, she did not count with him to appease her this time.

Apparently, she had overstepped his patience.

Molly knew she had to cool the situation between them but first things first, numb the itch between her legs was a must. Needed to try something, anything…and although she was not in the solitude of her room, still, believed her nimble fingers would serve the purpose.

Not quite sure how to start, voluntarily relinquished control of her mind over her body –at least that way it will be easier to look in the mirror later on, pretending it was her Omega side who turned her into this needy, lustful creature.

The self-conscious Omega checked her surroundings and founding him focused on the road, closed her eyelids and in an almost imperceptible unholy move, slid her hand down the side of her right thigh –the one farthest at his line of sight– to let it play with the fabric of her sweater, nervously twisting at the material under her fingers while timidly lifting it up, leaving her creamy thighs semi exposed while her fingers explore to find their way into her burning center.

Careful not to disturbed their tense silence, glanced through the window. Out of the blue, she heard his radio emitted a beep and the voice of one of his subordinates distracted him enough for her to gain courage.

Her hand traced a sensual sway and caressed the tender skin under her fingers in slow relaxing circles, letting out a shaky and –strictly quiet– relieved sigh of her lips. Her breath hitched inside her chest when her fingers ventured close to her more intimate part and allowed an uncharacteristic boldness to rule her, let herself go and reached the forbidden valley between her legs. Her cunt pulsed as she felt her index finger trace her swollen lips and a sweet moan abandoned her mouth at the same time her angular finger inserted into her moist cavity.

The sensation was intoxicating and her eyelids pressed together tightly as she inhaled deeply. She needed to keep her breathing steady and her fingers occupied. Leaving her eyes shut to wield the courage to continue, started to bob her fingers faster, in and out –as she often did in the solitude of her bedroom. Chasing an orgasm that built slowly and timidly, her legs separated a little giving more room for her to plunged her eager fingers and it was only, when she heard a hoarse chuckle coming out of his dry throat, that her eyes popped open clearly surprised while a wicked grin spread across his face.

Her cherry lips parted letting a tight gasp abandoned them and her cheeks bloomed with color, making her look like a tempting nymph. Her freckled nose scrunched as she shook her head in an attempt to break up the daze.

The car made a sudden stop after a tight lap and came to a halt leaving the engine on standby. Time seemed to freeze while she tried to control her elaborated breathe.

The only thing certain at the time was that Logan was the last thing that was going through his mind and that now she had the tools to make him forget how someone else dared to touch her.

His sapphire eyes looked down at her, his brow knitted in confusion –an inner revolt flashed behind his orbs and could almost swear she was the cause– and, she felt obliged to help him out, as she closed the distance between them entirely, abandoning her seat and climbing on top of him. His skin was soft under her touch, though she had felt his body tense at the contact.

Her eager lips captured his and he made no attempt to kiss her back, raising his hands up to take hold of each of her shoulders, though he did not make any move to push her away. Pulling back feeling his lack of response, she scanned his face, looking for any indication of what was going through the mercenary's head. He looked a little annoyed, yet there was a definite, devilish gleam in his blue eyes.

"Feels like I'm gettin' mixed messages here, doll."

Molly opened her eyes wide and her lower lip, pouted. Not really having a good answer. She felt possessed by her Omega side, a side which best excuse was that she needed him, but she wasn't just going to tell him that. Not after said didn't want him near.

It would be ridiculous.

"I know what you are doing-" the ex-soldier whispered in a husky serene voice. "Do you know what you are doin'?"

The girl over his lap merely stared at him, and weakly nodded.

"You are really an awful liar, mah dear."

His voice sounded less tense and his features relaxed into his familiar teasing mode, twisting Molly's lips into a full grin. The merc softly held her in his arm and placed her back on her side of the car.

Sending her a wicked wink before she felt his metal hand rest on top of her bare thigh covering her burning skin under the cold metal, her back stirred at the refreshing sensation her skin sensed and goosebumps framed her arms eager for more. Pierce separated her legs wider apart and in a hoarse voice plagued with lust sinisterly professed.

"Remember you chose this, sweetheart. You chose me."

Molly felt a chill charged with pleasant sparks of excitement run down her back knowing what was to come. It was one of the first times let her instincts dominate her and the feeling of freedom was almost divine. The fact her body had so much impact on an Alpha excited her, tremendously. And, all she could think of was how much she craved to have him between her legs.

The brunette had already felt this strong need to mate before, but only when she was in her cycle, something was wreaking havoc inside her body and the self-induced girl refused to admit that she had been drugged. But the moisture between her legs and the heat her body exuded was catastrophically reveling.

His metal hand took her out of her trail of thoughts while squeezing her firm thigh to leave a faint red mark imprinted on her porcelain skin to then travel his fingers down to caress her folds, he gathered slick and pressed it against his thumb smearing it, before having a taste. A swift smirk took hold of his devilish lips and his golden tooth shone mischievously while looking at her flushed face. Her semi opened mouth and her mid-lids spoke for her and without hesitation the crude mercenary inserted his two fingers into her throbbing cunt. Not giving her time to adjust before he started moving and massage her clitoris with erratic motions which vibrated at the same time as the purr of the engine.

Molly shook her head, overwhelmed by the sensations that not even she had achieved by just using her fingers. Usually having to resort to rubber toys but this time the blond demon's experienced fingers were more than enough to undo her.

Close to delirium, Molly didn't know if curse or cheer her tormenter, it was a feeling so foreign for her it scared her a little how her body was reacting to foreplay, it was almost ridiculous how he could destroy her and rearmed her just with his fingers.

The heaving girl strived to unplug his metallic fingers from her overresponsive cunt to be able to take a long breath, for she felt as if her lungs were about to collapse at how many moans she was releasing. Never having experienced such intensity in her life –in which the range of acceptable pleasure was almost imperceptible. Her quivering form dragged against the leather seat to only manage to unwittingly bury his fingers deeper, aiding at the furious dance among her folds.

When her sex began to pulsate around him, her mind reached a limit Molly had never crossed and her lips parted only allowing flashes of incomplete words come out until was able to form a whole phrase –or the closest she could get to one.

"Please. Just Please." She begged, not really sure what she wanted.

Pierce shushed her placing a tender kiss over her forehead and continued his intense attack without allowing her to back away. He was so committed to make her regret having annoyed him and so fascinated with the way she unraveled just by the movement of his hand that stopped paying attention to his surroundings.

Without suspecting that more than a couple of eyes were perched on their current parking lot under the shelter of the dead alley.

Not that he cared been observed while fucking his sweet Omega till oblivion but it had been the only place he could find fast enough and which covered his only requirement: the smaller, the safer. A small space was always easier to defend.

The sound of his belt being unbuckled echoed in the cabin along with Molly's moans and the blond performed a swiftly feline movement to rest on top of the passenger seat covering Molly's quivering body with his, without crushing her. His fingers continued its work as he positioned himself between her legs and had to capture her small hands and tie them in her seatbelt, as she insisted on making him slow down the speed of his finger fucking.

There was certain shyness in the little omega which clung to keep her on the decent side of sex, preventing her from reaching her maximum of depravity. But, the mercenary between her legs wasn't willing to be manipulated by her feverish desires for moderation. For him, to make her his was beyond carnal pleasure and intimate frictions. He needed to possess her in body, mind and soul to feel satisfied. After finished with her, no one was going to be able to distinguish them as an individual.

"I t-thought I w-aaas grounded." He could barely understand her between all the moans but sure as hell, put a smile on his face. "I'll e-even let y-ou cum…" she re-phrased his menace, playfully.

She felt his thumb pressed with more forced than needed against her clit and a loud grunt erupted from her mouth. She felt him smirk against her neck before take advantage of her upcoming orgasm and smoothly reply, hovering her ear.

"You'll know when you are grounded, doll."

The cheerful giggle Molly let out was enough for him to want devour her whole. He had doubted of his decision in mate selection hours ago but not now, he had chosen right, she was his other half. He just needed to peel her to get to the creamy center.

The attentive eyes in the car –which hid impious acts inside–, approached their objective.

Hovering over and around the ally, they waited for the right moment.

"-It's now or never, it's the first time I've seen him distracted in months..." urged them a flat masculine voice through the radio but it was cut off by the squad leader.

"The girl is still with him, if we attack she will be an innocent down." The leader marked.

"Fuck it, she's collateral damage." A careless feminine voice interjected in a thick Mexican accent.

"If you could see them from my angle, you would not call her innocent." Another voice intervened between giggles.

The radio fell silent for a moment before someone pushed.

"We've been waiting for this moment for months, Lane. Jaden will not be happy if we let go of the opportunity." A nasal pitched voice affirmed and everyone waited for Lane's decision.

Being part of the squad that had to monitor the Reaver leader for months. Learning his behavior and trying to keep up which became almost an impossible task, thanks to how much the man changed habits –knowing himself being observed or simply being careful. This opportunity actually shone like gold. They could not waste it and still something in the back of his head told him to abort the mission.

Lane usually followed his instincts, –sensory intuition being one of his main gifts– but even he couldn't let pass such a good opportunity.

The dark haired man had to take the risk, the reward was too juicy to let it slip and he wouldn't willingly let his mutant brothers be flagellated in the name of science. Transigen needed to be stopped and if he could cut the leader's head, maybe that'll do it.

"Ruby, engulf us in the dark at my command." The team heard their leader said and everyone prepare.

Aggravated by the piece of clothing which covered his price, Donald roughly lifted up Molly's sweater-dress until her breast was exposed, his blue eyes rounded with anticipation at what laid before him. His goddess, marveling on her beautiful full perky breast adorned by lovely pink nipples, his mind began to cloud with a possessive desire to pressed her against the seat and mount wildly mount her, and was letting his whims win when witness the faint light which shone over them disappear all of the sudden preventing him from peek at her more.

At first, he attributed it to a cloud over the alley –but the darkness that engulf them was too deep to be achieved by a meek cloud– and, there was when heard footsteps surrounding them and realized how negligent had been.

The little nurse writhing beneath him was too lost in sensation to realize the danger. And only felt the heat which this time doesn't emanated from her body but from the outside, before hear a loud uproar which could not place.

¡BOOOOOOOOOM!

The alley shook with the loud explosion and the fire spread, they were surrounded.