The Omega And Her Triplet Mates

Chapter 39: Scars

“Jake was a player who couldn’t keep it in his pants for longer than one day, I would rather not end up riddled with diseases, thanks.”

I stifled a laugh, making sure not to let either of them notice.

“What do you want Zara?”

“Somewhere private Jax, there are too many wolves here to talk.”

He had us talk at the warehouse and I grew a little nervous remembering this place.

Climbing out of the car and standing up straight, Zara met Jax’s eyes, and said, “I want to help. I know it’s you that’s responsible for those murders.” Softly she added, “please let me help you.”

Jax softened towards her and finally sighed, “alright, you can help.”

When I frowned at him, he shook his head, letting me know he couldn’t explain now, but he would later.

Zara certainly was a princess and her whole manner seemed to affect men it seemed because Jax held out his arm for her to link her own through and guided her towards the warehouse doors, stopping to hold them open for her, all of which he had never done for me or anyone else we had come across.

Walking in the darkness of the hallway across concrete and dirt in those heels were not the best idea and Zara tripped a little and was caught by Jax who laughed softly, “careful princess, don’t want to break an ankle.”

She looked up at him softly and replied, “it’s been so long since you’ve called me that.”

They looked at one another for a while, and then Jax quickly looked away and carried on down the hall.

Just because we were true mates to one another didn’t mean he was forced to only be attracted to and want me. It intensified those feelings, but didn’t create them, being soulmates didn’t mean you became prisoners to one another.

When we were all in the main part of the building with the eerie dim lighting, he offered her the desk chair, and she sat down delicately in it. Observing quietly, I think I knew now part of why Jax said he liked dominance in a relationship.

I could see it between them and how he treated her, it wasn’t just the s.exual side of it, but the looking after side too.

It was easy for him to take care of her when she was this delicate, fragile princess, and so he was quick to hold doors open for her, offer his arm, offer her the chair and now going off to grab her a drink and one of his hoodies.

When she frowned at the gray hoodie in his hands, he said, “put it on, I know it’s not fashionable for you, but I also know you’re freezing.”

Smiling softly at him, she gratefully pulled the hoodie over her head and slipped her arms in, managing to look even more delicate in the oversized top.

So, he enjoyed taking care of women? That might explain why he had mentioned when we first met that he liked the more geeky, quiet and innocent types, because in his mind, we were more vulnerable and needed taking care of.

I wondered if I had fixed that way of thinking for him being with me. Sure, I was insecure and naïve, but I was also argumentative with him, besides, I didn’t think insecure clingy girls needing constant reassurance were what came to mind for him in taking care of them, and I was certainly that.

I watched Zara and how she acted, wondering if maybe I could learn a few tips.

Sitting on top of the desk, Jax faced Zara and said, “look, I don’t know what you can do really, I’ve stopped what I’ve been doing for now and all the evidence is gone, but if you really feel like you want to help, then you can maybe do me a few favours and listen out when you’re at work about how close they are to finding out who’s behind it, where their trails are and getting rid of any leads they might come across.”

Zara was listening intently and nodding happily, and as an afterthought, Jax frowned and said, “maybe get in touch with the hospital, make it sound like it wouldn’t be someone of my nature or some s.hit, and let the police know you’ve already checked it out, so they don’t have to, that kind of stuff?”

She nodded eagerly and said, “yes, of course, I will make that call first thing tomorrow morning and I will look at any leads they may have. Thank you Jax.”

My face was hurting from all the frowning that I was doing and when Jax looked over at me he explained, “Zara is a detective, like top s.hit boss, she’s the perfect person to help us out and has helped me out loads of times before.”

As soon as he said the last sentence he made an oh s.hit face and wouldn’t look at me again, making pointless small talk with her so he wouldn’t have to explain.

I figured out pretty quickly that I had been right when I first came across this place and how fast and professionally he had cleaned up…it hadn’t been his first time. And, apparently, she had been the one to help him get away with murder.

Being rich really did have its perks, like rich high-up friends because I knew just by looking at her, she was rich, obviously not from being a detective, but it certainly helped. She was like a puppy dog around him, all dreamy eyed and eager to please him in any way, and that’s when I saw it, even if they didn’t…he was her dominant.

He had said they couldn’t find what they wanted sexually in one another, but they certainly had dating wise, and I wasn’t sure Jax was entirely oblivious because one thing I was certain of, he knew damn well he had her wrapped around his little finger and he was manipulating her like a pro, using her feelings for him to his advantage.

Little damsel in distress that she was, Jax offered to take her home, but she declined, saying she needed to go back to work. She didn’t want to order a taxi anywhere close to where we were staying though, and so she made her way out, hugging us both goodbye.

When she was gone, I was curious whether it was just her Jax acted so caring towards or if it really was because of the way she behaved…like she needed looking after and Jax as an alpha wolf, genuinely enjoyed that.

I didn’t get to think for long before he came over towards me and wrapped me in his arms. “Sorry she was here again, but it’s good for us to have someone on the inside of the law helping us out, I trust her, and she wouldn’t stop pestering us until we let her help anyway.”

“It’s ok,” I answered softly, feeling content in his arms.

He pulled back from the embrace, making me look up at him and pressed his lips against mine.

I kissed him back and moaned softly when he slid his lips down along my neck. Kissing me softly, he mumbled, “you just want a kiss and a cuddle or do you want to do stuff?”

“I want to do stuff,” I whispered. As if I was going to say no to him, duh.

Grinning, he pressed his lips back against mine passionately and hard, forcing his tongue in and shoving his hand down my trousers to rub my p*****..

He pushed his fingers inside me roughly, and it wasn’t anything that he didn’t usually do, but seeing how gentle and sweet he had been with Zara had me wishing he would slow down just a little bit and show me that same tenderness.

“Take your trousers off for me,” he said huskily, bringing me back to attention.

I took them off, and he pushed me up against the desk until I was sitting on the edge of it while he fingered me hard and fast.

“You know, since we’ve known each other I’ve never actually seen you completely naked except in the bath, can I see you naked or would that make you feel uncomfortable?” he asked.

I realized he was right and knew he must be thinking it was because I was so uncomfortable with my body, but I had simply just not thought about it as we were always lost in the heat of the moment rather than slowing things down and taking our time.

I pushed that thought away and answered him by taking my top off along with everything else so that I was completely naked on the desk.

He looked at me the same way he had Zara earlier, but more intense, this look had hunger in his eyes that hadn’t been there when he had been checking Zara out.

It made me smile, and I moaned when he slid his fingers back inside of me and sucked my n.ipples.

It felt so good, I leaned back too far and would probably have fallen back and over the desk if Jax hadn’t caught me in time.

Laughing softly, he whispered, “careful, darling.”

I laughed too, but stopped at the frown on his face. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

Pulling away from me, he held his hand out for me to take. I took it hesitantly and let him help me onto my feet.

He slowly turned me around so that my back was to him and whispered softly, “s.hit Rose.”

I frowned, still not understanding, until he ran his fingers delicately across my back and I remembered. The scars.

I cringed with humiliation and tried to pull away, but he gently held me there. I knew he would see the disgusting sight.

Huge thick long and jagged scars running across the whole of my back, some bigger than others and a few so big and thick it looked like I had been in a car wreck.

I’d tried so hard to make sure he never saw my back or touched it, even in the bath I’d managed to use my hair to hide it, and it had worked until now. Now all of my mates had seen the disaster of my back.

“How have I never noticed these before?” Jax murmured more to himself than to me, so I didn’t answer.

Coming to face me again, he looked at me and gently asked, “what happened?”

I laughed nervously and answered, “are you ok? Since when do you talk so sweetly.”

He didn’t laugh and with concern said, “seriously Rose, what happened?”

Looking down at my feet in shame, I muttered, “mother thought she could beat the devil out of me, and if she couldn’t do it with the metal poker from the fire or her w.hip then she would have father do it with his belt or anything they could find. I can get dressed.”

I went to grab for my clothes, but he grabbed my wrist gently and used his other hand to caress my cheek.

“I am so sorry, darling, I had no f.ucking idea just how bad she was to you.”

When I hugged my arms to myself, he frowned and pulled them away from my body saying, “don’t do that darling, you are perfect and have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.”

As if to prove his point, he got onto his knees and turned me slowly so that my back was to him.

Slowly and very delicately, he placed a kiss on one of the scars and then the next and the next until he was trailing featherlight kisses across the whole of my back, kissing each scar from top to bottom and leaving not one of them out of his affections.

A soft moan escaped me, the scars were extra sensitive and upon hearing my quiet moan he chose that moment to trace his tongue softly along the long length of my biggest and deepest scar, drawing pleasure from me that I hadn’t thought possible from such an area.

He kissed and licked my scars as though he were making out with them, and slowly carried on as he climbed back onto his feet and reached the back of my neck.

“You are absolutely perfect,” he whispered, pressing up so firmly against me I could feel his e.rection through his jeans.

When I turned around and looked up at him, he was looking at me with tenderness and murmured, “baby, don’t doubt yourself, you’re perfect, every inch of you.”

He kissed me softly, pulling me in against him and running his fingers lightly up and down my back, until eventually, his hands cupped my a.ss cheeks, and he pulled me in against his e.rection.

He had me sit back on the desk, and undoing his jeans, he slowly pushed himself inside of me.

In all the time I had known him, he had never been this gentle or tender and I realized then that I didn’t need to act like Zara, just seeing my scars had brought out that caring side in him, only this time it was for me and nobody else.

I enjoyed the gentle and slow love making, moaning softly with each thrust and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my head against his chest.

He was leaning his hands on the desk for support, the only reason I wasn’t lying on my back was because I was clinging to him.

When I pressed my head against his chest, he kissed the top of my head.

I rolled my hips against his and moved a little faster, trying to encourage him. I felt him chuckle, and he did move a little faster, but not much.

He stayed slow and tender and when it was clear I was coming he kept the slow pace, but f.ucked me deeper and came not long after me.

“you ok darling?” Jax asked while I was still getting my breath back. I nodded smiling.

He picked me up, carrying me to the makeshift bed, and lay me gently down in it.

He had never held me after s**x before unless I asked, but this time he did. He pulled me against him until I was cuddled up against his chest and delicately ran his fingers up and down my spine until I fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I had been sleeping when I was woken by strange noises.

It sounded muffled along with the sound of chains rattling, it was strange enough that I got up to investigate.

I slowly came out of the old manager’s room that we used to use as our temporary bedroom before I joined the pack, and made my way down the dark hallway until I was in the middle of the warehouse.

I had to blink a few times to check that what I was seeing was real and not some messed up nightmare, but no, I was definitely awake as I saw Jax completely covered in blood, a knife in his hands and a smirk on his face at the person chained up…my mother.

“Jax! What the hell are you doing!” I screamed.

I ran up to my mother while Jax looked at me frowning and said, “I thought you would want this?”

I looked at him incredulous and answered, “why on earth would you ever think this is what I would want, get her down, NOW!”

He was still frowning at me as if I were the crazy one, but he went over to her and unwrapped the chains on the pillar that had her up so high her feet weren’t touching the floor, then he let her drop hard onto the floor in a heap.

I rushed to her side and took the chains off her wrists and removed the gag in her mouth.

“My baby, what has happened to you, you have been seduced by the devil and are truly lost to me now,” my mother cried out to me.

“No, mom, I’m still me, please let me take you home.”

When Jax moved, mother’s eyes jerked to him, and she shivered in fear and hissed, “stay away from me, demon!”

Jax laughed and replied, “you have no idea, lady.”

He stopped laughing when I glared at him, but never quite managed to remove the smirk from his face.