Page 12 of Binding Breanna

“Fuck,” Mitchum gasps, letting his head fall back. “That feels unbelievable.”

And it does.

My toes curl and my abs tense.

Do all omegas like being used like this? Or is it just me? It can’t be normal to love this kind of depravity.

“I can feel every fucking inch of her.” Mitchum’s fingers curl into my hips and he pulls my body to him. Sparks fly and I arch my back. Pain sizzles across my skin as something pinches at my nipples. It has to be those clamps.

I hated it when Mitchum put them on me, but, right now, I love the way they feel.

“Look at all that cum pushing around your knot.” David stares between my legs, and Mitchum slams his hips forward. My orgasm is swift, barreling through me like a crashing wave.

My body writhes with the flood of ecstasy pumping through my veins. My thighs shake, and my vision blurs. I instantly feel drunk, my head lolling from one side to the other.

“She’s such a whore for you,” David hums and Mitchum pushes out a happy growl above me as my pussy continues to flutter. “Let me knot her again.”

I force myself to look at Mitchum. I hope he says yes. But the long-haired Alpha doesn’t answer. He simply thrusts harder, his eyes enraged as he stares back at me.

“It’s time.” David leans into Mitchum’s ear, whispering something else.

A shadow seems to cross Mitchum’s face as his pecs and biceps flex. Something like dread pools in my belly.

“What’s wrong?” I ask when Mitchum releases my hips. His hands slip up my sides, over my breasts, to my throat. He circles both hands around my neck, making me hiss. The raw flesh on my throat hurts. “Alpha?”

Mitchum squeezes, making my breath slow and my face flash hot. The excitement coils deep in my belly once again, and I can't help but moan.

“Do you want her on the floor?” David asks, staring intensely at my face. “We could both take her while you do this.”

“No.” Mitchum snaps, and his mighty hands grow tighter and tighter.A little too tight.

I grab his wrists. “St-op.” I struggle to get it out through my restricted airway. My excitement quickly fades, replaced by sharp fear. “Let,” I suck in a wheezing breath, “go.” I try to move, but it’s no use. The swing has me pinned beneath Mitchum's powerful body.

“Put her on the floor,” David says a little louder. “I want to fuck her, too.”

Mitchum ignores his mate, his face scrunching with rage as he completely cuts off my airway. I immediately swing my hands, smacking him in the chest and face. My vision begins to grow fuzzy, and my eyes bulge from the force he’s using. Panicked, I kick out at my restraints, trying like hell to get free.To my shock, one of my feet slips free, and the bulbous plug in my bottom slips out. It hits the carpet with a loud thud.

“Put her on the floor!” David shoves at Mitchum’s chest. The younger Alpha lets out a vicious growl, releasing me.

I cough and choke, sucking in as much air as I can, filling my lungs over and over again.

“You got to pop her cherry and bite her first!” Mitchum yells at his lover. “I get to fucking kill her!”

Shock tears through me, and for a second, I can’t move. Kill me? Did I hear him right? I can only stare, with my mouth hanging open.

“It’s only fair!” David shoves Mitchum again, this time making the younger Alpha stumble away from me. His cock slips free, and a gush of warm fluids pours from my pussy, splattering on the floor. “I’m the one that’s paying for everything!”

Mitchum’s face twists with rage and disgust. “Don’t you act like you don’t have a ton of fucking money to waste.”

David inches closer, pushing into the young Alpha’s space. His fists curl, and I reach for the strap wrapped around my other foot.

Moving quickly, I untangle my body from the swing, then pitch forward, falling face-first onto the rough carpet. Slick and cum cover the floor, making me recoil. But before I can move an inch, there’s a vicious growl and the sound of a fist connecting with someone’s face.

I flinch as punches fly, and then something falls and breaks. I let out a frightened yip, then move when feet stomp right next to me. I crawl to the only place I see to hide. Ducking my head, I tuck myself under the metal table, pushing my clothes and bag out of my way. I should have brought something to protect myself. A gun or a knife. Something!

The medical kit.

I grab my book bag, tugging it to me. My fingers tremble as I fumble with the zipper. “Calm down,” I whisper to myself when tears sting the backs of my eyes. Finally, I grip the zipper, and it slides easily. It only takes me a fraction of a second to get the kit and pop the lid off. I pull both needles out of the medical kit, holding them in one hand like a knife.

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