Page 4 of Wild Omega

“You got here just in time, Ray,” Bitch Two says, heading for the side bench to do first aid on his scratched arms.

“She seems extra feisty today,” Ray remarks, slinging me onto the padded table and holding me down.

Bitch One locks my wrist in a cuff, squeezing the leather cruelly tight. “One of the long-term omegas changed hands this week.”

I spit at her, and she backhands my face, leaving my skin stinging and more flushed than before.

“Easy now,” Ray says, his voice anything but soothing as he locks my other hand in a cuff. “You don’t want to sour the product.” The padding folds in nicely around my body, and I hate it for offering even an inkling of comfort.

I sneer at the alpha. “For the record, I’m as sour as can be.”

He smirks and runs his thumb up my thigh, collecting my slick and bringing it to his nose. “Pain is a whole different ball game, pet. Although, you seem to like things rough.”

I don’t want to see it, but a tent grows in his pants and fuck if I’m not interested in those trousers coming off. That’s the problem with being an omega in heat. The body doesn’t listen to a word the brain says. And I despise nothing more than the fact my pussy aches for his cock and knot even though I don’t want to be within a thousand miles of him. Or here.

“I hate you!” I snarl.

He nods. “I’m sure. But hate fucking is fun too.” He leans over me, and the disgusting scent of his licorice musk settles in my nose. No one likes licorice.

I sneer. “Then go back to your shitty swamp and do it with your ogre pack!” The more I talk, the less I think about what’s clinking in the kidney-shaped bowl Bitch Number Two places near my head.

Ray chuckles and drops his nose to my collarbone—while holding my throat to keep out of reach of my teeth. The chunk I took from his right earlobe a year ago was enough of a lesson for him to be cautious. If I get the chance, I’ll make the other side match. Or his nose. I’m not fussy.

Unfortunately, his alpha smog this close to my nose makes my pussy go wild and slick rolls down my thighs in thick gushes.

“She’s ready,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “Aren’t you, pet?”

I want to say no, but my whines betray me. I pant, the heat burning through my body and scorching away my sanity. “Go away,” I mutter lamely as my leg presses harder against his body. Just one little feel.

He strokes my calves, my blazing heat scent bringing out the alpha in him. The rotten sort, because he should protect me instead of helping them.

“Want some pillows, Eleven?” Bitch Number One asks cruelly, stacking small cushions around me.

I thrash, trying to free myself. “No! Get rid of them!” I shout.

But she ignores me. The silky glide of fabric against my skin heightens my need for touch, and I whine piteously. Fucking bastards.

“Ray—” The traitorous plea slips through my panting lips. I tug against my restraints, trying to free myself before my skin catches on fire.

The alpha’s hands tighten around my thighs, thumbs dangerously close to the inferno. “Go ahead, pet. Tell me what you need.”

I clamp my teeth together. I won’t ask.

He runs his hands up my thigh creases, triggering a fresh batch of twitches. The floodgates of slick burst open. Ray massages my soaked underwear, taking his time as he rolls them down my legs. He isn’t in a rush. They’ll have me for three days, sucking on me like leeches.

“Nothing to say, ‘Lev? Don’t be shy. I know you want this alpha cock.” He steps away, into my side view.

It’s a mistake to look, I know it is, but my gaze drop as he shucks off his clothes to reveal his erection. I whimper. My jaw aches from how tightly I’m locking my teeth together. If I beg for it, they can claim it was consensual, but an omega in heat will say anything to get a knot. Everyone knows that.

“Come on, ‘Lev, play nice. Or else I’ll have to let them at you.” Ray drags his naked body up my legs.

I cry. I’m not proud of myself, but my heats are the only time I can’t control the tears. Can’t control a damn thing. “Fuck off!” I hiss. “Go bury yourself down the shitter with the other turds!”

Ray chokes.

“Maybe you just need a little more nest environment,” Bitch One says, dragging pillows closer to my face. I turn away, the shivers wracking my body, but still I refuse.

The dim red lights in the room blot out as she covers my face with a pillow. I scream and thrash my head around, but I can’t escape. Oxygen hemorrhages out of my cells and I arch as my lungs burn me from the inside out. Fucking vultures! One day, I swear I’ll get my revenge. If I survive.

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