Page 5 of Wild Omega

The satin smothering my nose lifts, the fabric darkened with my snot and tears. I gasp. The voices in my head fade. I’m dying.

Ray’s cruel words filter through the fog. “Maybe it’s time to bring one of the other omegas in for the job.”

Sweet O-18 tied to the table and forced? Or that precious boy omega? O-9’s silky black hair tangling with spit and sweat? They don’t deserve this. None of us do, but at least I’m trained to endure. I’m stronger than they are.

I stop fighting. “Please,” I whisper. The rest of the words evaporate on my tongue. Please don’t hurt them. Please come find me, alphas. I don’t even know who I’m talking to; I just want it all to go away.

“That’ll do,” Ray says roughly, dragging my loosened knees apart.

I sob with bitter relief as his cock plunges inside my blazing pussy and I clench around him. It feels so good and so fucking despicable at the same time. I loathe heat fever.

Ray groans as he sinks deep, and my haze scent goes wild. “Pin her.”

A rattle sounds near my head. “Please don’t,” I whimper. I sound like a fucking crybaby, but that metallic clinking dissolves all my resistance.

Bitch One ignores me and pulls a hypodermic needle out of the tray. “Hold her,” she orders.

Bitch Two forces my shoulders down and wraps a restraining strap around my throat. I’m pierced at both ends; one by an unforgivable alpha, and the other by betas who sell my haze so they can live like tycoons. Scum-of-the-earth.

The thin metal stings near my clavicle as it delves into my skin to find the haze glands hidden beside the bone, and I yelp. I’m tied up so tight, all I can do is turn my face away as the yellowish liquid slides into the canister; my omeganess draining away.

“Hush, ‘Lev, it’s not so bad,” Ray croons. “If it’s any consolation, alpha scents get harvested these days, too.”

His words blur through the pain, but I hate how good his voice sounds. Those soft groans soothe my ears, and his licorice scent melts into a kind of bitter dessert fudge.

You know you’ve fucking lost it when even licorice smells good. His fingers dig into my thighs as he thrusts deep inside, making my breath catch. Each stroke slides through my slick, scratching an internal itch. But not satisfying enough.

“At least give me your knot,” I mutter, rage thickening my voice.

He slides his fingers up my bare hips, thumbs massaging the curves. “You know I can’t do that, pet.”

“They’ll cut you to shreds,” I promise darkly, straining against the restraints.

“Oh, do you mean your alphas?” He thrusts again, punishing my snark by teasing his knot against my body, and I cry out as my back arches off the table with need.

“Yes,” I gasp. My fingers quiver with the need to hold something, and one of the bitches slips a cushion into my grip. Fuck them. Fuck this hellhole.

“I’m sure they will, but you’re forgetting something.” Ray tilts my hips, getting better purchase. His breath comes faster, lacing his tone with a raw need. “You’re forgetting they don’t know where you are. No one does.”

His words make the ache in my chest explode, devouring my body and my hope. Heat fever detonates over me in all its infernal glory, stripping away rational thought. I’m an irrational creature of lust, driven by my needs. An omega in heat.

“Shit, her glands are filling again.” The nurse pulls out another syringe.

“Knot,” I beg shamelessly. Why was I even resisting? It’ll feel so good, like cold water plunged on this raging fire. My chest heaves with my gasped breaths.

“Fuck,” Ray groans, edging me. “Not yet, pet.”

Tears run down my cheeks and into my ears, irritating and wet. “Now. Please. Please give it to me!”

Ray growls, fingers digging into my waist. “Fuck, when she begs this sweetly, you’d never know she’s a wild freak.” His words have no meaning for me. All that matters is him withholding the cure for this devouring, painful inferno.

Pain pricks my shoulder again, and I whine. Just go away and let me enjoy myself, since I’m cursed to live in an omega’s body. But I can’t. This dark room closes me in with my merciless captors, trapping me in a half state where I’m forced to watch while they take vial after vial of my haze while this fucker of an alpha edges me until my sanity shatters and foam runs from my mouth.

“I’ll die. I’ll die,” I pant, choking as my froth and jagged breaths compete to use my throat. “You fucking bastard! If you’re gonna steal my haze, at least give me your weak-ass knot! Fuck! I need it, Ray, or I’ll die!”

He chuckles. “Come on, pet. You haven’t died yet in all these years, so what’s one more?” Ray lifts my knee for better purchase, still fucking into my pussy. That’s the key to unlocking the golden goose, after all. Good fucking D, with no knot.

An entire colony of fire ants march along my collarbone, biting and stinging and trampling my skin as the needle pricks over and over. I’ll be bruised black for days.

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