Page 40 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

He spat on the ground and then grabbed me by the throat. “You’ll be begging to bond with us once your heat comes. Until then, you’re going to learn how to act like a good omega.”

He closed the door, turning a key and locking me in. I growled my frustration and pulled my hands as hard as I could, but they wouldn’t budge.

I heard him chuckle as he headed back down the stairs, then the sound of his voice on the phone.

“John, you’re never going to believe what I found…”

Ihad writhed and wriggled myself into a tired so deep I couldn’t fight it any longer and fell asleep soon after my capture.

I was woken up with a slap, yelping in pain and surprise to find three men now standing around the bed, their pupils blown and mouths salivating. Next to my captor was a bald man, his face covered in a thick beard. He was large, his muscles threatening to bust through his work shirt.

The third man also appeared to be in his fifties, tall and gangly with a greasy comb-over. He sat down next to me, hands hovering over my naked body. The blanket had long been taken away from me.

“Paul, you weren’t exaggerating. She’s a beaut,” he said. His fingers lightly grazed my collarbone, and he leaned into my neck and inhaled deeply. “I’ve never smelled anything so sweet in my life.”

“Let me go!” I screamed. “This isn’t right. I have a pack!”

“Shut your mouth!”

The alpha’s command robbed me of my voice, but I was able to still release a pathetic sounding whimper.

The three men simultaneously groaned, grabbing their crotches. “Fuck, my dick hasn’t been this hard in years,” said the third one.

Paul, my captor, grinned. “It’s fate, I tell ya. All these years, saving myself for an omega, and one finally just shows up on my doorstep. Naked as the day she was born.”

The thin man’s hand traced down my chest, slowly circling my breasts. His touch made me sick. “When’s her heat coming? I’ve always wanted to experience a true omega heat.”

I pulled at the restraints again. When my wolf woke up, he was first. “I’m going to rip your fucking throats out.”

Paul’s hand rose to strike me, but the larger man growled, pushing him against the wall. “Don’t you touch her like that. Don’t you know anything?”

Paul sneered. “Bitch needs to learn her place.”

The thin man next to me sighed. “She’s an omega. All cute little bark and no bite. You really that threatened right now? She’s naked and tied to your bed. What’s she going to do?” He turned his attention towards me. “Don’t worry about him, we’ll get him in line. What do you like to eat? I’ll get you whatever you want.”

I weighed my options. The large one was protective and didn’t like the way Paul was treating me. The thin guy didn’t like it either, but he certainly wasn’t against touching me without my consent.

They didn’t seem smart enough to knowingly play a good cop/bad cop routine, which meant I needed to use their group dynamic to build a wedge.

I sniffled, turning to look at the thin guy. “What’s your name?”

He smiled, his teeth yellow and crooked. “I’m Greg. What’s yours?”

“Marlowe,” I said softly, batting my eyelashes. “Could I just have a coffee? With cream and sugar?”

His hand brushed the hair out of my face while he looked longingly into my eyes. “Anything for you.”

Paul grumbled. “She told me she took it black.”

Greg snapped back. “That’s because she doesn’t trust you, dumbass! Marlowe,” he purred, looking back at me. “John will stay up here and keep you company while Paul and I get your coffee. You sure you don’t need anything else?”

I shook my head and smiled. “No, thank you.”

Paul shuffled out angrily and Greg followed, leaving John and me alone. His hands were balled into fists at his sides, and he eyed the door before he came around and took Greg’s place on the bed. “I’m real sorry about this. You gotta understand though, we’ve never had an omega before. We thought you’d gone extinct or something.”

He chuckled softly and then his face became serious. “We can’t lose our one chance to be happy. But we’ll make you happy, too. And don’t worry about Paul. I won’t let him touch you like that again.”

His sweaty, meaty hands gently grazed my cheek, and I leaned into his touch. A shudder ran through his body, and he composed himself as he withdrew.

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