Page 68 of Welcome to Bone Town

My hand slides firmly around his throat. I test the waters a little, sliding it up until my fingertips hit right below his jaw, then pressing upward to safely reduce his airflow. My strokes have slowed, but Archer still frantically pumps his cock, deliciously pathetic noises scraping from his throat around my fingers.

Fuck, I’m nearly in a rut and it isn’t even my omega causing it. He’s so goddamn tight, squeezing the life out of my cock as I slam into him once more. Cora screams out another orgasm, the sound demanding my attention.Thrusts never faltering, I whisper in Archer’s ear. “Watch our omega come, baby. Do you think she’s clamping down on Jax’s cock as hard as you’re gripping mine?”

Archer moans, but his eyes stay locked on the trio. Jax pulls our omega up so her back is plastered against his chest, much the same position I have Archer in. Roman pumps his cock over them both, roaring out his release as thick jets of cum cover Cora’s breasts. Jax reaches around, grabbing her tits and smearing the cum everywhere as he slams home. Cora goes over the edge as Jax loses his battle and knots her, groaning as he fills her pussy.

“Ahh!” Archer screams out as he comes into his palm.

I couldn’t stop my orgasm if I tried. I guess my beta is about to discover why they call me Bear. Two more thrusts, and I shove deep into Archer’s ass, stopping just shy of my knot. I explode with a roar that shakes the temple walls.

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Cora’s moans wake me. She’s got her ass in the air and her mouth around Jax’s cock. Bear curls around me, still asleep like Roman, who’s a few feet away snoozing. My muscles ache from the cold stone floor. I should have grabbed some of the fabric scraps before we got started.

Some beta I am. How will I prove I deserve a place in this pack if I fail in taking care of them during their omega’s heat?

Well, maybe I can make up for it now.

When I stand up, Bear opens his eyes. He must see Cora, ‘cause he sucks in a breath and groans, “Omega.”

She reaches for him, and soon they’re a tangle of bodies. I squint and adjust my glasses. The room is darker. Why is it darker? The lenses are thoroughly smudged, but that’s not what’s making it hard to see. Behind Cora and her alphas, the red pool is gone. No, not gone. There’s still a soft glow from where it was, but it’s muted.

Stepping around everyone carefully, I walk to the edge of what was a full basin. The water is no longer right at the lip, giving the illusion that it’s part of the floor. It’s draining, fast, taking with it our one natural light source and only water supply—if it’s even drinkable. Jax swam through it and didn’t die, but without Jax’s supplies we can’t test it for potability.

“We’ve gotta get out of here,” I say, for what seems like the hundredth time. But no one’s listening. Their moans and grunts fill the air, as thick as their scents.

I find the flashlight next to our discarded clothes and shine it into the pool. There’s only a small puddle of water left. The only thing I can think of is that Cora must have triggered something when she picked up the necklace. Nothing happened immediately after she took it from the pedestal, but it was naive of us not to assume there wasn’t a booby trap there, as well.

“Fuck, guys!” No one answers me. I flash the light at the rest of the group. Bear is lying on his side behind Cora, holding one leg open wide so he can thrust deeply into her from behind. I’m glad I had the foresight to clean us up before I dozed off, because I have a strong feeling hygiene isn’t a priority for any of them at the moment.

Roman is awake now, on his knees near Cora’s head, feeding his cock into her waiting mouth. Jax is watching, touching himself, when suddenly he dives down to suck Cora’s clit even as Bear slams into her. All three alphas are entirely absorbed in their omega. And I don’t blame them. Cora looks like the goddess from those illustrations. She’s pleasurepersonified.

I want to go to them and slip between her and Bear. Maybe she’d suck me off while she rides Bear’s massive knot. The need to give in makes my already hard cock weep, but we can’t stay here. My mouth is dry, dehydration already setting in after all the fluids we lost.

I flick the flashlight on and off repeatedly, trying to get their attention. “We need to leave!”

Grunts of annoyance follow my proclamation, but nothing more. They barely notice me. They probably wouldn’t even know if I left.

I guess that’s exactly what I’m good for as a beta. Betas aren’t ruled by their hormones like alphas and omegas are, we don't go into rut. It’s what makes us perfect heat assistants. Perhaps I can contribute now by going to get supplies. Clearing the path so that maybe I can convince them to leave once they satisfy the itch. If they ever do. I’ve never been with an omega in heat, but I can already tell this is different. Cora’s never had a heat, so it would stand to reason this one would take her body by storm.

She moans as I slip on my pants and pull my shirt over my head. She’s happy with her alphas. They’re happy with her. I’m not needed for this.

A twinge of hurt stabs at my chest, my heart constricting as I realize I’m yet again unneeded and forgotten. But I remind myself this is different. They do need me, just in a different way than Cora needs them right now.

And I should hurry. The light is almost completely gone. Without it, one of them could easily roll over the edge of the empty pool and hurt themselves. I quicklygather a bunch of random trinkets from around the room and spread them out along the edge of the pool. Hopefully, it’ll be enough that if they run into them or push one of them into the pool, the noise will keep them from rolling further, like rumble strips on a highway. I don’t know how deep alphas get into their ruts, but they certainly haven’t heard me yelling at them.

The door has no handle from this side either, but now that I know how to use the puzzle box, it shouldn’t be hard to open. Everything works just as it did before, but the door remains closed. I pull harder, but it barely budges.

“Fuck!” I throw my gaze to the ceiling. Why the hell won’t it open? That’s when I see the bolt. Some kind of deadbolt like contraption has fallen over the top of the door.

Now the pool draining makes sense. Lock the thief in and rob them of light and water. We’re gonna die just like that guard.

There’s a table to the right that’s made of stone rather than wood. It looks sturdy enough to stand on, if I can get it over here. Huffing and panting, I push the table an inch, another inch. Thankfully, I’ve always found working out to be a stress relief, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to move the table at all. Finally getting it close enough that I might be able to reach the deadbolt, I climb up on top.

The mechanism is simple, but difficult to reach. This would be a lot easier if Bear could help. I flash the light behind me. They don’t even flinch. In fact, Jax seems to preen under the attention, like it’s a spotlight instead of aflashlight. He flexes his abs and his ass as he continues to suck Cora’s clit while Bear pounds into her. His cock drips precum, and my mouth waters.

No, focus.

I grab a chest full of loose gems and use it as a step stool on top of the table. I still can’t reach. A rusted sword catches my eye in the corner. The light is almost completely gone now, so I run for it, then climb back up on the table. The metal holds as I wedge it along the bar that fell over the door. The weapon isn’t sharp enough to cut or do any damage, but I manage to use it as a lever, working the bolt up by increments until it locks back into its original position while I hold the flashlight in my mouth.

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