Page 16 of Prey for Me

“That’s a fairytale, and you know it, alpha! A fucking fantasy—” Nakoa cuts him off next.

“That you know isreal and look what you’ve fucking done! I let you put on that little show so she could heal, and maybe learn to heel, too, to our commands. But now you’ve gone and fucked up her hand,” he grits out through clenched teeth, tugging on his white bang before pushing it out of his handsome, furious face.

Leo gets off of Raphael, both of them detangling themselves, covered in purple bruises. He crawls to me, and grabs me before I can run, and I scream again, “Ahhh! Let go!”

“Did you break her ankle too, you psychopath?” Leo says. Leo! The man who was stabbing alphas left and right last night is calling someone a psychopath. Pot and kettle. They belong in the same pack.

“Of course not! You grabbed her too hard you fucking idiot. And I sucked out posion. She must have been bitten when she was running. I didn’t realize she would be that fast. Thought we would catch her before she ever got to the forest. She probably hurt her ankle then, too,” Raphael barks, but as I look up at him, he doesn’t look certain.

I know he didn’t crush my ankle when he took me to the ground. He cushioned the fall, as absurd as that is to admit. It’s probably a delayed reaction from jerking too hard before I tumbled off the waterfall. However, I don’t care to clear things up, as it seems to be getting to Leo and Raphael, and angering their leader—dividingthem. Good! Divide and conquer is a strategy, right? I hope it hurts them somewhere in the hole where they should have a soul to hurt me. Maybe they’ll kill each other and save me the trouble.

Nakoa levels a venomous glare at Raphael, which makes the big, tall, strong alpha wilt.

“Doesn’t matter who did it, you’re both at fault regardless. Leo, you’re usually faster than this, and let her slip away. Raphael, you didn’t use that empty socket where your brain should be,” supreme jackass with the curly shoulder-length black hairsnorts, before Nakoa casts his concerned gaze to me. “Fuck! And her scent! How long has she been in heat? A week? Why the fuck is it still so strong? If anything, it smells stronger now!”

Leo narrows his eyes, breathing deeply as he gets up and circles me, appraising me, before he whispers, “It was fading when I brought her to you, alpha. I don’t know why it’s come back with a vengeance.”

Slowly, I stand up with Leo’s help, Raphael clenching and unclenching his fists near us, but not moving to help as well. Once I’m standing, Leo grabs my hand, the one not currently sporting double bitemarks, and I yank it away. Nakoa snaps, and I turn to him, wanting to growl, but going slack-jawed instead.

“Doesn’t matter. Come to me, omega. Kneel for me, Grace. Lie down on your back and spread your legs. We’ll heal that ache, slowly this time… No punishment involved. Be a good girl for us,” my pack alpha demands in a deceivingly gentle tone.

He floods the air with pheromones, and my knees almost buckle. I fight against the command, every instinct in my body telling me to obey, to get on my knees, lift my ass, and present. My chest heaves, and I dig my nails into my palms to stay sane. But it doesn’t last long. Nakoa stares at me, eyebrows lifting in surprise before his eyes droop, hooded and soft. Maybe there’s pride in those fathomless eyes, or maybe he’s pleased it’ll be a challenge to break me.

“Present,” he growls, and this time, I can’t fight the toxic combination of his pheromones, my heat, and my alpha’s command.

So much so, I stumble forward into Nakoa’s strong embrace. I can’t fight him off as he sweeps me up into my arms, holds me close, his impressive imprint grinding into my stomach. My skin feels hot and sticky, and fear worse than I’ve ever felt explodes inside my chest as he reaches between my legs.

Please, not like this! Not with me begging for it!

But who am I kidding? My prayers have never been answered before, so why would anyone start answering them now?

“Good girl. Cum for us so you’re ready to take our knot,” he whispers, stroking my wet pussy lips through my panties.

Up close, I can see his five o’clock shadow, eyes dilated, a soft grumble rumbling through his broad chest. I squeeze his forearms, his brown skin so many shades darker than my own. A finger slips inside, long, calloused, andthick,and I clench around it. He licks my neck, but doesn’t mark me. He kisses my chin and stares at my lips, but I turn away. I don’t want him to kiss me. I don’t have to pretend we’re anything more than predator and prey as I come undone.

And come undone I do, shaking, pussy quaking as he pumps two fingers inside of me, while his tumb makes a mess of my throbbing clit. When he’s finished, he pulls out and holds me at arm's length. As he lets go, I watch him, panting, as he licks up my slick and cum with an expression of purse exctasy.

“Her scent,” I hear Raphael choke out. “Her pheremones. They’re too… They shouldn’t…”

But they are, and I know why. I know what this feeling is, and this feverish desire. I’m going into heatagain,and at the same time, I’m about to be held captive by three feral alphas who will claim me while they fuck their knots into me without mercy, because I’m sending them into rut. In twenty-three years, I’ve never had a single heat. And now, in a little over a week, I’m having back-to-back heats. It makes no sense, but the truth is plain to see, to smell, and to feel pounding through me.

In other words, I’m fucked in more ways than one.

“Yes…,” Nakoa whispers, after he finishes licking his fingers like it was the most delicious treat to taste me. “We won’t have much time then. Too many of our pack are on edge. She’ll send all of us into rut, and then we’ll be in a civil war. No time to retreat. We fuck her here, mark her, and stop her delcious heat,”Raphael says, refusing to look at me, canines looking sharper than they did a moment ago.

They talk amongst each other as I sway, loosing my mind slowly to my baser instincts as their pheromones get thicker and thicker along with the imprints of their cocks, Nakoa’s impressive length is swinging freely like it was in the warehouse. There they go again, negotiating over me like a piece of meat, where I get no say. I won’t stand for it. Well, at this rate, I’ll fall, but I’ll remain indignant. When their murmuring comes to an end, they’ve seemed to agree to make sure I’m protected, something that binds us together…

“…Forever. Now cum for us, little white rabbit,” Raphael says, leaning down to brush his lips against my neck. When did he get so close to me?

“Submit to your alphas, omega,” Leo continues, closing in on me, with Nakoa not far behind.

Neveris what I want to say, but my heat is burning me up from the inside out. I can’t stop it, but I won’t submit without some leverage. I’m desperte for dick, but not yet dumb enough to not try and get an upper hand. I twist in the pack alpha’s arms when he ceases me, until he lets go. Leo, Raphael, and Nakoa circle me, a mixture of emotions clouding their stern expression.

I have nothing left to loose and everything to gain from an alliance with them. I can’t survive in paradise alone. It’s either die out there by someone elses hand or my own. They may be standing in the way of my freedom, but somehow, paradoxical, they’re my only hope/ticket.

It’s no different than before,I lie to myself.They can hold my body captive, but never my heart.

I suck in my breath, and then I lift my skirt and yank down my painties smeared in the evidence of my fall from grace.

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