Page 91 of Bully for Sale
Ezer opened his mouth to call for help, but Braden said, “Don’t bother. I know you’re alone here. Ned’s family has always kept a distressingly low number of staff, don’t you think? Bet you’re regretting that right about now.”
Ezer swallowed, and his tongue was dry.
“Ned’s been holding out on us at school,” Braden said, casually. “Refusing to talk to us, telling us nothing. But no one goes absent from school that long without consequences, not unless there’s an omega in heat involved.”
Ezer’s throat spasmed. He could barely breathe. He’d assumed that Ned had told everyone at school the story about being the hero alpha to handle Ezer’s surprise heat. Though he supposed it shouldn’t be too unexpected that Ned had simply offered no explanation, and no excuses. That was like him, too.
Braden opened the gate and crossed the threshold. “What happened, Cocksleeve? Did you realize he was in love with you, and you figured that by letting him knot and breed you, he’d save you from your miserable, shitty life?”
The babies kicked hard inside.
“Or did you go into heat early, like so many trash omegas do, and he was the closest alpha when the time was right? Serendipity and all that.”
Ezer’s jaw felt wired shut. He wanted to yell, to call for help, even if there was no one in the house, maybe a neighbor might hear. But his throat wouldn’t cooperate. He remembered rough hands on him, holding him in the dirt, and Ned’s foot on his chest. He remembered the way Braden had tugged on his pants, getting them down, trying to…
Not taking his eyes off Braden, Ezer felt around the table for the tablet Ned had given him. It wasn’t there. He must have left it down in the nest when grabbing the workbook.
Braden drew up along the table, loomed over Ezer and took one long, deep inhale. “You smell amazing. Always have. I wonder why? Never thought I’d like to fuck trash until you came along, and since then I’ve wanted to find out what’ll make you squeal. I’ve got a good imagination, but it’s never as good as the real thing.”
Ezer choked.
“And now you’re all round with a baby and sexier than ever. Do your nipples leak yet? Do you let Ned have a taste? Suppose I have a suck and see what I get, what do you say?”
Ezer’s head swam.
“How will Ned feel after I’ve used you? He won’t mind if I sample that ass and leave a deposit of alpha semen to ease you through the long day without him home, will he? It’d be like a favor right?” He smirked. “The babe won’t know the difference between his cum and mine. You’ll like it, too. I promise.” He reached out to touch Ezer’s chin.
Ezer knocked his hand away. “Don’t touch me.”
“Oh, look at you, still have some fight in you? That’s sweet. Ned clearly hasn’t been doing his job properly. You should be bending over to offer me your hole by now.” Braden’s lips twisted. “But I like a challenge.”
“I will kill you.”
“Kill me?” Braden leaned close. Ezer could feel his breath on his face. “With what? Your glares? Your weak little arms?”
Ezer lunged, aiming for Braden’s throat, but he wasn’t fast or strong enough. Somehow, he ended up with his back to Braden’s front, one arm twisted behind him, and Braden’s hand on his throat. He felt exposed and vulnerable, his rounded belly sticking out and his groin unprotected. His heart pounded, his vision swam, and his stomach shifted wildly as the babies wrestled.
“I’m going to bend you over this table,” Braden said in his ear, “and teach you a thing or two about being fucked. Make some slick, Cocksleeve, while you still have a chance.”
To Ezer’s horror, his body obeyed. He didn’t know if it was the scent of Braden’s alpha pheromones, or the dread of what was to come, but his body produced a rush of slick, even as his eyes filled with tears. He struggled, but Braden was stronger than he was, and ruthless, too. He dug his fingers into Ezer’s neck and squeezed.
“Go on and pass out,” Braden encouraged. “Wake up with my dick in your ass. You’ll be aware for enough of it. It’ll be a good message to Ned, won’t it? He’s too egotistical these days. Thinks he can ignore me? Deny me what I want? I’m a fucking Tenmeter, and I can justtake it.”
Ezer was forced over the table, his chest against it, his stomach taut with gravity and still moving with the agitation of the babes. He felt their reaction to his fear, and it amplified his terror. Struggling just earned him a smack on his ass so hard that tears fell down his cheeks.
“Get ready for a real alpha cock. I’ve got a thick one,” Braden said, opening his pants. Ezer felt the hot, slick head of Braden’s dick on his buttocks. He fought again and earned another harsh slap to his already smarting ass cheek.
“Please,” Ezer whimpered. “Don’t. Please. Stop.” He hadn’t meant to beg. But the words tumbled from his mouth all the same. “Please don’t do this—” Braden’s cockhead touched his hole. “Oh, fuck. Please! No!”
Braden pushed lightly, testing his entrance. Ezer braced himself.
“What the fuck is going on here?” an unfamiliar and deadly-dark voice came from the living room of the house. “Get your hands off him. Now.”
Braden flinched and then raised his hands, backing away from Ezer.
Flicking his gaze up, Ezer saw a tall, bearded alpha with dark eyes and an enraged expression standing beside a handsome, young, shocked-looking omega with a baby in his arms. The baby started wailing.
The babies inside Ezer kicked angrily. His knees went weak, and he collapsed to the rough concrete. Braden stood there, cock out, eyes wide, and a terrified expression on his face.
