Page 7 of Knot Enough
I grunted and crossed my arms, waiting for the explanation. Oak slipped his hands into his pockets and kept his gaze fixed on his chin. “She’s the one who took Ox and Kim from us.”
My shoulders jerked as if he’d slapped me. Rath’s nostrils flared, and he breathed hard. I could hear the grinding of his teeth.
Took them. . .
The ball in my stomach expanded, a living pain that had been inside me ever since my brother passed.
A pain traveled up my jaw and settled at my temple with a throb. It wasn’t Rath gritting his teeth—it was me.Thisslip of a girl was the reason for all my torment. The reason I had to take over as Alpha when it was never a desire of mine?
Tears trembled on her long eyelashes, and she wouldn’t stop shaking.
She fucked all of us over.
The Omega bitchshouldbe scared after taking everything from us. Her shoulders twitched, and the quiver moved downuntil her entire body trembled. She should fear us after what she’d done.
Life as she knew it was over with. She wouldn’t know the luxury of being an Omega. She would only know suffering. She sniffled and pushed to sit up, the chain around her neck clanking with her movement.
The instinct living inside me urged me to help her sit up. Alphas were hardwired to care for omegas, at the very least, not harm them, but it would be easy to ignore the urge now that I knew who she was.
Her breasts pumped up and down, the jiggle of the flesh inciting my body. Blood spiked to my cock and it thickened within my slacks, causing the material to tighten. Her gaze dropped to the bulge in my pants, and her throat moved with an audible swallow. Her big brown eyes flared. With a single stride, I was at her side, my cock heavy in my pants. I needed to fuck.
No, I needed a female. I peered into her face.
Her wet lips parted and her long eyelashes grew damp from the moisture sheening her eyes—and yet her thick thighs clenched.
I rolled my cuffs, baring my forearms. She was the reason everything had fallen apart. She was why Kim and Lennox were gone.
She will be punished for her sins.
Her gaze hadn’t left me, and electricity coated my skin from my packmates behind me. She cringed further and further into the cell until her spine flattened against the brick wall. Her chains noisily dragged against the floor. I allowed her the false sense of safety and strode over to her with slow steps. Crouching, I plucked at the front of the ripped sweater covering her body. Her bitter scent spiked and sent a shiver up my spine.
Had my packmates been afraid in their last moments?
She cringed back so quickly she smacked her head against the stone with a wet thud. I reached forward and hooked my finger into the collar of her shirt. She flinched. Pitiful, weak thing. She deserved all of this and more. Her hands slapped against my forearms, fighting against my grip as she panted.
With a twist of my wrist, I tore the rest of the threads using my finger to split the slice in her sweater. I tore it wider until the shirt and purple bra gaped at her front, clinging from her shoulders. I ripped through the front, and it wilted open. She cried out at the graze of my claw against her skin. A thin red line bloomed where I’d sliced into her skin.
I wasn’t used to the umber color of her brown nipples. Curves made up her body, plush curves that would cradle me in softness . . .
She lifted her arms to her breasts, hiding herself away. I bared my teeth. My cock reacted with a painful twitch. Fucking cunt. How dare she make me want her? I slipped my finger into the waist of her jeans, and with a hard pull, the threads ruptured. She screamed, huddling against the wall.
More of her smooth brown flesh was exposed despite her attempt to hide herself. A tremble coasted over her body, and her eyes flashed with anger and confusion.
This was just the start of everything I would do.
“This is just the beginning,” I whispered. Her eyes flared wider. I plucked her ankles, stretching them out flat. She fought, kicked, and writhed, but there was no point. I managed to pin her bare body under me. I sat on her thighs, my weight keeping her from kicking or bucking. I wrapped my hands around her wrists and slammed them down. Her large breasts heaved, and my cock stiffened.
Her parted lips and breathy pants swelled lust forward.
Fuck this Omega. My attraction was purely biological. Screwing her would satiate this need, but I wouldn’t give in.
I grazed my nails along her bare, rounded belly. Her shoulders jerked, and she stared up at me with a sheen to her eyes.
“Pleas—”
“Silence,” I hissed, stopping her mid-word. As soon as she’d started to speak, the soft plea battered against my anger.
Her lips pressed together, forming a thin line, but she continued to tremble. “Don’t move an inch.”
