Page 25 of Hangman's Knot
She whimpers, arching her neck for him. "Please, alpha..."
Julius looks back and forth between them, looking uncertain. His voice sounds hesitant when he seeks out confirmation from her. "You want Luke here, sweetheart? Or do you want him to give us some space?"
Luke rumbles at him in warning, crawling on top of her in her nest and rubbing his whole body against hers like a contented cat.
She feels her whole body relax at that, can smell the contented omega pheromones leaking out of her now under his care. It feels like he scratches an itch she didn't even know she had.
"I'll take care of the little omega," Luke rumbles. "If she wants."
Her head is nodding before she can even think to formulate a response. Yes, she wants him to keep doing what he's doing. She feels like he's playing her body like an instrument that he's already long since mastered.
His rumbling turns to a contented purr, and then it really is like being cuddled by a giant overgrown cat.
"Spread your legs," he says, and without thought she obeys. He adjusts her, tugging on her limbs and adjusting the fabric until only her legs are out of her jumpsuit while her arms and torso are still tucked securely inside.
Then he strips himself naked so she has a full view of his thick weeping cock and the rippling muscles stacked on top of each other from his thick neck all the way down to his feet. He's hairier than the others too, and it sparks something primal inside her.
"Snuggle into your nest, little omega. I'm going to take such good care of you." She wraps her blanket around her upper half, breathing the scent deeply into her lungs. It smelled like her, and like safety. But it smelled like them as well. And that smelled safe too.
When he fucks her, it feels like he's claiming her. She burrows deeper into her nest and he follows, his earthy alpha scent pervading throughout the whole thing.
She doesn't know how many times she comes from his deep, feral thrusting, but when he finally reaches his own release, he pulls out quickly, jerking himself off rapidly so ropes of his cum spray across her body and the blankets. He quickly buries himself back inside her, his knot resting at her entrance as he wrings out the last ropes of his release into her body.
Afterwards, he rumbles contentedly at what he's done,snuggling her into her small nest of blankets that now smelled perfect. "This will help," he says, as if he's solved a problem for them.
"What will help? Jizzing all over her nest?" Julius is sniping, his cock still evidently hard in his pants where he is crouching hesitantly at the edge of the blankets, as if he doesn't know if he's allowed in.
"It'll make her feel safe," Luke says, as if the answer is obvious.
Julius snorts out a disgusted sound and then straightens and heads back to his work bench, Luke following after cuddling her for a few more minutes.
And as she lays there watching them, Eden realizes how correct he was. Luke's scent surrounds her now, laced through her nest in a way that makes her feel undeniably protected and cared for.
It is a claim, one she didn't realize she wanted so badly until he gave it to her. Just like when he brought her to his pack, where they kept her warm and cared for and safe.
But she's an omega in a prison full of aggressive alphas who haven't seen a woman in years, so safety can only last so long.
Chapter Nine
Eden
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There's eight alphas surrounding the three of them. She doesn't like those odds, but she's seen Luke go up against more than that singlehandedly and win. But then she sees the sawed-off piece of metal pipe in their hands. And her blood freezes in her veins.
They surround the three of them, the stink of aggressive alpha pheromones rising in the air around them, choking her. The men look at her with twisted hunger and she can feel their malicious intent rolling off of them in waves, the same as they had on that first day.
She was no stranger to violence. She had grown up in bad neighbourhoods, had worked in a school full of ten-year-old kids who were already blooded gang members. But this was different. There was nowhere to run, and suddenly, faced with the possibility of Luke or Julius getting injured, the stakes felt impossibly high.
Her alphas, for their own part, don't seem scared at all. Their faces harden and they shift her so she's nestled between their backs as they close in around her in a practiced motion. They've done this before, she thinks.
She suddenly realizes she has no idea who these men once were outside this place, what lives they've lived, but even still, she trusts them with her life.
"Eden," Julius is speaking out of the side of her mouth so only she could hear him. "Stay behind us. And as soon as you get the chance, I need you to run and find Tenor."
"There's no need to fight, fellas. I can see she's yours," one of them offers, his hands opening in a friendly gesture, even as their scents stay aggressive and challenging. "We can pay. We just want a taste for yourselves. We're happy to share. It's been a long time since we've seen an omega."
He makes eye contact with her. The man is tall, with greasy gunmetal gray hair and a weak chin. His smile reveals yellowing teeth. When he sees her shivering, his eyes flash. "I could be real good to you, little girl."
