Page 160 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“You have an omega,” I say with disgust, twisting in his arms.
“So what, little pussy cat? You think that stops me having my fun elsewhere?” For a brief second, I feel sorry for Dr. Hannah. I can’t imagine how agonizing that must be. Not only knowing her alpha is with someone else but feeling every moment of it through their bond. The man is sick. But then so is Dr. Hannah. And frankly, she deserves all the torture she gets.
His free hand strokes up from my breasts. It wraps around my throat, his fingers curling over my chin, forcing their way into my mouth.
“I bet those hormones we plan to collect are even more potent when you’re coming. Maybe we’ll rut you through your heat as my omega collects all that priceless blood of ours. You’re going to make me a very rich man, Omega.” He scoffs. “Well, even richer. And happy too. I like the idea of two omegas now I come to think of it.”
His fingers are calloused against my tongue. I bite down hard on them but once again he doesn’t even flinch. Doesn’t even register when I sink my incisors deep into his skin.
“Ahh, I do like a pussy cat who puts up a fight. It makes this all the more entertaining. Do you want to run again, little cat? See how quickly I catch you this time? Catch you and drag you to the ground.”
I bite as hard as I can, jamming my teeth together, screaming with the effort.
I won’t let this happen. I will not let this happen.
My alphas are coming. I know they’re coming.
I close my eyes tight and will it. When I open them, I’m staring out at the ocean, flat as a pancake, calm and glittering in the setting sun.
Then I see it, cutting through the water like a knife. A speed boat.
My heart leaps in my chest. But I don’t show it. I don’t think this man has seen the boat yet. If it’s them – and it has to be, doesn’t it? – then I need to keep him distracted for as long as possible, so he doesn’t have a chance to call for backup.
Out here on the beach, it’s just us. His two alpha packmates, his omega and the psycho brother are somewhere behind us. I can smell them on the breeze, but they’re keeping their distance. Like they know not to interfere when this man is toying with his prey.
I can’t smell anyone else, no other guards, and I can’t see any either.
I make up my mind.
I swallow the vomit bubbling in my throat, and I suck on the man’s fingers. I suck and slurp on them like they’re lollipops and I’ve never tasted candy in my life.
He groans. “Ahhh, little pussy cat’s growing needy.”
“Hmmm,” I say, wiggling in his arms, grinding my ass against his cock.
“You want that, do you?” he says, his voice thick with desire. Good, if my heat drags him into a rut, he’ll make poor decisions. He’ll be too focused on me to even realize he’s being attacked from the sea. “You omegas are all the same. Claim you only want your forever pack, but you’re grinding against another alpha’s cock as soon as that heat strikes. You’d take any fucker’s cock, right now, wouldn’t you? Even fucking Peter’s.”
“No, Alpha,” I purr, watching as the boat drives across the ocean, coming closer and closer. “No, not any alpha. You.”
“Me, little pussy cat?” He draws his wet fingers out of my mouth and I feign a whimper. He drags them back down my throat and paws at my breast, squeezing them hard. It’s painful, not erotic, and I bet the scumbag has no idea how to please a woman. I bet he doesn’t even care if he does. “All this talk about your ass, but I think your tits are pretty fine too.”
“Micko!” a voice shouts out behind us. “Micko!!”
He ignores whoever’s calling to him, bending down to suck at my neck. The sensation makes me shudder with horror. “You taste good too.”
The boat skids into the shallows, the roar of the engine audible. Micko doesn’t seem to hear. He moans as he nibbles on my skin, his hands trying to find their way under my shirt.
But then a gunshot sounds out and another.
He jerks upright, his head snaps to the shoreline. My alphas crash through the water, firing at Micko’s packmates as they race to meet them.
“What the fuck?” he mutters, releasing me momentarily.
I pull away, trying to creep from him. But he grabs my arm and the next thing I feel is the cold metal of a gun, pressed to my temple.
My alphas come to a stumbling stop. The gunshots cease.
“Drop your weapons,” Micko shouts out over the lapping of the waves. “Drop your weapons or I shoot the girl.”
