8
knight
STRIKER AND ARROW are being frustratingly annoying about this. They won’t do anything to hurt Lotus. Instead, they want to try letting her play with them to see if that matters. They have naked Lotus in their laps, letting her stroke their cocks, one in each hand, letting her tuck their flaccid penises into her mouth, stuff like that.
None of it works.
I’m beginning to think that there might be something about me that makes me different than them, the fact that I’m willing to hurt our omega just to get an erection. There’s a part of me that understands, instinctively, that’s bad. I just don’t care, though.
Then, there’s a noise in the distance, a car, I think. It stops. Almost immediately, someone is yelling in the distance, yelling about the broken window.
“We need to go,” I tell the others. I start to get dressed.
In the distance, someone is having a one-sided conversation, probably on the phone. “I don’t know if I should go in and see what’s going on or if I should just call the police…. I mean, there’s a hole in my door…. The kids aren’t off the bus yet…. Well, that’s what I mean, if I call the police, can I leave to go get them off the bus? I just don’t know what to do!”
Yanking on my clothes, I go out to the door.
There’s a woman there. Yup, she’s on the phone.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” I say. “But we need the keys to your car.”
She screams. She backs away from me, and she is shaking all over. She’s in her mid-thirties, I think, pretty in a kind of cushy way, with a soft figure and brown hair and a little upturned nose.
I come after her and take her phone away.
Tears start streaming out of her eyes.
“Keys,” I say. “Give me the keys to your car.”
“What do you want from me?” she sobs.
“I just said I want your fucking car, lady,” I say, annoyed, even though I know that when a person is really frightened, their amygdala kicks in and that cuts off the ability to think with their frontal lobe, which is where all the higher level of thought and intellection takes place.
Huh.
Why do I know that?
I could swear I did not know that before I fucked Lotus.
She gives me the keys.
I yell for the others to come out there, and they appear, mostly dressed, but looking twitchy and a little worried.
“Get in the car,” I tell them.
“You drive?” says Arrow to me in astonishment.
“I can drive,” I say, nodding at him.
We get in the car.
I slide behind the driver’s seat and put in the key. I turn it, and then I pull the car out of the driveway, onto the road.
“Like riding a bike,” I say.
I can definitely do this.
lotus
I AM SITTING in the back seat of the car, between two of my alphas. I still don’t know their names.
Knight is driving.
I’m not entirely sure if I should have gotten in the car with him, but I don’t know what else I could do at this point. I can’t get out of the car, not now, not with both of them blocking my way out.
I sit back against the car seat and look out the front seat and try to gather myself.
“Not kill me?” I say, looking at the other two alphas on either side of me for confirmation.
“No,” says one. “Not kill you.”
“Not hurt you,” says the other one.
“I told you, omega, no one’s killing you,” says Knight from the front seat.
“You want to,” I say to Knight, accusatory. “You want to kill me!”
“Maybe,” he agrees. “But I won’t.”
This is not exactly reassuring. I huff, shaking my head. “Let me out.” I point.
“I’m not stopping the car,” says Knight.
“Want out!” I say.
“No, you don’t,” he counters.
Except that I do. I don’t know these men. I don’t know anything. I remember the facility, and being there, and the way they treated me. I remember my alpha taking me, the other house, the women there, the soft room. I remember everything that has brought me to this point.
It’s as if I am just waking up, just starting to wake up, and I am coming to myself, making sense of the bits of information that are coming to me, and I am realizing that I’ve given myself to these alphas, and that I have no reason to trust them.
They smell good and I can’t deny that.
I know they are mine.
But that doesn’t mean that I have any control over them. There is something dark in them. There is something wrong with them. I do not think I am safe here.
But that feeling rolls through me like a dark wave that is somehow thrilling in some way I can’t quite define. Do I want to be safe, if it means being separated from my alphas? I don’t know.
I think, though, the best thing to do would be to get away from their confusing scents and give myself time to be on my own and make a decision.
“Let me out,” I say again.
“No, Lotus,” says Knight. “I know where I’m taking us. I just have to figure out where the hell we are.” He is looking out the window as he pulls the car out of the housing development where we’ve been driving around.
Even as I think it, I’m astounded at how many words I’m remembering, how much is coming back to me.
Maybe I shouldn’t get away from their scents. It’s pretty obvious that being around them is bringing me back. The thing that has brought me back the most was the sex with Knight, which was very, very nice. I want it again. Badly.
However, I won’t be brought back at all if I’m dead.
“Why kill me?” I say to Knight. It’s not exactly what I want to say. It’s harder to say things aloud than it is to remember words or to understand them, for whatever reason. I muse over how to reword it, to make it clearer.
But he’s talking. “It’s just training, omega. Don’t worry. We’re stronger than the training. Well, for me, it might be something else, I have to admit. But you’re my omega, and I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
I’m not sure what that means.
“If I let you out,” says Knight, “where are you going to go?”
I have no answer for that, of course. I have nowhere to go. I whimper, bowing my head.
“It won’t matter anyway,” he says. “Arrow will just find you again. We’ll follow Arrow. Whatever this is, we have to be near you. And if I can just figure out where it is that we are, I can get us somewhere safe. So, be quiet and let me concentrate on driving.”
I both hate and love Knight telling me what to do, and I can’t quite make sense of that sensation. I know I would like to be naked with him, his deep and scratchy voice issuing orders for me. I imagine him ordering me to suck his hard cock and my body explodes in a feeling of itchy goodness.
I perfume.
Everyone in the car reacts, both of the alphas next to me going stiff and letting out raw noises reminiscent of growls.
“Don’t do that ,” says Knight, irritated.
I huff, rolling my head on my shoulders. I decide to get the names straight. I look back and forth between the alphas on either side of me. “Arrow?” I say, looking at one and then at the other.
“I’m Arrow,” says Arrow. He is tall and broad with a thatch of blond hair against his forehead. He has a pleasant face and a white-toothed smile.
I smile back at him. “Arrow,” I say, touching his chest. Then I touch my own chest. “Lotus.”
“Yes, you’re Lotus,” breathes Arrow reverently.
I turn to the other alpha and touch his chest, raising my eyebrows questioningly.
“Striker,” he supplies. He is darker, with light brown skin and very warm brown eyes. He’s shorter than Arrow but broader.
Of course, they are all very broad, and I like that about them. Knight is dark, too, but not quite as dark as Striker. His skin is olive colored.
“Striker,” I repeat, caressing his chest.
He puts a hand over mine, holding me in place, right over his heart.
Oh, I like him. I like Arrow. I like Knight, too.
I do like my alphas, I must say, even if they are somehow not good for me, even if they are wrong, even if they are frightening.
“All right, I recognize that,” says Knight. “The interstate there, and the sign. I can get us to a safe house. It’s going to be a bit of a long drive, but it’s doable. Everyone sit tight, okay?”
knight
THE SCENT OF her is driving me out of my fucking head.
I grit my teeth for the last twenty minutes of the drive, grit them so hard I think I’m going to break my teeth clashing them against each other. All I want to do is fuck her, and I know she needs it.
She’s antsy in the back seat, rubbing herself into Arrow and Striker, who are trying to help her, but simply can’t, not without functional cocks. Striker puts his hands down the front of her pants and teases her to an orgasm, but it seems only to inflame her, and to inflame all of us.
She’s whining, moaning about how much it hurts, saying please again. She tries to present several times, but she can’t manage it in the closed confines of the car.
But finally, we get there.
There is a small cabin off I-7. It’s fairly isolated, not too big, and I know it’s a place where we could hole up if we needed to go off the grid for a while, if there was too much heat on us. I remember that the place is owned by the Licardo family, who I used to work for, but I’m not blood.
I remember things about my old life, more and more as I scent her, even more after the scent of her climax fills the air in the car.
I was made, but I didn’t grow up in a mafia family. I know I grew up around the mafia, though. I had friends in my high school who were part of it, and I know that I got pulled into it after I got into a fight once.
It was for my friend, well, sort of. He had beef with the guy, but I did it, mutilated the guy, not because I had beef with him or because I wanted to help out my friend. I did it only because I liked mutilating the guy.
It wasn’t that I liked the gross aspects of it—the blood and the sweat and the saliva and the useless dead weight of a body—but because I liked the power of it. I liked holding a human in my hands, holding their beating pulse in my thick palm, knowing that I could make it stop beating if I chose.
And because of that, because of how brutal I was, they wanted to use me.
It was a good life for me.
I had an outlet for that dark part of myself, and I relished the jobs they’d give me. If someone needed disappearing, they called me in, and I did it for them. I was efficient and thorough. I took a lot of pride in my work.
It paid well, too.
I remember I had a nice house somewhere, something with a lot of rooms and that I paid people to clean it for me and it…
But I can’t remember where that house was, and I can’t remember my own fucking name.
This cabin, though, this cabin is still here, and we’ll be all right here, at least for a while.
I park the car in the driveway next to the cabin. It’s squat and square, only two rooms, and the outside has dark brown siding. I get out and open the door and yank all three of them out of the back seat.
Arrow and Striker hiss at me, but I pick Lotus up bride-style, and carry her to the cabin’s door.
“There’s a key,” I tell Striker. “It’s in that rock there, the one that doesn’t quite look like a rock.”
Striker can’t find the fucking fake rock, so I have to put Lotus down and bend over and get it. The key’s there, and I open the door. This is reassuring. Part of me has been worrying that the cabin won’t be here, or it won’t still belong to the Licardos. I don’t know how long it’s been since I was the person I used to be.
I have no way of gauging how long I have been at the facility, how long I’ve been this, a killer alpha, a mindless hound.
Inside the place, it looks about the same as it used to. It’s clean but spartan. There aren’t any decorations, throw blankets, shit like that. This isn’t the sort of place that’s ever had a woman’s touch—or anyone’s touch. It’s never been a home.
There’s a kitchen/living room and then a bedroom in the back. I take Lotus back there.
She’s shivering and moaning. “Please,” she says. “Please, I need…” She trails off piteously, unable to find the words.
“I know what you need, omega,” I say in a rough voice. “On the bed, now. Present.”
She dives for the bed and her pert little ass goes up in the air. She’s so slick that she’s made a little wet spot through her panties and the little leggings she’s wearing. The smell of her fills the whole room, and I go cross-eyed when it hits my nostrils.
“Hurts,” she gasps.
I go to her, taking her by the hips and tugging her to the edge of the bed. I push my clothed crotch into her wet spot. “Shh.” My voice is ragged. “Won’t hurt soon. I’ve got you, pretty thing. I’ve got you.”
“Please,” she moans. “Oh, please.”
I peel her clothes away from her pretty body, baring her ass and her pussy to me and the other alphas. I palm the curve of her ass and let my thumb explore first her tiny asshole and then trail down into her wet, wet little hole.
She squeals. “Please.”
I hum in acknowledgment. “Shh, soon, sweet thing. Soon.” My hands tremble as I work at my pants, and my erection is enormous. My knot pulses angrily at me.
That’s what she needs, I know.
The knot.
I rub the tip of my cock through her slick as she sighs and whimpers. I lodge it against her opening. “Yes?” I ask.
“Yes, yes,” she says, her voice high and needy. “Yes, Knight, please.”
“You want my knot,” I inform her. This is not a question. She does want that.
“Knot,” she says, and her voice breaks. “Please.”
I push into her, and she grips me, her tight little cunt beginning to spasm as I breach her.
“Knot me,” she moans.
“You need my knot,” I whisper in a tattered voice. “And I need to knot you, pretty omega. Take your alpha’s knot like a good girl.”
She cries out as I push into her.
“Take it,” I grind out, and then I’m pressing my knot against her, and there’s this moment where I’m kind of sure it’s impossible. She’s too small, and I don’t care how slick she is, how much her arousal is just oozing out of her. There’s no fucking way on earth I can possibly get my knot into her.
But she’s pushing back at me, eager, her pussy twitching, her scent so good and so intense.
So, I just, uh, wrestle it in, and I don’t really care if it hurts her. Maybe I want it to hurt her. Maybe that’s exactly what I want. Maybe she wants to be hurt. Maybe—
Fuck.
My knot slides right in, popping into place, secure inside her, and she clamps down on me like a vise, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
She comes, sobbing out my name, fucking herself on my knot as her hips move frantically against me. I rub her back, and I’m fucking purring. This is so good, so right, just exactly what she and I both needed, and I feel, wow, fucking complete in some way that I can’t even quite describe.
This is where I’ve belonged my entire life, stuck deep in her, basically trapped in her here, because I couldn’t get free if I wanted. My knot’s too big. Her pussy’s too small. I should never have been able to fit in here in the first place.
I know this is my purpose in life, to use my knot to make my omega come as much as she needs. I’m here to be hers and my cock is hers. Everything is fucking fantastic.
“Take it,” I say to her again as I begin to stroke in her, but my voice is gentle now, and my movement is sort of languid, rubbing against her slippery center. “Good girl, take it just like that.”
She sighs happily.
“That’s what you needed, isn’t it, pretty girl?” I breathe, reaching around her to find her clit and to rub that.
“Yes, Knight,” she says. “Needed your knot. Don’t take it out.”
“No way,” I say. “It’s your knot, pretty omega. It’s here to pleasure you.”
“Good,” she says, satisfied. “Like your finger there too.”
“On your swollen little clit, you mean?” I say in a thick voice. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she says, and her voice is thick too. “Oh, yes, I like that.”
“You have the most perfect pussy in the history of time,” I inform her.
“Fuck it,” she orders me, her voice deep and throaty. “Fuck this perfect pussy.”
“Yes, omega,” I gasp. “Yes, whatever you need.”