Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Emma
T hey filled my cell, their large bodies and the energy and heat they gave off, making my “home” feel suddenly smaller. It wasn’t a home at all, just four-square feet of floor space with a small metal cot in the corner. Grey and sad. The exact opposite of my grandmother’s cottage, filled with browns and whites and gold accents, a hodgepodge of dainty and gaudy, with sunlight streaming in through the windows and a view of huge poplar trees. That was home.
So are they, my inner omega insisted.
I was too distracted to disagree. Because the omega urge inside of me needed me to make this dreary space a home, even a temporary one.
Alec silently held out the pile of sheets and blankets to me. Without saying a word, I grabbed them, unfolding them and placing them on the mattress, then changing my mind and putting them on the cold cement floor. One blanket went flat, then the others were piled on top. I surveyed it, unsatisfied with what I’d created. It wasn’t enough, and it didn’t smell right. Laundry detergent and mold. I hated it. I needed more. I needed…
“Your shirts,” I demanded, glaring at all three of them, one after another. When I got to Liam, he raised an eyebrow but pulled his shirt off his body, exposing muscle after muscle, detailing pale but beautiful skin. Alec and Owen followed, their scents growing stronger, their body heat no longer encumbered by fabric.
When they passed me their shirts, I smelled them, one after another. Cold, peat, and spice. They calmed me; they tempted me. My thighs grew wet with slick, and instead of it terrifying me, it exalted me.
Yes. This was right. This was what I needed.
I wasn’t done, though. I needed more.
“Pants,” I demanded.
Chuckles surrounded me, then the sound of zippers. Hip bones revealed, Adonis belts, treasure trails, and…
…Oh.
God.
The alpha I’d killed had a huge cock, or so I’d thought.
I’d been wrong.
They were massive. Owen’s long and curved, Alec’s was probably too thick for my hand to be able to wrap around, and Liam... huge all over.
“They won’t fit,” I heard myself whine.
“Little omega,” Liam chided. “You were made to take us. We’ll fit, perfectly.”
Just his words made me clench so tightly it hurt. I was empty, and I hated it. Heat melted my muscles, made me pliant with need.
Alec began to lower to his knees, ostensibly to help me. A snarl built deep in my chest. I snapped my teeth.
“Don’t you dare,” I told him. “This is my job. You watch. Alphas watch .”
He stood and backed away. “Sorry, sweet girl.
“You can retract those claws,” Owen said. To Alec, he added, “You don’t want to piss her off. She killed the last alpha who did, remember?”
I didn’t have the mental wherewithal to reply. All that mattered was getting my nest exactly right. As they passed me their utility pants, I nuzzled them, their combined smells stronger near the crotches.
Comforting.
Intoxicating.
And then I placed them carefully on the floor before stepping back in satisfaction.
It was perfect.
Liam grumbled. “Is that enough?”
I turned to him. “It’s enough.”
In two seconds, he’d reached me, lifting me into the air, his lips on mine. His mouth was hot, but his taste was cold, and the juxtaposition of the two was perfect. I whined into his mouth as he groaned against me, grinding his huge, hard cock against my already wet pussy and triggering more slick to release between my folds.
“You’re soaked, aren’t you, little omega?” he growled. “I can smell it.”
I whined again, this time in agreement.
“What do you need, kitten?” Alec was there, nuzzling my neck.
I didn’t know. I was so empty, I ached. Hungry for them inside of me, any way I could take them. I was desperate for them. My need for them crowding out my usual thoughts and needs of survival, freedom, revenge. Until even Emma Bernstein was subsumed by the tidal wave of these alphas and their scents and touch. When Owen joined them, when they started stripping me, it was like they stripped me of my defenses, too. Until I was the Emma I had been before the attack—sweeter, vulnerable, honest.
Yes, the voice exulted in our reversal.
Wait , I thought, not realizing I’d said it out loud, until Owen responded.
“No, no waiting. You offered yourself to us. You won’t renege now. You don’t even want to. Do you?” He nipped me on the neck, like a warning, like a promise.
There was a reason why that was a problem. Why his teeth in my neck was bad.
Right now, I couldn’t remember, so I ignored it.
Fingers reached in between my legs, stroking lightly, and circling harder. I trembled, crying out when thick fingers thrust inside my pussy, gathering my slick and rubbing it into my clit.
“So tight,” Alec moaned.
“Too tight,” Liam growled, and then I was being lowered onto my—our—nest and a head was between my thighs. I reached down for his hair, only for my wrists to be caught and lifted over my head. Liam went at my pussy, biting, sucking, licking, until he must have been drowning in my slick.
Good, he could join me. Because I was drowning too. The waves of pleasure threatening to drag me under. Everything in me tightened, drew closer to the edge. Owen and Alec whispered in my ears, praising me on the left and degrading me on the right. It only pushed me further along.
“Good girl, sweet girl, you’re going to come for us, aren’t you? Going to let our cocks in that gorgeous pussy, again and again, until we knot you and breed you and make you ours? Cherish you and care for you until you never want to leave?” Alec practically licked the words into my ear, making me gasp.
“What a perfect slut you are for us, aren’t you, kitten? Our little toy. We’re going to play with you, over and over and over, and you’re going to take all of it because you were meant to. You’ll be our little fuck hole, begging us to fill you with our come. You’re our good little whore, now and always. You shouldn’t have made this deal with us, because we’re going to use you. But then you want to be used, don’t you, omega?” Owen bit my ear. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cried out, lost in their words, the sensation. I didn’t know who I was anymore, and I didn’t care. They were right, both of them; I was a sweet girl, I was a good little whore. I should’ve resisted them, but I didn’t want to. This was heaven, and I’d been in Hell for so long, I welcomed it. I’d fight to stay here, with them. With claws and teeth, if I had to.
“Come, little omega,” Liam growled into my pussy, looking up at me. Eyes on his, held captive by the ice in them, I came with a scream.
A hand clamped down on my mouth.
“Quiet,” Owen ordered. “No one can hear you. We can’t get caught.”
And then the hand was gone and fabric that smelled strongly of sex and cock and peat was being shoved into my mouth.
They’d gagged me with Alec’s underwear. I licked the taste, the scent from it and moaned.
More. I needed more .
Alec chuckled and disappeared for a moment, returning when he straddled my head with his thighs. He pried open my jaw with his fingers, before pushing his cock into my mouth. At this angle, I couldn’t control anything. I had no choice but to take his cock as it went down, down into my mouth, and into my throat. So thick I could do nothing but choke and gag and drool all over him.
“Good girl, taking my cock down your throat. Just a little deeper. You can take more. Yes, that’s it. You’re handling me so well, aren’t you?” he said, stroking my cheek and my lower lip that was stretched around the base of him.
His voice was thick, like his cock, from the pleasure of my mouth around him. Part of me wanted to bite him, to rage at the loss of myself to his dominance. The other wanted to bask in it. I couldn’t fight back, and it was freeing. I just had to take it, the way he’d told me I could.
“Our kitten’s the perfect little slut, isn’t she?” Owen mused, moments before he started slapping my bare breasts. The pain reignited the heat in me, aided along by Liam, who was unrelenting between my thighs, urging me up toward my looming climax and then leaving me dangling as I jerked below him.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I cried out—or would’ve—all I could do was moan quietly around Alec’s cock as I came again.
He groaned. “Yes, good girl, that feels so good, doesn’t it? Making me feel so fucking good, trying to tempt me out of my come, trying to make me knot that mouth and throat up good, but I’m saving this for your pussy. We all are.”
“This time,” Owen said darkly, as Alec pulled out of my mouth and climbed off me.
But there couldn’t be other times.
And that made me desperately sad.
Just as I was about to come, Liam abandoned my pussy with a slap against my clit that echoed throughout my entire body.
“No,” I cried out, “please.” Why were they being so mean?
Just as quickly, Alec was lifting me up, kneeling under me, one hand holding my hip, the other holding his cock up as he lowered me down over him. I watched, captivated by the sight of his cock disappearing inside my pussy, the thickness too much to take.
“Too big,” I said, trying to resist, but it was impossible.
“Not for my good girl,” Alec crooned as he pushed in deeper, stretching me to the point of pain. It was a good pain, though, a burn that I craved. My slick aided me as I slid down his cock, every bump and ridge hitting my walls exactly where I needed it. I came again, stuffed full by his thick cock, until he bottomed out inside of me with another groan.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
Owen was pinching my nipples, hard squeezes that only added to the mind addling pain-pleasure I was experiencing. The feeling only grew as Alec started bouncing me on his cock, up and down, up and down.
“Only an omega could take me this well,” he said.
“Only our omega could take you this well,” Owen corrected.
Liam said nothing, just wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed.
“Not yours,” I wheezed, and Liam squeezed harder in reprimand.
Spots appeared in my vision, and my pussy clamped down from the feeling, like losing my air had only heightened the desperate pain-pleasure and my need to come.
“You good girl,” Alec praised with admiration as he fucked into me, harder and harder. “You’re going to come for me, and then I’m going to knot you. Breed you.”
Some vestiges of myself woke up enough to protest. “No breeding,” I tried to say.
“You promised us anything , didn’t you?” he reminded me. “This is a part of it.”
“And there will be more,” Liam promised as he stole my air, my body exhaling in the complete loss of control.
I came with Alec pumping his hips against mine, Owen turning my nipples into painful points, and Liam squeezing the life out of me, until reality darkened.
Was I going to die this way? If I was, it was going to feel so good.
I doubted Heaven could be better than this.