9
Lucia
My heavy eyelids blink several times to clear the haze from my groggy mind. Everything around me is dark, making me wonder whether I’m still under the influence of the drug that was injected into me.
I try to move and feel the scrape of cold stone underneath my feet. My wrists feel the frigid touch of metal. It takes several more seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dimness around me.
I’ve been brought into an underground chamber. The walls are rough and carved from black stone that absorbs the faintest traces of light. My kidnapper used manacles to shackle my wrists and left me to lie on the cold, hard ground.
The chains linked to the manacles clink with my movements as I slowly sit up. Nothing hurts except for the stinging ache in the side of my neck. Whoever grabbed me in the hotel lobby hasn’t hurt me in any other way yet.
“She’s finally awake,” a male voice sounds from somewhere close by.
My head whips around, searching the darkness surrounding me.
Three tall figures move closer, looming over me. They’d been so still and quiet until now, that they’d almost melded with the shadows.
One of the men steps forward and kneels before me.
I squint, failing to discern his facial features. Who are these men and what do they want from me?
Fear chokes my throat at the uncertainty of my situation. “Who are you?” I ask through a parched throat.
The man doesn’t reply. Instead, he reaches out toward me.
I flinch, scrabbling to get away from him but the long train of my wedding gown prevents me from going too far. The satiny fabric wraps around my legs, shackling me to my position on the ground.
The stranger lets out a rough chuckle.
Picking up the hem of my dress, he rubs the fabric between his fingers. “Silky, soft, and light,” he croons. “It suits you, Lucia.”
A sliver of surprise shoots through the thick haze of fear. There’s something familiar about the way he speaks. Not only that, but I recognize his voice immediately. This is the same guy who grabbed me earlier.
“I’m going to have so much fun cutting through all this silk and satin,” he whispers.
It’s only then I notice the glint of sleek metal in his right hand. The sight of it, combined with his threat, sends a shiver through me.
“Does my brother scare you?” A different voice questions me.
I look up at the man who stands before me. His eyes glitter in the dark as he gazes at me unblinkingly.
“Why have I been brought here?” I ask in a shaky voice. “I don’t know you. I’ve never done anything to harm you. Why are you doing this to me?”
“You might’ve forgotten about us but we always remembered you. We always take back what we’re owed, Princess.”
“Think, Lucia,” says a third voice. This guy is leaner than the other two but just as tall as them. He stands behind the guy who’s just spoken. “Have you never done anything to hurt someone? Have you always been the good angel you pretend to be?”
Three faces erupt in my mind’s eye. Damien, Leon, and Mikhail. Even when I’m paralyzed with terror, I think of them and how they’d died because of me.
There’s no way these psychos are talking about them , I think to myself. How would they know anything about my past?
“Looks like she’s giving it a thought,” says the man who’s kneeling before me.
“What do you want from me?” I ask in a trembling voice. “Why have you brought me here?”
“Retribution,” says the man standing before me. “You owe us.”
“I don’t owe anyone anything,” I shout. Using all my strength, I push myself off the floor and stand up. “Please, just let me go.”
A growl escapes the guy before me. “Why the hell is she perfuming in a situation like this?” he hisses.
His words suddenly make me aware of my throbbing core. My memories rush in, reminding me of Callum’s diabolical plot. He tampered with my blockers and now, I’m close to going into heat.
“She’s starting to affect me too,” growls the man at my feet. “What the fuck are you up to, Princess?”
The heavy chains shackling me clink together as I step away from him. My situation has become twice as dangerous now. I don’t know who these men are but their tall, well-built statures are enough to tell me they’re alphas.
Even if they had other plans for me, they’d soon be driven mad with the fragrance of my arousal. They won’t care whether they love me or hate me. They’ll have only one thing on their minds.
Me.
“You should leave me alone,” I say in a trembling voice. “I could go into heat at any moment.”
“The fuck?” the tall, lean man mutters. “Aren’t you on some kind of suppressors or blockers?”
“My meds were switched,” I say with a self-deprecating chuckle. “So, if you truly hate me and want to hurt me, you just have to leave me alone. My heat will torture me over the next couple of days, so if hurting me is your main purpose, you won’t even have to lift a finger.”
A painful cramp attacks my belly, making me double up. Letting out a groan, I go down on my knees and clutch my stomach. “It’s happening,” I gasp as my perfume fills the dark underground basement. “You can’t stay here any longer.”
The cold, dark chamber smells of sweet caramel and vanilla, reminding me of the most sumptuous baked desserts. Liquid fire rushes through my veins, heating every inch of my body. A fevered haze spreads over my senses.
A whimper escapes me. I squeeze my eyes from the pain in my lower belly while my core flutters with an intense desire.
Omegas need their pack and a safe, warm nest during their heat. All I have is this underground basement and a group of strange alphas with unclear intentions.
This is still better , I decide, realizing that it’s a hundred times better than begging Callum to help me through my heat. I hate him so much that I don’t even mind dying from the pain assaulting every inch of my body.
“I can’t stand this,” the tall, lean alpha growls. “We have to help her.”
“Do you want to risk binding her to us?” his companion hisses.
“Princess is ours, isn’t she?” the lean alpha shouts. “She’s always been ours. Besides, who cares if we bite her in the heat of the moment? We can always break the bond. She’ll be shattered by us in more ways than one.”
His words are cruel but there’s something about the way he calls me “Princess”. Mikhail used to do that a lot , my mind whispers.
Even when I’m in so much pain, all I can think about is them .
Even though they’re long gone, I’m still in love with Damien, Leon, and Mikhail. As a young omega, I dreamed of being a part of their pack. If Callum didn’t wreck our lives, I’m sure I’d be spending my first heat with them.
Tears seep from between my closed eyelashes as extreme pain thrashes my body. These men could be stray alphas who kidnap weak omegas to rut them. When they’re done, they throw the poor woman away, leaving her to die in most cases before moving on to someone else.
My life is such a wreck, that I no longer care what they do to me. They’re welcome to break me to pieces and sink their teeth into my flesh. As long as I don’t have to go back to Callum, I’ll happily endure all torture.
“Fuck this!” the man at my feet growls. “I want her. If you think you can walk away from her, then go.” Moving closer to me, he raises his knife and makes a sudden swiping motion.
A gasp escapes me as part of my skirt easily detaches and falls away.
A hint of self-preservation flickers within me, making me squirm away from him.
The leaner guy moves forward. Kneeling beside me, he lays a hand on my arm. He doesn’t hurt me but I shrink away from him.
His hold tightens. “Be still, Princess.”
My terror-stricken mind immediately thinks of Damien and his brothers. They used to call me “princess” too but their calls were sweet and filled with affection. It’s almost disgusting how these crazy men are stirring up my memories of my best friends.
“Don’t move,” the tallest stranger commands, injecting heavy dominance in his voice. “He’ll cut you if you do.”
“What?” I mumble, feeling the cold bite of metal against my wrist. Looking down, I realize that the alpha holding the knife has inserted the blade inside my snug lace sleeve.
My gaze stays stuck as he lifts the blade upward, cutting open my sleeve like butter.
“Be very still,” the leaner man at my side cautions as his companion steadily moves the blade, cutting along my sleeve.
Fear flows through my veins like icy water but fails to dampen the fires of lust burning in my core. One wrong move and the blade will cut into my flesh but I just want to feel the stranger’s touch on my skin.
Warm lips press along the side of my neck, sending a shiver through me. A gasp escapes my parted lips as I force myself to stay still. The cold blade continues moving along my arm, cutting away the gown’s sleeves.
A different sensation arises within me. My core throbs in response to their combined assaults.
Confusion flickers through. How can terror turn into such arousal? Is it my heat or a hidden kink I was unaware of until this moment?
My thighs press together, an action they all seem to notice.
The tallest, broadest of the men steps forward. His movement allows me a glimpse of his face before it gets devoured by the shadows again.
A soft cry escapes me. The man’s face is covered in thick, ugly scars running across his cheeks.
“Make her stand up,” he commands.
At once, the knife moves away. Two pairs of hands come to my aid, pulling me to my feet.
Their commander steps up to me while his subordinates hold me in a tight grip.
“Get rid of her clothes,” the scarred man commands through clenched teeth.
“Gladly,” the knife-wielding alpha responds, swiping his blade along my skirt.
A cold draft spreads around my thighs as more of my clothing falls away. My eyes stay glued to the face of a monster as he presses himself against me. His eyes gleam in the dark as he stares at me with a cold, unfeeling expression.
Who could’ve done this to him? I wonder as pure dread floods through me. He’s so grotesque, I can’t even look at him without flinching.
Hard fingers wrap around my chin, forcing my head up.
“My face is too ugly for you to even look at,” the man hisses, bringing his face close to mine. His breath is warm and smells of delectable dark chocolate. There’s a hint of bourbon there too that brings a nostalgic feeling within me but I can’t quite remember where I smelled such a similar fragrance. “I’ll be the one to break you first since I’m the one who disgusts you the most.”
Terror and desire flow through me, muddling my thoughts. I want his touch but I’m too terrified of him. I want to scream and break free but the cold blade never leaves my skin. The man before me scares me as much as the knife gliding along my body.
I try my hardest to swallow the hacking sobs escaping me. The knife rests against my pussy now, the cold blade gliding along the seam of my panties.
“She’s all yours, Damien,” says my kidnapper as he cuts through the thin fabric of my panties, leaving my pussy bare for them all to see. “Would you look at all the honey streaming down her thighs? Fuck! She needs us even though we scare her.”
Damien? The sound of that name breaks through the haze of lust and fear, shocking me. It can’t be him . Damien and his brothers would never treat me so cruelly.
I try to move away in a final attempt to save myself but my back scrapes against the wall behind me. The chains binding me clink together, reminding me there’s nowhere I can run to flee from these monstrous men.
Moving closer, the scarred alpha swipes a finger over the seam of my pussy. His warm skin is a stark contrast to the cold blade against my throat.
His companions hold me still as his fingers coax their way through my wet, slicked pussy lips.
“N-no,” I moan even though I’m loving the friction of his fingers against my tight channel.
“Your brother never stopped when I begged him,” says the knife-wielding alpha. “He kept slicing my brother’s face without remorse. There’s no pity left in the three of us, so save your breath, Princess.”
My breath hitches as Damien’s finger pushes deeper into my tight channel. His thumb finds my sensitive nub and circles over it, sending waves of heat through my body.
I should be terrified of him but my mind goes hazy with the sensations spreading across my body. Struggling, I try to focus on the information my kidnapper just gave me.
The three men before me are brothers.
Callum was the one who carved Damien’s face. Despite my revulsion, I look up at him and recognize my brother’s cruelty in the ugly scars that line his cheeks.
So, this is the reason I was stolen. Callum made enemies out of these men and they captured me to avenge themselves.
As if Callum hadn’t ruined my life enough already. He’s the reason I’ve been captured by these rogue alphas who’re hellbent on avenging themselves by hurting me.
Could the men before me be truly my lost friends?
Damien isn’t an uncommon name , my mind debates. Besides, Damien and his brothers are dead. If they weren’t, they’d have found a way to come back to me.
The man before me inserts another finger, stretching me. “You’re so fucking ready for me,” he says in a deep, husky voice. “Even though I repulse you, your pussy is hungry for my cock.
A strange noise escapes me as his thumb presses onto my clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of me. The friction between his digits and my tight walls sent ripples of current through my body.
The dark basement had felt cold before. I’m almost naked now but captured between the men, I feel quite hot. My body’s hunger wants me to forget about everything and enjoy the feel of Damien’s pumping fingers but the sharp blade against my throat keeps me hyperaware of my vulnerability.
“You’re doing great, Damien,” says the lean alpha. “She’s struggling not to shiver. Unravel her. Show her that you’re in control, that she can’t escape us tonight.”
“You’re being quite the proud coach, Mikhail,” says the man before me.
My eyes fly open, forcing me to stare at the scars on his face while he wrenches out shivers of pleasure from my body. “Did you just say Mikhail?” I ask through the gasps escaping me.
“Are you starting to remember us, Princess?” he asks with an expression that makes the scars on his face bunch up, turning him uglier.
Damien’s fingers curve inside me, hitting a particular spot that sends pulses of pleasure zinging through me. A loud moan escapes me as my head falls backward.
My throat would have a deep, bleeding gash if the knife hadn’t been moved away in time. Whoever these people are, they don’t intend to kill me. They just want to use and abuse my body.
“Please, don’t stop,” I whimper shamelessly as heavy throbs pulsate from deep inside my core.
Are these men truly my lost friends? It’s been several years since I last saw them. Time must’ve altered their features but won’t I be able to recognize them?
The dark surroundings don’t help much. Damien’s face is so heavily scarred, there’s no resemblance between him and the handsome young alpha I’d fallen in love with.
A sudden cry is wrenched out of my lips as my inner muscles tighten impossibly. My body thrashes against the men holding me captive, driving away all thoughts of the boys who’d once captured my heart.
I don’t care who these men are anymore. I just want them to keep touching me in every possible way. It’s the only thing that transforms the unbearable pain into delicious, ecstatic pleasure!
“You can come, Princess,” Damien says in a deep, rough voice that reverberates through me. “I know you want to.”
“Come...where?” I say through a gasp as my pleasure spikes.
A chuckle escapes Mikhail. “I don’t think she has any idea about what you’re saying, Bruh. Maybe she’s never had a man touch her so intimately before.
“Do you believe that?” Damien growls, nearly squishing the sensitive nub.
The sensations scattering across my body make me nearly pass out.
“Is this your first heat?” Mikhail asks, twisting a nipple.
“Y—yes,” I moan.
“Fuck me,” Damien grunts. “She’s squeezing me so hard, I can barely get my fingers out of her.” Letting out a sigh, he moves a stray strand of hair from my sweaty forehead. The gesture is unnaturally kind. “Let go, Lucia,” he says in an almost gentle tone. “Don’t hold onto yourself so tightly. If you’re worried about Leon, he’ll take the knife away.”
Leon? I glance at the guy beside me. His face remains covered in shadows but I glimpse a wolf tattoo on his neck.
This can’t be a coincidence, can it?
Damien, Mikhail, and Leon... how can they have the same names as my friends?
Wet, squelching sounds erupt in the still, quiet basement as Damien continues plunging his fingers inside me. My head thrashes against Mikhail’s chest, my back arching as I greedily thrust my hips against the heel of Damien’s hand.
A cry escapes me as every muscle in my body coils tightly. An explosion seems to rock through me before I’m thrown off the edge of a precipice.
Pleasure, like I’ve never felt before, rips out of me. Moans, mingled with whimpers, escape me as my body shudders and shivers against the three men.
It’s a while before the haze of my climax fades away, making me aware of the eyes on me.
I’m standing naked with a stranger’s fingers still stuck inside my clenching pussy. Leon’s tongue flicks against my earlobe while Mikhail leaves hot kisses against my neck while his fingers play with a nipple.
Shame overcomes me. I break down into fresh tears, whimpering like a stupid, helpless idiot.
Damien leans forward, grazing his scarred skin against my cheek. “What’s there to cry about, Princess? You enjoyed that.”
“I didn’t!” I lie. A sudden surge of disgust courses through me. I hate these men, including my brother, who only care about abusing me. My bleeding, hurting heart means nothing to them.
Rage courses through me at the thought. Leaning forward, I sink my teeth into Damien’s earlobe.
He hisses, pushing me away easily.
“That should earn you an extra scar,” I mock, staring him in the eye.
I expect a slap or a punch in the gut for my retaliation. Instead, he smiles, the gesture sending the lines on his face puckering and twisting.
“Despite your situation, you still have a lot of fight in you,” he says with a rough chuckle. His big hands suddenly grab my hips and tug, making me feel the hardness in the front of his pants.
My eyes widen as I stare at him. A moan drops off my lips as my pussy throbs at the same tempo as my beating heart.
I hate him as much as I want him.
We’re going to break you , their promise rings in my head as the sound of a zipper being pulled down reaches my ears in the semi-darkness.
This is wrong , I realize. These men, despite their names, are the ones who kidnapped me. Their only intention is to hurt me. They don’t care about me or my well-being. They’ll throw me away the moment they’re done with me.
All thought is erased from my mind the moment I feel the hot tip of Damien’s cock pushing through my slick pussy.
Fear and intrigue war inside me.
Callum forbade all contact with my male friends. Each time I went out of the house, his guards followed me closely. My brother’s tight leash left me a virgin at fucking twenty-two.
A whimper escapes me as I squirm against the other two men.
“Hold her still,” Damien commands in a deep voice as he rubs his cock’s head against my dripping folds.
“Stop moving, Lucia,” Leon growls. His blade is back at my throat. “You owe him this, Princess. His scars scare away women, even the ones he’s willing to pay. My brother’s as virginal and pure as you.”
“Even if you’re not feeling charitable toward Damien, you should still be happy,” Mikhail whispers, lightly biting my earlobe. “We’re not letting you miss out on the best part of your wedding day.”
He’s right , my mind whispers. At least, it’s not Callum doing this to me.
Is this better though? I wanted to escape Callum but that didn’t mean I wanted to become a captive to these cruel alphas.
A gasp escapes me as Damien thrusts against my entrance.
My eyes widen from the flash of pain, the sudden feeling of fullness, uncomfortable and achy. All the breath leaves my lungs as he pulls out and thrusts in harder, sliding several inches inside me.
“She’s so tight,” He grates through clenched teeth. “She’s squeezing the life out of my dick.”
My knees tremble, nearly making me fall to the floor but the two men on my side support my slack weight easily. Damien’s hands hold onto my waist so tightly, that I’m bruising.
Whimpers escape me as Damien thrusts inside me with slow, long thrusts, stretching me to my limits. Unable to control my instincts, I dig my fingers into his shoulders in a bid to stay steady on my feet.
Damien lifts my left thigh which gives him the perfect angle to plunge inside me deeper. A growl escapes him, his face twisting into a macabre sight as he starts pounding inside me mercilessly. My entire body jerks with the force of his powerful thrusts, making me crash against the two men on my either side.
Leon and Mikhail greedily grab my breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples painfully as their brother thrusts into me relentlessly.
The pleasure coursing through me is even more intense than my earlier climax. A mix of mouth-watering fragrances cuts through my heady perfume, making me aware of the pheromones clouding the air around me.
These alphas are cruel and abusive but why do they smell so good?
My body is reacting to them, making me focus solely on the pleasure raging through me. Gasps and moans escape me, making me crave Damien’s relentless thrusts.
“Please, don’t stop,” I beg, letting them see my helpless state.
Damien’s face is a mask of fury and pain, or maybe that’s his expression of utter bliss. He lifts my left leg higher while I stay balanced against his brother’s chest, continuing to pound inside me at a better angle. Guttural moans escape him, his fingers digging into my flesh with bruising force.
Pitiful whimpers escape me as he ruts into me.
Mikhail plays with my left boob, kneading and pinching while Leon leans down to suck a nipple in his mouth.
A detached part of my mind can’t believe this is happening to me. How did I go from wanting to escape a sham wedding to being rutted by three rogue alphas?
The tip of Damien’s cock expands, making me feel impossibly full. My pulsing core latches on, driving me wild with pleasure. A strange kind of pressure, far more intense than before, builds inside me.
My body shudders, erasing all thoughts from my head as pure fire explodes through me. I cry out, my knees trembling from the powerful impact as Damien thrusts deep inside me.
“Fuck! She’s gone tighter,” Damien growls. “I’m so fucking close to knotting her.”
“Lead her to the edge,” says Leon in a husky voice. His mouth is at my neck now, biting and licking, but I barely feel it over the rising pleasure in my core.
Damien’s body tightens against mine as his cock knots deep within me.
He roars out before clamping his mouth on my shoulder. His teeth sink into my flesh, drawing blood but I barely feel any pain as my entire body trembles with shock and pure ecstasy.
White-hot liquid explodes deep inside my pussy as Damien holds onto me, his body shuddering against mine. He stays buried in me until he’s emptied himself to the last drop.
It’s a while before I can catch my breath. As my body cools, I feel him sliding out of me.
As soon as he steps away, I sink to the floor. My body feels sore and exhausted but a strange contentment fills my heart. The cold, hard ground feels wonderful against my overheated flesh.
“Come on, darling,” says Mikhail, grabbing my waist and lifting me onto my knees. “You’ve only pleasured one of us. It’s our turn now.”
I stare up at him, this time getting a better look. It’s almost a surprise to see his beautiful, handsome face hovering over me. I’d been expecting him and Leon to be as monstrous in appearance as Damien.
There’s something familiar about both of them but I’m still too hesitant to believe they’re the same boys I once loved.
For a moment, I glance toward the man who’s melted against the shadows in the distance. If Callum hadn’t hurt him, would he have looked just as handsome as his brothers?
Unbidden, an ache goes through me, astonishing me. Am I feeling sorry for the man who just rut me?
“Come on now, Princess,” Leon’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts. Positioning himself behind me, he lifts my hips so that I can feel his hardness poking at my ass. His fingers coax along my pussy lips, rubbing over my still-sensitive clit that sends shivers through me.
“You’re so slick and ready with my brother’s cum in you,” he says appreciatively.
Hot shame floods me as he rubs circles over my clit while one of his fingers prods inside my folds. My body reacts to his ministrations, taking away every scrap of dignity.
Damien rutted me only minutes ago but my body is hungry for more.
For a moment, I wonder what Callum would do if he found out about his sister being fucked by three strange alphas. Would he still think I’m a precious flower he had to protect?
I wish he could see what a whore I am, kneeling on the floor with two men about to ravage me.
“Are you okay, Lucia?” Mikhail asks in a surprisingly gentle voice.
Glancing up, I catch a glimpse of regret in his eyes. He swipes a thumb over my cheek and then, brings it up against his lips and tastes my tears.
“Do you want to stop, Brother?” Leon says in a strained voice as he rubs his cock’s head against my pussy. He’s dropped his trousers already, preparing to impale me.
“No,” Mikhail replies.
My eyes widen from the sudden fullness as Leon penetrates me. He slips in easier this time, making me gasp from pure pleasure.
Pulling out, he thrusts in again, slipping deeper inside me.
I gasp, all my breath leaving my body as he penetrates me deeply with another swift thrust.
“She’s still so tight,” Leon grates through clenched teeth. “I can’t believe you just took her, Damien. Her pussy is fucking perfection.”
My knees tremble, nearly making me fall to the floor but his arm around me is like a supportive vice. He holds onto me, making sure I stand hunched against him as he pounds inside me.
Have I always been so sluttish? I wonder. I should be a broken mess after what Damien did to me but I’m proudly soldiering on, my body still strong enough to take Leon’s relentless thrusts.
A tinge of regret washes over me as I think how amazing a heat with the perfect pack would be like. Instead of a cold, dark basement, I’d be in the comfort of a nest with my alphas lavishing me with everything I could ask for.
Your sister’s such a whore, Callum , I think, imagining my brother’s fury if he knew what I was allowing to willfully happen to me. It gives me respite from thinking about my pathetic situation.
In the end, though, this was all Callum’s fault. These rogue alphas would’ve never touched me if my brother hadn’t hurt them first.
Mikhail kneels before me and plays with my boobs, kneading them and sucking them in his mouth.
A whiff of spicy cinnamon mingles with sweet orange. The scent of Leon and Mikhail’s pheromones feel oddly familiar to me. Even Damien’s dark chocolate and bourbon made me feel strangely safe and comforted.
Did I somehow get scent-matched with these strange alphas? I suddenly wonder.
Loud moans escape me as my pleasure rises. I don’t even care about concealing my body’s reaction. They’ve already witnessed my humiliation. There’s nothing to hide anymore.
I let myself feel the pleasure spreading and radiating from deep within my core. Fire zings through my veins, warming every inch of my sore body.
“You’re getting so tight. Fuck!” Leon groans.
“Hold her up better,” Mikhail’s voice is rough with need. He stands before me with his cock in his hands. With each stroke, his thick dick lengthens and hardens.
Leon’s hand falls on my shoulder, forcing me lower on my knees. The cold, hard floor hurts my knees but the pleasurable sensations in my body keep me from feeling it too much.
Mikhail prods my cheek with the swollen tip of his cock. “Open up, Princess,” he says in a rough voice. “Let me feel that sweet mouth on my dick.”
“What?! No!” I shout, glaring up at him.
Mikhail doesn’t seem to mind my rejection at all. He smirks and leans down, grabbing a handful of my hair, and tugs hard, forcing me to cry out. The moment my lips part, he shoves his cock in my mouth.
His dick slides smoothly between my lips.
Hot, angry tears roll down my cheeks as he thrusts his hips against my face while his fingers firmly hold onto my hair.
“Come on, darling,” Mikhail says with a rough grunt. “You can do better. I know you can.”
He thrusts in deeper, his tip sliding into my throat. I nearly gag but there’s no relief or a way to protest as his cock fills my whole mouth.
I glare up at him, watching him steal his pleasure from my body.
Unlike Damien, these men don’t wait for me to catch up to them. They pump their cocks into me, intent on taking everything I supposedly owe them.
I suffer their hateful rage, feeling nothing but shame for the pleasure my body receives from their merciless rutting.
Leon and Mikhail’s movements soon grow harder, faster, and more desperate. Grunts and moans escape them, leaving them bare to me too. They may hate me but they’re loving the pleasure my body is offering them.
The tips of their cocks swell in a familiar sensation along my channels, igniting an inferno within me. They knot and latch deep within me, making my pleasure spike, blinding me to everything around me.
My walls clench onto Leon’s cock while Mikhail’s tip latches inside my throat. They both roar out at the same time, reaching theirs peaks while my body trembles from a mix of humiliation, pain, and pure heat.
Liquid fire explodes deep inside my pussy and throat as they shatter together.
Mikhail pulls out first, leaving a trail of thick, creamy semen on my lips and chin. Leon stays buried inside me a moment longer, holding my hips in a bruising hold.
Pulling out of me, Leon lets my naked body slump to the floor.
The salty bitterness of Mikhail’s essence burns on my tongue. I’m surprisingly fine even though they hadn’t bothered being gentle with me.
This is another sign of an omega’s heat. Their hormones heal them faster, allowing them to survive an alpha’s brutal assault on their weaker bodies.
The air around me is a mix of our perfumes and pheromones. Strangely, the fragrances comfort me as I curl into a ball. A deep exhaustion comes over me, leaving me incapable of moving.
As the haze of lust fades from my senses, I realize what just happened to me. I let three rogue alphas take me and even begged them for it.
My humiliation deepens. I can’t even stand up on my two legs and gaze into the eyes of my tyrants.
My only consolation is that it happened with these strangers. I didn’t have to beg Callum to help me with my heat. A self-deprecating grimace spreads on my lips as I think of my pitiful life.
The sound of retreating footsteps makes me aware of my surroundings. They’re finally done with me.
A moan escapes me as I try to move. Every muscle in my body aches. Exhaustion overtakes my mind. Even though I’m left all alone in the cold, dark basement, I’m relieved to be able to close my eyes and let the shadows swallow me up once again.