Chapter 7
brYLEE
After fruitlessly yanking at the chain that binds me to this pole, I allow myself a minute—only a minute—to freak the fuck out. Eyelids flickering closed, I tilt my head back and sag against the column, cheeks still throbbing from all the hits I took.
I planted seeds of distrust between two of the guards, but I know that won’t be enough for me to break out of here. Not really. Even if they kill each other, there’ll still be dozens of other guards I’ll need to take on in order to escape.
My mind froths, ideas racing each other, and I try to think back to all the classes I took at Eros Academy.
What other strategies can I implement?
I don’t have a weapon, but that doesn’t mean I’m defenseless. What I do have is…well…
Omega pheromones.
A breeze glides up the side of my face, and I open my eyes. Staring upward, I see there’s an air vent right overhead. No, not an air vent…a return, which pulls air in instead of blowing it out.
I suck in a shuddering breath, the racing of my mind slamming to an abrupt stop as an idea occurs to me.
Could I…?
No, it’s absurd to even consider.
Yet…
My stomach turns over itself, flipping like pancakes on a griddle, and I bite down on my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. This could either be exactly what I need to cause enough chaos for me to slip away, or it could end in disaster. Who knows what the alphas will do to me?
Tears prick my eyes.
Do I even have a choice?
How long do I have until they return?
A while, I imagine. No one wants to be around a beat-up, vomiting omega.
Fuck, I’m doing this, aren’t I?
Hesitantly, trying to ignore the fine tremor rattling through my bones, I slide my hand up my thigh, under my dress. One of my fingers tentatively touches the edge of my panties.
This is going to be fucking hard. I’m dry as a bone—kidnapping and torture will do that to a lady—but I need to be anything but dry if I have any hope of putting my plan into place.
I close my eyes and try to imagine I’m somewhere else, anywhere else.
I think of my guys’ tiny cottage on the edge of campus, their combined scents perfuming the air. Energy surges through me like a lightning bolt. When I suck in a breath, it’s almost as if I can taste them. My mates.
Yes…
I carefully push my underwear to the side and allow one finger to tease my slit.
I picture Colter’s masked face and his gentle hands as they cradle my cheeks, his rumbling voice rasping out, “Baby,” in a way that never fails to make me feel out of control.
In this daydream, lips surrounded by stubble brush across my neck and then inch upwards, across my cheek, to the corner of my mouth. Ridge.
I turn toward him fully, and he greedily, hungrily, obsessively claims my lips with his. When his tongue prods the seam of my lips, I open for him, wanting more. Wanting everything he’d be willing to offer me, and then some.
A third pair of hands fondles my breasts—where did my clothes go?—and long, skilled fingers tweak my aching nipples. Luka. A second later, his mouth replaces one hand, his tongue flicking out to taste the aching nub.
“Brylee…” Kylian rasps from somewhere behind me, and the length of his body brushes against my own from behind.
He lifts one of his legs and pushes his knee between my thighs. I shamelessly begin to grind myself against him.
“Oh god.” In real life, I move my fingers even faster, thrusting in and out of my pussy, flicking at my clit.
In my fantasy…
I feel hands, lips, and body parts everywhere. I want to touch them, taste them, feel them inside of me.
The sensation is so intense, so powerful, that only a whimpering sound escapes me.
How would each of them fuck me?
Ridge would be hard and fast. He seems like the type.
But he wouldn’t just fuck me once and be done with it.
Oh no. He would wring so much pleasure out of my poor body that I wouldn’t remember a time I wasn’t full of his cock.
I would fall asleep dreaming about his dick deep inside of me, dragging me kicking and screaming to climax.
Luka would memorize my body. He would take his sweet damn time, licking and sucking and coaxing out moan after desperate moan from me.
I imagine he’s the type who loves foreplay.
Only when I’m sobbing and begging for more would he slide his cock inside of me, giving me a second to adjust to the intrusion.
Then he would begin to move, his hips thrusting, his hand gliding between our sweat-slick bodies to play with my clit.
Kylian… I don’t even want to think about what he’s like in the bedroom.
Would there be ropes involved? Knives? The thought both scares and excites me, my nipples pebbling in greedy anticipation.
I’m almost positive that Kylian would play with me—but I’d be the winner after each and every game we complete. How could I not?
And Colter—I already know he’d be gentle.
His huge body would conquer mine, but I would never feel like prey with him, not even for a second.
There would be so much tender reverence in his eyes that I couldn’t possibly look away.
His lips would claim mine, hungry and intense, laced with this desperate need to claim.
Own. Possess. And then he would push inside of me, and I’d be helpless to do anything but cling to his shoulders, tears pricking my eyes.
He’s huge. Bigger than any of my past lovers.
My orgasm tears through me in both the fantasy and real life, scouring every last thought from my head, burning them until they’re nothing but ash.
It’s bone-deep, a foray of thunder and lightning in my blood, and I can’t help but tremble and cry, wishing it weren’t my hands bringing me to the peak.
But theirs.
I fucking miss them.
It takes considerable effort to get myself under control—to calm the erratic pattering of my heart and the breaths sputtering in and out of my chest. My limbs feel like jello, but I force myself to sit up.
To slide the drenched panties down my legs.
They smell like me—sweet, musky, and riddled with pheromones that should drive most alphas wild.
Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I push up onto my tiptoes until I’m able to reach the air vent. Ignoring the drag of the chains tugging me down, I slide the underwear through the metal slats.
I don’t know how long it’ll take until my scent permeates the building, but I suppose it doesn’t matter.
For now, there’s nothing for me to do but wait.
When they come for me, I’ll be ready.
I’ll do whatever it takes to get out of here alive and back to my mates.