Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Valor
S aylor’s perfume is everywhere. It’s only gotten thicker as the hours have passed. My cock aches, but my knot throbs with a level of misery I’ve never felt. At least there are logical explanations for those reactions.
My canines haven’t stopped pulsing.
My fucking teeth ache, and every instinct in my body screams that there’s only one way to make it stop—to sink my teeth in so deep the little omega will never have a chance to get away.
I rest my head against my forearm, allowing the frigid water to cascade over my skin. There’s no way to tell how long I’ve been in here, but by the sound of it, at least three or four orgasms for the omega.
I clench my free hand to keep from reaching for my cock again.
It won’t help.
I’ve watched enough of my cum spill down the drain to be sure of that.
If I didn’t see myself into the shower, I was about to invite myself into my bed to join the fuck fest.
That would be a disaster for all of us.
The last thing Saylor needs is to be tied to me. She’s not built for the life Omen and I live.
Hell, I’m tired of being a criminal.
If I make it out of this hellhole, I won’t go back to work for Amato.
As far as organized crime goes, he’s far from the worst out there. He also took full advantage of my desperation when I was barely more than a kid.
We were broke, and he preyed on the fact my aunt was sick. It didn’t take much more than a few thousand pounds for Aunt Clara’s medical care and living expenses, and he knew he had me.
When I was younger, I thought of him like the father I never had, but with age comes perspective. Amato needed an heir. Someone to take over one day, and he sold me on the idea that if I was a loyal soldier, that could be me.
It’s sad to say Omen saw through the bullshit long before I did. Not that Amato wouldn’t pass on the business to me; there’s every possibility that he would. He doesn’t have anyone else who’s built up that level of loyalty, but I drew my line in the sand.
It’s what got me and Omen tossed in here.
I overlooked a lot of questionable shit over the years because I wanted to trust the man who gave me a chance when I had nothing.
But I was a fool.
The moment I went against his orders, he threw me in here. And he knew for over a year that I was having blackout hazes, but as long as they worked in his favor, being rabid wasn’t a problem.
Take out an ally, who he never should have aligned himself with, and I got swatted on the nose like a puppy pissing on the rug.
The door to the bathroom slams open, and I jolt, turning toward the sound.
Omen stomps inside with Saylor wrapped around his front. He’s inside her while she grinds over his dick. The view from back here is spectacular, but this is a big fucking problem.
“No,” I growl, jabbing a finger at the door.
“Yes.” Omen smirks, stepping carefully onto the towel I laid out to ensure it caught any water. “My cock is done for. Nine orgasms is apparently my limit, even with her pheromones to help things along.”
My head tilts.
Nine?
Really?
Jesus.
“She’s only getting hotter and needier,” he says, using the hand on her ass to gesture to the omega. “It’s this or we put the thing on the door and hope they call in medical.”
“No, please. That lady was awful.” Saylor twists until her big hazel eyes meet mine. Her perfect, white teeth dig into her plush lower lip.
“I’m sorry.” I shake my head violently. “It’s not a good idea.”
She whimpers, flinching away from my words.
“It’s not safe.” The glare I give Omen should have him backing out the door with the little omega in tow, not lifting her off his length and shoving her at me. “I can’t.”
Saylor’s arms stretch out, and she snags my neck.
“Listen, my cock isn’t doing the job. I did briefly consider fisting her, but what she really needs is a knot and alpha pheromones. Quit being a baby and fuck the omega.” Omen basically tosses her at me, and I have no choice but to cradle her to my chest or risk dropping her. “Best of luck. I’ll be in a coma in my bed. Yours is soaked in slick.”
The slamming door sounds a lot like nails being driven into my coffin.
“I’m sorry. If I could stop it, I would,” Saylor says, burying her face in my neck.
I clear my throat and turn us into the spray of cold water.
She jerks, shoving her tits into my chest as she curls away from the water. A hiss escapes her lips, puffing hot breath over my throat. “It burns!”
“Fuck,” I growl, teasing my hand up and down her spine. “I don’t know what to do. You’re hotter than can be healthy. The water should bring down your fever.”
“Are you not attracted to me?” she asks, twisting so the water hits her side. “I don’t want to throw myself at you if you aren’t interested.”
“Little one,” I growl in warning, turning us out of the spray and resting her back against the wall.
“Omen said he’s never seen you with a woman. If you’re not?—”
I swat her ass, which is the only thing I can come up with to shut her up.
She squeaks, jolting in my grasp. It succeeds in grinding her pussy over my lower stomach as she clings to me even more tightly. My half-hard shaft thickens all over again, simply from the feeling of her dripping cunt brushing my skin.
The fact her pheromones pulse in the air might be the next set of nails double fucking my coffin. At this rate, I’ll never be able to dig myself out of the grave.
Saylor continues to wiggle all over like she’s searching for something.
I move to cradle her skull so she doesn’t slam her head back against the tile wall. “I’m attracted to you. Doesn’t mean it’s safe for you to get involved with me and Omen.”
It hasn’t been safe for me to be romantically attached to anyone, so I’ve kept my distance, for good reason. Anyone I’m close to could be used against me or as a target if any of my or my boss’s enemies go looking for retribution.
“I disagree.” Her face shakes against my skin. “In fact, I wholeheartedly believe you’re wrong. There’s no one else in here who’s a safer option.”
“Yeah, but you won’t be in here forever.”
She scoffs. “If no one comes for me, exactly how else am I going to convince them to release me? You know the rules better than I do, but I’m pretty sure the only way any of us will be getting out of here is with a bond.”
My jaw clenches.
She’s not wrong about that. Unless Amato recalls us, but that would be even worse. She would be stuck in here with no protection, and I would be back out in the real world, still rabid.
“We’re not at that point yet, so don’t stress about it.” My hand moves seemingly of its own volition to cradle her cheek.
Saylor’s big hazel eyes meet mine, and she studies my face, but my chest gets tight from seeing how bloodshot her eyes are and how red her cheeks have become.
Omen’s frustration smacks into me in the bond, mixed with his disappointment. He’s fond of Saylor, but he’s also desperate to save me and be out of here. I’m not sure his judgment isn’t clouded when it comes to this entire situation.
Using her feet as leverage on my ass, Saylor shimmies up the wall until her face is close to mine. “I understand you can be dangerous under the right circumstances, but that can be said for most alphas. It’s ingrained in your DNA to protect omegas. I’m not afraid of you.” Her hand comes to rest on my scruff, and she nuzzles her nose to mine, causing our lips to brush. “You shouldn’t have purred for me if you didn’t mean it. I don’t deal well with people who play games.” With that, she slams her mouth to mine, catching my bottom lip and rolling it between her teeth.
The naughty little thing reaches between us, gripping my cock and pulling it up toward her core. Before I even know what’s happening, she’s sliding my crown through her slick lower lips.
“Saylor,” I growl in warning, locking my muscles to keep from thrusting.
“Yes, alpha?”
“You wanna talk about games? You’re playing a dangerous one.”
“I guess that’s relative when my brain feels like it’s frying in my skull.” She squirms and sinks down my length.
A feral growl rattles out of my chest at the feeling of her walls stretching to accommodate me.
The little omega whines, and her nails on the back of my neck dig in to the point she must be drawing blood. “Wow, that’s a lot.” My cheek rests against her temple due to the height difference of our torsos, and I move my hands to her ass to prepare to lift her off me. Almost like she can sense my thoughts, she glares. “Don’t you dare.” Releasing my cock, now that I’m buried inside her, she moves to tease her clit. “You know, I’ve always heard alphas are bossy and demanding in bed, but your beta was way more commanding.”
I bare my teeth and snarl before I can stop myself, but her perfume is everywhere and every lungful of her pheromones makes my head hazier. “You’re a brat,” I growl, digging my fingers into her thick ass.
“Only with you,” she whispers, tilting her head and fluttering her lashes. “Now, is it too much to ask you to kiss me? Or should I call Omen back in here?”
Something about her defiant tone prickles at my instincts. My head dips and our lips clash.
Saylor uses her feet on my rear end to grind deeper down my length, and the feeling of Omen’s cum dripping from her core spurs me on.
The animalistic part of my brain aches to fill her so full of my seed that no other man would dare look twice at her. Using handfuls of her ass, I lift her and drop her onto my shaft as her tits bounce against my chest.
Fuck.
I would really love to suck on them, but that’s not happening in this position. Being a fucking giant has its disadvantages.
She moves her hand to cradle my jaw as we kiss, and her whimpering moans do not help the foggy mess my brain has become. “More, please!” Her words almost come out as a whine, or that’s the way my brain interprets it. “I’m so close.”
She’s not even taking half my cock, but I drop her even harder on the next go-round before pulling her deeper down my length.
Yeah, that’s the bottom of her pussy bumping my crown.
I have no idea how she thinks she’ll be able to take my knot. My insane impulses scream now is the time to paint her cervix in every drop of my semen. The deeper I can get, the higher the chance of breeding her.
Hell, I don’t even know if that’s true, but it’s what my instincts are convinced of.
Incoherent begging and demands fill the air as her head falls to the side, baring her neck. The only part I understand is her asking for my bite.
She’s burning my cock.
That means the wave of heat is riding her too hard for her to know what she’s asking for.
My instincts still scream to bite her.
The throbbing in my teeth gets almost as painful as the ache in my knot, but I shake my head to try to clear away the fog.
It doesn’t help.
I need some backup.
Someone to make sure I don’t do anything stupid. Or at least nothing that can’t be taken back.
Slamming my hand against the faucet, I pull Saylor to me and climb out of the shower. She’s slightly wet, but I’m still soaked. I don’t bother with towels or drying us off, although I do make sure my feet are dry so I don’t slip with her impaled on my cock.
She starts bouncing on my dick while I’m still in the process of getting the door open. Feeling her slick drip down my balls and the way her inner walls clench gives me tunnel vision on pleasing her.
We make it three steps out of the bathroom, but I don’t know how to get into either of the lofts without pulling her off me.
I pivot, and her back slams against the glass wall to the empty cell behind Omen’s bed. Only, the room doesn’t appear vacant any longer. Even that is a passing thought as my forearm hits the glass above Saylor’s head.
My ass flexes as I buck up into her with more force now that I’m not afraid I’ll slip.
She bites that thick lower lip of hers, and the urge to consume her whole washes over me from nowhere.
This might be a problem.
Her tits bounce with every rabid slap of my hips into hers. “More, please. I’m not going to break!”
A low growl rattles out of my chest.
“Jesus Christ…” I try to shake away the foggy haze at the edge of my vision, but my hindbrain seems firmly in charge. Dipping my face to hers, I use my hand on her ass to help her grind down over me. “I’m going to go ahead and apologize for how hard I’m about to fuck you.” I shove my tongue into her mouth and lose myself in the kiss.
Saylor wails against my lips, and her cunt convulses in a way that means I don’t have a hope in hell of holding back. My balls tighten and draw up while my dick gets so hard it’s almost painful.
Each rut into her makes her back and ass squeak against the glass as I pump her full of my cum. The satisfied noises she releases help me feel confident that she’s enjoying herself, and I growl, rocking into her even after my orgasm subsides.
Once wasn’t nearly enough…
Mount. Rut. Breed. Claim.
My instincts won’t shut the fuck up about having her ass up and breedable, and before I can stop it, I’m lifting her off my cock and facing her toward the glass wall.
Her cheek falls to rest on the cool surface, and her hot breath leaves a puff of condensation as her hands stretch out to give her leverage.
I have to keep her in the air because of the height difference. If she was flat-footed, there’s no way I would be able to make this position work.
I get her dripping pussy lined up in front of my still-hard length and tuck her feet behind my ass.
This is so fucking dangerous.
The little omega has no fear.
She huffs, wiggling her hips and peeking at me over her shoulder. “Are we waiting for something? Because I’d really like it if you’d shove your knot inside me now.”
Omen snorts, and his amusement filters through the bond. That fucker should be out here supervising and ensuring I don’t lose my shit and bite her.
My hands tease up the outside of her calves, over her thighs, and land on her ass. Pulling the tops of her cheeks toward her hips spreads her cunt wide open. Watching my cum spill from her pussy does me in.
I thrust deep, still not able to think about anything but breeding her full of my baby.
Saylor wails, and after a few seconds, she moves to praising my every effort. Her inner walls cling to my shaft, and I manage to buck deeper with every feral rut.
My head whips up at movement in the next cell. It’s a face I don’t recognize. Behind the blond man is another with dark hair, and they watch with rapt fascination as I fuck into Saylor like the beast I am.
Baring my teeth, I snarl, but we can never hear anything through the glass.
Saylor doesn’t even notice our audience since her eyes are shut. She’s fucking beautiful, and I regret not taking her to the loft.
She’s mine.
I don’t want them to see her like this, but it might be a good point to make. I’ll rip both of them apart without a second of hesitation if they even try to touch my omega.