Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Omen
T he poor little omega has been through the wringer. Her system can’t seem to make heads or tails of what it’s supposed to be doing without the suppressants in the mix.
It’s difficult watching her suffer, and I know it’s even harder on Valor. It may make me a shitty human, considering his past, but I keep myself in bed and allow him to care for her.
They need an opportunity to bond—emotionally speaking—and he needs the chance to see he’s not a threat to her.
During the massacre that got us placed here, he somehow knew exactly who to slaughter, overlooking those who were innocent. That speaks to some part of himself remaining, even when he’s at his most dangerous.
More than that, Saylor is an omega. She’s the thing his system needs to be free of the decay, and I believe his instincts recognize that.
If only the stubborn bastard could get over his moral qualms.
Saylor just needs to continue to be her sweet self, and he’ll crack eventually. That woman is everything I didn’t know I yearned for, probably because I never experienced a loving childhood, but Valor did with his aunt. At some point, he’s going to realize that he would snap if anyone attempted to take her from him… That should say it all.
Well, that and the fact the two of them have been cuddled in his chair, whispering for hours . And in this case, I don’t feel left out. They need time together if she’s going to get him to sink his teeth in.
So, I lie in bed and pretend to be asleep while the little omega works her magic.
Even a while later, when the door buzzes, I don’t jump up to grab what is likely our morning delivery of trays and possibly the laundry we missed out on gathering yesterday.
Valor doesn’t immediately jump up to collect it, either, and I attribute that to him not wanting to remove her from his lap.
I smile to myself and roll to face the wall. That omega is just the gift I’ve been waiting for.
* * *
Saylor is a very trusting little thing.
That much I knew before she let me blindfold her to have my way with her around the cell. The guards seem dead set on keeping us locked down until we die of boredom, but for once, I don’t mind.
Valor may be too valiant to make this point, but someone has to do it. Both sides of our cell now house other alphas. I’ve already fucked her in front of the glass on the side with Edwin, Paulo, and Maxwell. I ensured they didn’t have much to savor, considering Valor’s shirt covered nearly everything, but the point had to be made.
I’ve relocated us to the side with the newcomers. Eventually, they’ll open the cells, and long before that happens, every alpha in the vicinity needs to understand that Saylor is taken.
What she said to Valor couldn’t have been truer. The rules that apply in the outside world do not hold true in here.
We’re essentially in prison.
Glancing at the glass, I roll my eyes.
Perhaps it’s more akin to a zoo, considering we’re in a glass cage and constantly on display. But at least for the moment, this little show has a purpose.
My forearm leans against the cell to the room with the new alphas. They’re busy pacing like caged animals, and they can’t seem to decide if they’d like to watch or if they’d prefer to continue to wear the floor bare.
I dig my fingers into the back of Saylor’s head, guiding her mouth deeper down my cock. She’s squatting with her hands behind her back and the eye mask on from the first aid kit.
I checked myself. It blocks her vision, which is good because I don’t want her to know my need for her has a dual purpose.
Yes, fine.
If this is a zoo, perhaps I’m guilty of taunting the other animals, but I’ve always been a sadist. This is who I am at my core, and I get a nice buzz from tormenting others. Edwin, Paulo, and Maxwell know I’m not an alpha, and I’m sure it cut extra deep for them to see me with the omega they were busy coveting.
The two assholes who just arrived look like they might blow a fuse, but I’m sure that’s at least partially leftover from the misery that comes during intake. It’s not a physically pleasant experience, and then the mental aspects catch up once they realize they have no hope of escape.
I wrap my fingers in Saylor’s hair near the base of her skull and give her a tug. She moans around my length, hollowing her cheeks and doing her best to embarrass me.
“You’re a little liar.” I chuckle, bringing my free hand to tenderly brush her cheek. “Aren’t you, pet? You told me you didn’t have much experience, but that must have been a lie.”
She keeps her hands behind her as I instructed and leans back until my crown falls from her lips. “I said I didn’t have a lot of experience with sex. I’m not a saint. I’ve done other stuff, but not a ton.”
Truly, I couldn’t care less if she fucked her university’s football team and followed it up with the rugby players all in the same week. I just enjoy mentally having the upper hand.
I thumb her swollen bottom lip. “It’s fine. You can apologize by sucking my soul out through my cock.” Twisting my hips, I smack her in the cheek with my crown.
It’s like I can feel her rolling her eyes at me from behind the mask, and I bite my lip to keep from laughing.
She’s fucking precious.
“You could take pity on me and let me play with my clit.” She tilts her head, sucking me into her luscious mouth once more.
God, how I ache to corrupt her.
“I told you. You’re more than welcome to use my foot to get yourself off.” I lift my toes and tease up her thigh.
She snorts around my length, and the vibration feels delicious, but she also gives up holding her hands in place to shove my foot away.
Truthfully, I’d much rather have her come when I’m balls deep, but I do love the flush that appears on her cheeks when I embarrass her. I use my toes to tuck Valor’s shirt around her waist—at least in front—and tell her to spread a little wider.
Christ.
Her pretty pussy is pink and dripping. Knowing it’s a combination of the three of us makes me ravenous to come all over her tongue.
I reach over and grab a folded towel, tossing it just in front of where she squats. Using my hold in her hair, I snatch her head back, but not enough that I fall from her lips. “On your knees. I’m about to fuck your throat, and I don’t want you to wobble or fall over. This isn’t going to be a gentle experience.”
The way my heartbeat picks up to an unnaturally quick pace probably says it all. Seeing her immediately comply does funny shit to my head and my heart.
No one trusts me implicitly—likely for good reason—but I adore seeing her give in to my commands without question. It also makes me ache to be worthy of the trust she so easily gives.
I tighten my grip on her hair and spread my free hand along her jaw. My thumb stretches around her chin, and I pull, opening her mouth even wider. “If it gets to be too much, I want you to pinch my thigh.”
She nods as much as she’s capable of, and I take that as my consent to take over. My ass flexes as I work my thick shaft deeper into her mouth.
I’m really going to need Valor to stop being so fucking stubborn. Saylor is the perfect missing piece to add to our bond. She doesn’t view me as a threat. She seems to want me as much as she wants Valor.
She’s also fucking stunning.
I want to keep her.
I very rarely push back on anything.
Hell, I willingly trapped myself in here to keep an eye on him.
I know he wants her too. He’s just afraid that he won’t be able to keep her safe.
We deserve something good in life.
He can give me this one thing.
If I could bite her and add her to our bond, I already would have done it.
Saylor curls her tongue around the bottom of my shaft and gags when I thrust a bit too deep. The sound makes me bite my lip as my balls tighten. I don’t hate the way her mouth gets extra slick.
The naughty little vixen doesn’t let a little gagging deter her, and I groan as she doubles down her efforts. I shove her farther down my length, waiting to see what she does when I hit the back of her throat, and the naughty omega swallows.
The pressure on my tip gets intense, and I ache to own her in every possible way.
My lower spine begins to tingle, and I back up, pulling free of her mouth.
A string of pre-cum connects her lips and my tip, and it only makes me more ravenous. Pulling her to her feet using her hair, I spin her toward the glass.
“Hands out, darling. You’ll need them to keep your balance. Hike that pretty pussy back toward me and lift up on your tiptoes.” I’m going to need to practically squat to get inside her, but where there’s a will, there’s a way. If I get desperate, I’ll lift her like Valor did.
Saylor flattens her chest against the wall and shakes her hips as she offers me her ass. She loves it when I pull her hair, so I give her a little tug while using my free hand to pull Valor’s shirt up in the back. Kicking her feet apart makes how I’m going to get inside her even more precarious, but I’m in good shape.
I plant my feet on the outside of hers and line up my cock with her dripping lower lips. “Ready, pet?”
She whimpers, and I take that as her consent.
I slam inside her cunt, and there’s no resistance, which is good. I’m already on edge from being so close to coming in her mouth.
I loop my arm under hers, slide my hand over the T-shirt—staying between her breasts—and grip her throat.
Our audience next door appears just as enamored with the show as they were before. Despite my sadistic nature, I barely spare them a second glance, preferring instead to study Saylor’s face. Her eyes are covered by the mask, but her reflection is still expressive, especially the way her plush lips part as she clenches around my cock.
“Not being able to see heightens all your other senses. Doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she agrees, clenching her pussy as she dances around on her tiptoes.
“You can lower your feet to the ground now,” I tell her.
She really is wobbly, and I don’t want her falling over when I make her come. She plants her feet flat on the floor, and it makes my crown feel like it’s buried even deeper inside her. Using my hand in her hair, I yank her head back at an unnatural angle and the omega only moans louder for it.
Yes, fine.
I’m growing obsessed with the way she trusts me to take care of her. Honestly, it probably shows her lack of self-preservation skills, but I’m just fascinated enough to use my monstrous capabilities in defense of the soft little omega. That way, she can continue to be clueless to the heinous nature of the world.
I’ll simply follow her around, fucking her brains out. I’ll also spend some time silently murdering anyone who could cause her harm, but I’ll make sure I get there long before they get the chance to ruin her happy little bubble.
My hand slides up her neck, and I tilt her jaw and lean around her to capture her lips. It’s a frantic, messy kiss because of the angle, but I fuck into her like a man possessed.
I need her to ache for me the way I do for her.
“My clit, please,” she whispers before snagging my lower lip between her teeth.
“Go for it, pet. There’s just one catch. You can only use your right hand,” I murmur, fighting her for control of the kiss.
It’s hard not to grin at the way she huffs, and yes, I remember that she’s left-handed, but I enjoy tormenting her…just a bit.
Saylor doesn’t hesitate to follow my instructions, and I pick up speed, rutting up at the end of each stroke to stimulate her G-spot. “More of that,” she sobs against my lips.
“Only because you beg so pretty.” I squeeze her jaw and nip at her lips. “Such a perfect fuck toy. Completely at my mercy. All mine. And you’re turned on by that. You like being used, and I like you compliant and dripping in my cum. It makes us a perfect match.” I shove my tongue into her mouth, to keep any additional insanity from escaping, and buck up into her even harder.
She forgets she’s kissing me and instead trembles as she shoves her hips back to slap against my pelvis.
Her juicy cunt locks down on my shaft, and I give her hair a solid tug, pulling her head to the side to give me access to her neck.
I scrape my teeth down the side of her throat, and my shaft swells.
Saylor wails and gushes as she comes around my throbbing length. I bury my face in her throat and get as deep as I can before losing the battle to hold on. The orgasm that rips through my system is so powerful that I end up flattening her to the glass to keep us both upright as cum spurts from my tip.
I fucking shiver from thinking about it splashing all over her walls and the bottom of her pussy. No, I’m not as far gone as Valor when he rambled about breeding her, but even that thought sends another jolt through my dick.
Saylor grinds over my length and doesn’t complain about how I’ve attempted to make her a pancake against the glass wall.
I pull free of her neck, and God help me…
I plant a tender kiss on her rosy cheek. She smiles and tilts her head back toward mine, despite not being able to see me.
Christ.
She’s too fucking sweet for her own good.
Now that I’ve had a taste of how life could be with someone like her at my side, there’s just no way I can let her get away.
I should probably get her out of that blindfold. If we had a tub or even hot water, I’d run her a warm bath or share a shower to help her relax.
Clearing my throat, I give her my attempt at a tender kiss in apology for being so rough. Outside of Valor, I’ve never had another human being that I wanted to take care of. His massive ass can look out for himself for the most part, but I’m going to learn how to be softer for Saylor.
I’m adaptable.
I just need some practice.