38. Sadie
SHADES OF BLOOD RED
The red strobe lights flickered faster and highlighted the harsh planes of three angry alphas and one collared omega.
I swallowed thickly.
Saying I would do whatever needed to be done felt vastly different from actually doing it.
Also, I hadn’t factored in the men being mad at me.
The platform beneath our feet spun in a slow circle, and it reminded me of a screaming coliseum and fighting against bloodthirsty gladiators.
The music pounded.
It was a different battle, but a war all the same.
I didn’t like the malicious sneer on Cobra’s face, or the way his lips curled up at the corners. Strobe lights and shadows danced across his face.
The shadow snake on my skin gave a zip and sent me images of happiness and love.
Damned bastard thought he was smooth.
I sent back images of me strangling him while he begged for mercy.
He tipped his gorgeous head back and laughed, shoulders shaking as the snake sent more zips across my flesh.
Abruptly, the laughter left his face, and the darkest scowl I’d ever seen contorted his expression.
The shadow snake sent me another zip of warmth and support, and I realized what he was doing. He was preparing me, reminding me that this was acting.
It wasn’t real.
Cobra grabbed Xerxes’s ponytail and shoved him to the floor. Playing along, he sprawled across it like he was scared.
Cobra’s cheekbones could cut glass as red shadows painted his glittering jewels and the wicked V that framed his abdominals.
An otherworldly god.
He dug his fingers into his belt buckle and pulled out a whip that I hadn’t noticed coiled against his thigh.
With a dramatic movement, he snapped his wrist, and the long tail cracked through the air. His arm swung forward, and it slashed across Xerxes’s chest, leaving a long trail of red.
Xerxes moaned with pleasure but quickly concealed his expression with a wince.
Cobra cracked it again.
The crowd roared with excitement, loving the violence.
For a second, it was a belt that cracked through the air; my flesh that was split in two; my blood that ran down my chest after a merciless beating.
I gasped shallowly.
There wasn’t enough oxygen in the room.
Jax’s warm hands grabbed my throat and tipped my head back.
He kissed me roughly but pulled back to whisper in my ear, “You’re okay. We got you. No one is going to hurt you. It’s all a show.”
I kissed him back, gasping, “Please don’t let him whip me.”
A roar rumbled through his chest as his hands cradled me softly while his mouth pillaged aggressively. When he pulled back for air, he whispered, “Never. We planned to do this to Xerxes, remember?”
I nodded, but it was a lie.
I’d been so worried about Aran that I’d made a serious mistake by not paying attention to what the men had planned.
Fuck me and my horrible attention span.
Breathing deeply, I reminded myself that they would never hurt me.
Even while Cobra sneered, cracking the whip across Xerxes’s flesh, the shadow snake sent me images of cuddling and warmth.
This was Cobra, Jax, Ascher, and Xerxes. I trusted them, and our lives were at stake.
“I can do this,” I whispered back to Jax.
He kissed me once more, then nodded at the other men.
Cobra threw his hands in the air and bellowed to the crowd, “ Who wants to see an omega fuck an alpha ?”
Screams sounded, and the platform shook from the roar of response.
Cobra cracked the whip loudly.
Cobra was a show master in his element.
Shifters screamed as his gorgeous face sneered; he oozed sex, depravity, and violence.
Jewels shimmering under the lights. He was demonic.
He slammed the whip across the omega’s chest, red welts blossoming, blood spraying.
Xerxes flinched dramatically, like it hurt, but his eyes smoldered.
The violence turned him on.
Cobra stalked toward him, then leaned down and slammed his palm across his face.
The roar of the crowd covered Xerxes’s moan of pleasure.
Cobra sent me more images of love through the shadow snake on his skin as he leaned down and pulled out Xerxes’s massive cock.
His knot was vibrating.
Need gushed between my legs as I remembered just how Xerxes had taken me. What that knot had done to me.
The omega tilted his head down and curled his shoulders like he was ashamed, but he looked at me with his purple eyes, and he licked his lips.
Faster than my eyes could track, his eyebrow arched mockingly at me. He quickly masked his expression.
Fuck.
I clenched my thighs together.
Sprawling across the platform, olive skin stretched over endless muscles glistening with sweat, blood dripping across his chest, hard cock standing stark across his leather pants, black kohl smeared down his face, collar around his neck.
Xerxes had never looked so tempting.
It was wrong.
But I was painfully turned on.
The roar of the crowd was far away. The moving platform, strobe lights, and cigarette smoke cast a dreamlike quality around the moment.
“ Bad omegas get fucked by alphas !” Cobra bellowed for show as he cracked his whip in the air, face contorted in rage.
From the hard bulge in his leather, he was enjoying the role-play. Of course he would thrive as a psychotic BDSM master.
I was so busy watching what was happening between Xerxes and Cobra, that I was taken by surprise when Jax and Ascher grabbed my arms and dragged me forward.
They brought me to Cobra like I was some virgin sacrifice for the taking.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the dramatics and instead tried to look meek and scared, which was excessively difficult.
An inappropriate giggle bubbled in my throat.
Cobra leaned forward and whispered just for me, “You’ve been a bad girl. And bad girls get punished.” His tongue flicked out and snaked down the side of my face.
I swallowed another chuckle.
Cobra sounded ridiculous.
He moved impossibly quick and latched his mouth around my breast, teeth and tongue scraping through the sheer material that barely covered me.
The giggle died in my throat as a burning fire replaced my mirth.
I drowned in frost.
Cobra sucked each of my nipples, then pushed two fingers roughly inside me.
We both knew he could feel how wet I was as I gushed on his fingers, turned on by his little show.
Cobra’s face contorted into an evil grin as he pumped his fingers faster, then leaned forward and bit down on my nipple.
I yelped with surprise and clenched my thighs together as wetness dripped.
Cobra pulled his fingers out of my sopping heat and dragged them slowly across my lips. “You’re going to take all of us, my kitten. You’re going to take our cocks until you understand what it means to be owned by us.”
For the sake of feminists everywhere, I ignored the way my core fluttered when he said they owned me.
I’d worry about it later.
For now, my knees were weak, Ascher’s and Jax’s arms the only things keeping me upright.
Rearing my head back, I spat on Cobra’s face.
The crowd roared.
I sent the shadow snake images of love and support and gave Cobra a wink. “Do it. You won’t,” I mouthed with a taunting sneer.
It was a show, after all.
If I’d been in danger before, now I was dead.
Snake eyes flickered, and Cobra lunged forward, shoving four fingers deep into my pussy while his thumb pressed at my back entrance.
His forearm bunched, face contorted in a sneer, as he pistoned into my heat until I gasped and moaned unintelligibly. “You’re going to take all of us,” he growled.
This time, it was a threat.
He tilted his head back and roared to the crowd, “ Take her to the omega !”
Jax and Ascher grabbed me and dragged me over to where Xerxes was still sprawled across the ground, cock out, with bleeding whip wounds dripping down his chest.
His face was a stormy mask, and I sneered back, matching his energy.
From the way his purple eyes glowed brighter, he was also enjoying the drama.
We all were.
Ascher and Jax grabbed my thighs and pulled them apart roughly, holding me atop Xerxes.
I shivered.
Jax’s hand tangled in my hair as he whispered in my ear, “You’ll take him deep.”
“ Lie down, omega !”
Xerxes sprawled backward as Cobra slammed the whip across his chest, his knot vibrating faster with each hit.
Ascher’s callused fingers parted my sopping folds as he and Jax lowered me downward. They positioned me, spasming cunt nestled on top of the vibrating tip of Xerxes’s dick.
Jax pulled my hair back roughly, and I moaned.
He stared down at me.
“Do it,” I whispered, showing him with my eyes that it was okay.
That I wanted it.
Ascher and Jax slammed me down on Xerxes’s throbbing cock, and I didn’t have to pretend.
I screamed with shock and pleasure as his dick slammed into my womb.
Knot vibrating against my clit until I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and pleasure began.
He was so much bigger than I remembered.
The sensation was overwhelming.
I didn’t move as tears streamed down my face. I could do nothing but sit atop the omega and shudder as he vibrated inside of me, knot strumming my clit higher and higher.
“ Ever seen an alpha fuck another alpha ?”
The platform shook from the force of the cheers as shifters stomped on the stairs and chains rattled.
This was my second time ever having sex, and it was in the middle of a rowdy BDSM club under strobe lights.
I hadn’t even had sex in a bed yet.
I would have laughed if the pleasure weren’t slowly blurring my mind, making everything hazy and far away.
“Stay relaxed, my princess,” Ascher whispered in my ear as his warmth burned my back.
He leaned down, so he knelt on the ground behind me, legs spread wide and low.
Warm, callused fingers lifted up the sheer material of my short dress.
Fingers shoved into my mouth, and I tasted intoxicating pine as he whispered, “Get them nice and wet, Princess.”
Suddenly, those same fingers trailed against my back entrance.
Cobra stalked across the platform, a circus master in his element, and made a show of adding his own spit onto Ascher’s fingers. Then he slammed the whip across Xerxes’s chest.