Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
SKYLAR
Having my gorgeous Viking turned on by murder wasn’t on my bingo card, but I’m very excited about it.
I help Rhodes transfer the despicable coach onto the plastic sheeting and then hammer in anchors into the ground.
I strip the coach down to his boxers while trading his bindings out to tie his arms and legs down to the anchors, and my lips twisted in disgust. I’ll buff out any marks later.
Unlike Rhodes, I don’t much care if we get our deposit back.
“Teaching children is the last thing you should do,” I mutter, jumping up and landing with my full weight on his pudgy stomach.
The coach attempts to puke, but can’t due to being gagged, though Rhodes still makes a face as he coughs delicately. As I’ve said, Rhodes has a sensitive stomach.
“Children shouldn’t have to worry about being raped by a predator when they grow up,” I mutter, shaking my head as I look through the bag of fun I asked Fishman to pick up for me.
There have been multiple texts between us since I first left the house earlier today.
“I want the dead blow hammer,” Rhodes says.
Handing him one, I step back to watch Rhodes get to work smashing the man’s bones.
“Your words have fucked with my omega’s head for years,” he snarls, bringing the hammer down on the coach’s knees. “You’re a second rate educator, and a fucked up human. You’ll never be in the presence of another child for the rest of your miserable life.”
Coach Foster’s muffled screams are incredibly gratifying, and when I glance at my omega, I find his lips open as he pants excitedly.
“Are you enjoying the show, baby?” I ask him, chuckling as he bites his lip while he looks up at me. “Should I check your pussy to see how wet you are? Rhodes has a lot of aggression to work off. He’s so fucking good with a hammer.”
“This miserable piece of shit deserves it,” Rhodes snarls. “It’s all I’ve wanted to do since you told us about him, Koen. People like this terrify others simply because they can.”
“Coach Foster, you weren’t just giving Koen some friendly advice when you told him not to enter the league as a professional hockey player, were you?”
Rhodes’ fingers are bloody as he pulls out the coach’s gag, brow raised to show an answer is expected.
“No. I mean, yes!” he screams. “What do you want from me?”
“The truth would be excellent,” I reply.
He can’t see Koen from where he is on the ground.
No one else is allowed to see our omega with his dick so hard it’s brushing his abs.
His sweatshirt is pushed up so that I can enjoy how his precum is dripping onto his skin, and I want to fucking ruin him the way Rhodes and I are ruined for anyone else.
Koen’s alphas aren’t for the weak, and our omega is anything but that.
I’ll gladly keep him tied up until he learns to trust the inner strength we see in him.
One of the ways Rhodes is going to help him do that is to kill the person who put a fear into his heart that never should have been allowed to fester.
“I think he needs a little help, baby.”
Rhodes smirks as he pulls the weapons bag to him before brandishing a thumb screw.
It may be a bit medieval, but it’ll do in a pinch and it’s bloodless.
Placing Foster’s big toe inside of it, Rhodes begins to tighten it quicker than the coach can follow.
The screams are very pretty, and I find myself moving closer to Koen.
“Your poor, swollen cock looks so uncomfortable,” I croon, smirking.
“It is,” he whimpers.
“That’s so sad,” I croon, dragging my finger up his piercings.
I make sure to tug slightly on each one of them, enjoying the way Koen’s head drops back as he writhes.
“It’s a shame there’s no one to make you come.
If you have a problem, you lean on your alphas so we can handle it, is that understood? ”
“You’re…not mine anymore,” he whispers, pain in his eyes.
It’s clear he’s going to be a hard sell. That’s okay. I’m determined to change things between us.
“I’ll always be yours,” I reply. “Scent matching isn’t everything.
My soul recognizes yours, and I’m never going away.
Do you hear that scream, Koen? It’s the scream of a man who is small, weak, and afraid.
It’s everything you’re not. You’re a warrior, and Dan Foster tried to rob you of your spark. ”
“Are you going to talk yet, Coach?” Rhodes asks. “I can do this all damn day. You have ten fingers and ten toes. After I break all of these, I’ll move on to internal organs. I bet your intestines will look real nice as a necklace.”
While I think this is a bluff because of his sensitive stomach, Rhodes’ face reflects a feral determination to get the information he wants. It takes four more broken toes before Dan screams out for mercy.
“Oh God! Please, I’ll talk, Jesus!”
“There’s no god here but us,” I remind him. “So let’s have it. Why would you destroy a teen’s peace the way you did?”
“I knew he’d grow up to be a force of nature,” Dan spits out.
“Even though he was small, he didn’t have any fear.
Jeffries would throw himself into the game as if he was immortal.
I was only helping with the camp because I needed the good press.
When I mentioned the kid to my assistant coach, he suggested I do whatever I could to make sure he didn’t pursue a professional career in hockey. ”
“Holy fuck,” Koen rasps. "That's insane. You didn’t know if I’d keep playing just from that small amount of time you were training me.”
“I knew you would!” Coach screams as Rhodes grabs his toe and snaps it with his bare hand.
“That’s some poor sportsmanship,” Rhodes mutters. “Putting you down like the sad sack of shit that you are is for the best.”
“This was personal,” I say, pulling a wipe from the package and cleaning my fingers carefully. Just because there’s not any blood on them, doesn’t mean they aren’t contaminated by the filth on the ground. “He deserves to die, doesn’t he, Little Viking?”
“I…he…”
Koen’s breaths come out quickly as he glances between me and Coach Foster.
“You can want him dead, and still be the best person I know,” I remind him, picking up a travel sized bottle of lube. “It’s the same way you can say you hate me, but still blow your load across your stomach when I fuck you. We are linked through rejection and mistakes, and nothing can change that.”
“Your logic is something else,” Koen whimpers.
He has no fucking idea.
Good ‘ole Dan is a hairy fucker, and my lips twitch as Rhodes begins to warm up wax in a travel warmer. You never know when the art of waxing can be turned into torture in a pinch.
“You don’t have to like it in order for it to still be true,” I croon.
“No one will look for you due to the storm, and we already told Weightman we won’t be able to make the next few away games.
He’ll be pissed, but this is more important.
You need to see how evil we can truly be so you can understand that running from us isn’t an option. ”
“No. What the fuck? Don’t! Take my fingers!” Dan screams, making me smirk as Koen shudders. Dan is being a bit dramatic about a little bit of hot wax.
My omega’s skin is pebbled with goosebumps, and I untie one of his feet to pull off a pant leg and boxer. Koen barely has a moment to react before I’m done, leaving me with a trussed up omega and a warm hole to fuck with my fingers.
“It’s confusing to be turned on by torture, isn’t it?” I ask, drizzling a little lubricant over his asshole.
He doesn’t need more with the puddle of slick he’s making on the bedsheets, but I want him to be comfortable. Rubbing my fingers over his hole slowly, I let him suffer as he whines. I want him to be out of his mind when he begs for my cock.
Rhodes slaps the first strip of precut waxing paper on Dan’s skin, grinning as he rubs it hard so it’ll adhere to the hairs.
“Skylar,” Koen whines, trying to lift his hips to force my fingers inside his hole.
“Yes, Little Viking? Is this a problem?” I ask. Oh Danny boy screams as Rhodes provides a little body hair removal, and Koen groans with arousal as his dick jerks with desire.
“Fuck, please,” my wayward omega groans.
“Your words are leaving something to be desired,” I murmur, pushing my fingers into his leaking hole.
Koen shudders as he gushes around the penetration, and the sound of his hole sucking in my fingers each time I attempt to pull them out is loud and pornographic.
“This is…no!” Coach Foster screams as Rhodes rolls his eyes at his theatrics.
Glancing over casually, I laugh as I see that my alpha has pulled down the coach’s boxers to wax off the hair on his dick.
“Threatening a teen with violence and rape should receive the same level of treatment,” I muse.
“It’s too bad I forgot to ask Fishman to add a pipe to our list of necessities.
Little Viking, Rhodes and I raped the fan who wanted to hurt you with a steel pipe.
There was no lube, and we ruined his asshole.
Weak men who take advantage of other people deserve to be scorched from the earth.
Fuck, you’re such a greedy boy, aren’t you, baby? You’re strangling my fingers so well.”
“Why…isn’t it your cock?” Koen whines.
“Am I still in the doghouse?” I ask, focusing back on him as Dan screams bloody murder.
“Oops. There goes your cock,” Rhodes says under his breath. “I think I’ll use it to gag you. I’m getting a headache from all the yelling.”
“Fuck yes, you’re still in the doghouse,” Koen gasps, despite the chaos. “Don’t stop though. Please. More.”
Rhodes shoves Dan’s dick into his mouth and rips off the coach’s boxers to tie it around his mouth as a gag while I pull my sweatpants down to begin stroking my cock. Everyone’s idea of porn is different. I’ve always wanted to come while someone is tortured and killed.
I simply needed the right person to do it with.