In Grason’s Arms
In Grason’s Arms
Tansy
I’m moving, my whole body being jostled as someone carries me, but I can’t focus on anything past the fire in my belly.
I’m so empty.
A hollow ache pulses between my legs, and I can feel the slick, hot and humiliating, pouring from my open pussy.
I whimper, a broken, needy sound, then bury my face against the warm chest carrying me. The scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, and for a second, the pain eases.
I need more.
Closer.
To be filled.
I need an alpha.
The thought sends a bolt of ice through my veins. I’ve had this urge before, during past heats. It was always a distant, natural desire to take a knot. But back then, it wasn't scary because, even in the delirium of my heat, I knew it would pass.
But now… now I’m pouring slick, trapped in a house with three dangerous alphas, and the need is an all-consuming thing, a desperate, clawing animal inside me. And I’m so scared.
Scared that they’ll violate me, that they’ll take whatever they want.
But I’m even more terrified of the sick, twisted part of me that knows I’ll like it. That my body, this traitorous thing, will crave the violation.
A door opens, and through my haze of pain, I realize I’m back in the guest room.
Cass’s smoked-amber scent is overwhelming, making my clit pulse in time with my heart.
The arms holding me tighten for a second before gently laying me down on the cool, empty sheets. The relief is instant but fleeting, as another cramp twists my womb once again.
My back arches, and a small door on the other side of the room swings open.
Cass takes a small step forward, his face a thundercloud of fury. He’s wearing only a towel slung low on his hips. His salt-and-pepper hair and broad chest are still glistening with water from a shower.
His hard eyes lock onto Grason, and a growl rips from his chest.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Cass snarls. “I told you not to fucking touch her.” He takes a single step out of the bathroom, then stops dead. His nostrils flare, and his eyes flash as he scents the air, smelling me.
A low, primal sound rumbles from his chest.
It makes my entire body light up, a jolt of electricity shooting through me. More slick gushes from my opening, dripping down my backside and soaking into the thick comforter beneath me.
I scream, and Grason flinches like I slapped him. His hands tremble where they still hold me, his fingers lingering for a second, soothing over my sides and hips in a ghost of a touch before finally letting go.
There’s another, sharper growl from Cass.
Heavy footsteps.
Then the bedroom door shuts, the click echoing in the sudden silence. Grason’s crisp pine scent vanishes, leaving only me and the vicious, wounded alpha in front of me.
Cass’s dark gaze darts across my face before sliding down my body. My fingers curl around the hem of my shirt, and I realize it’s damp, clinging where it shouldn’t be, a humiliating reminder of how my body keeps betraying me.
“I can smell you from here, little omega,” he rumbles, his voice a low, rough vibration that sends heat spiraling through me despite my fear. “All that sweetness. Wasted.” He inches toward the bed, putting as little weight on his bad leg as he can.
His movements somehow still feel predatory despite the injury.
My eyes catch on the outline of his cock, thick and heavy, tenting the towel and swaying out in front of him.
“Don’t!” A snarl rips from my throat, raw and desperate. “Stay the fuck away from me!” I gasp, my voice trembling so badly the words barely make it out. He takes another step, and my fear spikes so hard I can’t breathe.
For a terrifying second, I’m a little girl again, hiding under the blankets, waiting for that vicious monster to visit her in the middle of the night.
“Don’t!” I sob as tears blur my vision.
Cass freezes in his tracks.
All at once, all the aggressive tension drains from his body, and when he looks at me, the cold hunger in his eyes is replaced by a soft, devastating sadness.
For a single, shocking moment, it’s like he’s actually hit pause on his primal desires, seeing not an omega in heat, but the terrified girl underneath.
“Sweet omega,” he whispers, his voice rough with an emotion I can’t name. “I won’t hurt you.”
Hot tears roll down the side of my face, into my hair.
“Please let me help you,” Cass says softly, then he begins to purr.
The low, rumbling vibration sinks deep into my skin, easing the searing pain in my belly just long enough for me to draw a ragged breath. I roll onto my side, wiping my face on the blanket while I clutch my stomach.
For a moment, there’s a pocket of quiet in all the chaos.
Cass’s purr washes over me, and I’m actually calm, almost feeling normal.
Maybe even safe?
Finally able to breathe, I force myself to look up at him.
I can’t help but feel utterly shocked that the alpha is still frozen in place, that he hasn’t attacked me yet. He’s just standing there, looking at me, his expression so soft it’s almost unrecognizable. And his body…
I’m floored by how powerful and strong he looks.
How handsome. The dark, thick scruff of his beard looks soft, a stark contrast to the sharp line of his jaw.
His eyes, which were so cold and predatory before, are now a deep, dark blue, like the ocean after a storm, and they’re fixed on me with an intensity that steals my breath.
He looks like an absolute force of nature, and in this moment, he’s choosing to be still. For me.
“Are you okay?” Cass asks through his rumbling purr.
I open my mouth to answer, but my words are cut off as a fresh wave of pain grips me so hard I feel like I’m going to throw up. The fragile peace shatters, and I’m back in the fire, my body writhing on the bed as the cramps tear through me.
The shock of it settles in my chest and behind my eyes, sharp and disorienting.
Cass limps forward, closer to the bed. But he doesn’t say anything, he just stares at me intently, one hand gripping his cock through his towel.
I’m so thankful he’s not naked right now.
For some reason, that makes me feel better, like he is somehow still in control and that he won’t hurt me.
“Let me help you, omega,” Cass says, squeezing his cock. A wet patch of precum soaks through the towel, and my mouth begins to water. A sudden, shameful urge to suck it dry flashes through my mind, and I lick my lips.
I fucking hate this.
"I… I d-don't…want…" My words come out jerky and broken as I stutter through a fresh wave of pain, my body clenching.
I'm a mess of conflicting sensations. My pussy feels swollen, the lips puffy and slick with a constant, embarrassing trickle of fluid.
It's a deep, hollow ache, begging to be filled.
My clit is a hard, throbbing knot of nerve endings, so engorged it pulses with every frantic beat of my heart, a frantic beacon screaming for attention.
Then, in one horrifying movement, I feel my pussy dilate all the way, the muscles giving way in a surrender that feels both like a relief and a violation, opening up for the alpha in front of me.
I’m dying.
This is it.
My body is ripping itself wide open, from the inside out. Muscles threading apart and tendons snapping.
Delirious with pain, I lift my hand, silently begging for Cass's help. "Puh-lease."
But the fucking alpha doesn’t move.
He just stares at my face, his dark blue eyes searching mine, like he’s trying to make sure I fucking mean it.
More slick pours from my body, and I let out a vicious scream. That seems to break the asshole’s resolve. He moves to the bed, sitting on the side, too far for me to touch.
I need him closer!
But I can’t move. I can only scream. “Now!”
Then I feel Cass’s big hand circle around my ankle, and he drags my body toward him in one smooth, powerful pull. The movement makes my shirt ride up, exposing my soaked panties and my quivering stomach.
Once I’m close enough, Cass wraps his arms around me, lifting me effortlessly and pulling me into his lap. The alpha cradles me with one arm behind my back. The heat of his body is a furnace against my side, and the solid wall of his chest is an anchor.
Moving slowly, he brings his other hand up to brush the sweat-damp hair off my neck.
Every place where his fingers brush my skin drives me wild, a trail of fire that makes my inner walls clench.
When he moves to lean down to scent me, a lifetime of instinct takes over, and I snarl, a vicious, guttural sound.
Cass freezes once again, and the urge to cry hits me all at once.
The war inside me is so damn confusing. I want him inside me, filling the aching emptiness, but I also want him to fuck off and die.
“It’s okay.” Cass’s purr deepens into a low growl, a sound that vibrates through his chest and into mine, and my snarl fades into a whimper. Then, ever so slowly, he leans into my neck again and presses his nose to my skin, inhaling deeply.
The pressure against my scent gland is divine, a balm that makes the searing pain lift for a precious second. My nipples hardened, pebbling against the rough fabric of my T-shirt. It suddenly feels scratchy, an irritating barrier I’m painfully aware of.
I want to rip it off my body and coat myself in Cass’s lush, smoky scent until I can’t smell anything else.
But before I can move to take it off, Cass jerks back, his face twisted like he just smelled something awful.
“You need a bath,” he says, his voice flat. “You reek of the black market.”
A wave of hot shame washes over me. He thinks I stink.
I hate that I care, that my omega locks up, burning with embarrassment under the judgment of the powerful alpha.
I don’t want any of this.
But I’ll also die if he doesn’t fuck me soon...
“Come, omega.” Cass adjusts his hold on me. Then, in a single, fluid motion, he stands, flinging me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. He limps into the bathroom, my body bouncing with every painful step.