Chapter 12 #2
Choking begins behind him, and I realize Bellamy and the pack are making Clyde do exactly what I wanted. I’m not sure what the mechanics of it are, yet I believe Abbott when he says it’s being handled.
“I think I need duct tape,” Shiloh says. “That’ll keep his dick in his mouth. At least the piss won’t go far now.”
“Oh my god,” I whisper, unable to keep back the inappropriate giggle that escapes.
“Mmm. Just like I thought. You’re perfect for us,” Abbott says, his fingers tangling in my hair as he presses his forehead against mine. “What else can we break, sweet girl?”
“The rest of his fingers,” I say.
“Can I choke him with his intestines instead of the belt?” Shiloh asks. “It gets kind of gross. If you green light it, you may need to step outside.”
“Ew,” I mutter, making a face.
“Practice your skinning skills instead,” Abbott suggests. “Cut off his fingers and toes, electrocute him through his ass cavity, and make him scream. Then shove shit in the hole left where his dick used to be once you’ve done that and then light that shit up so he burns from the inside out.”
“Is that possible?” I ask, my lips parting in shock.
“We’ll sure as shit find out,” Abbott says, his lips pressing against mine. “They won't let him bleed out. That’s a death that’s too fucking good for him.”
I can’t help the small whimper as I feel how soft and firm his lips are as he waits to make another move. No one’s ever kissed me but Bellamy and Cassidy. I can smell mint on his breath and flick my tongue out, testing the waters as he groans.
“Winter,” he rumbles, my name almost a prayer on his lips as his hand squeezes my thigh under my dress. I’m not sure when that happened, but my pussy clenches on nothing as I whine. “Your noises are killing me. Please be good, or don’t. Fuck. I don’t know what to do.”
“Kiss her.”
“Kiss me.”
Bellamy and I speak at the same time, and my lips twitch at how in sync we are. I’m sure his dick is beginning to push out slick as I get wetter as well. I’m just not sure what to do about it. I don’t want to be rejected by asking for more.
“Are you sure?” Abbott’s warm breath hisses out as he kisses my jaw. They’re open mouthed with teeth, making me dig my heels into his ass as I whimper softly.
“I can smell her from here,” Cassidy moans. “So fucking sweet.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Ple—”
His lips cover mine before I can finish the word, and I follow his lead as I let him in. His tongue glides over mine, and I moan as my arms tighten around him. My fingers play with the hair at the back of his neck and his moan makes me shiver.
“You never have to beg me,” he says against my lips before he’s kissing me again. “Not ever.”
The sounds of fingers breaking and the pack talking amongst each other fade to the background as Abbott’s hand squeezes my thigh. A part of me really wants him to move higher as his hand in my hair fists gently to take control of the kiss. This is what I want.
Just more.
“Fuck, I want to make you come as you listen to that fucking waste of space get what he deserves,” Abbott groans. “Is that too much?”
“No,” I gasp. “I don’t…I don’t know how to ask for that.”
Abbott’s thumb rubs my skin, before he nods.
“Then don’t ask,” he murmurs as his hand ghosts up my thigh until his knuckle is rubbing against the damp cotton hiding my pussy from him. “What if you trust your body to tell me what you want?”
“That…feels good,” I admit, gasping, as his knuckle finds my clit. “My body hasn’t always made good decisions.”
“You’re not drugged now,” Bellamy reminds me, peeking from around Abbott to watch. “Mmm. So pretty, Beloved. I bet you could come fully dressed, couldn’t you?”
The very idea makes my pussy gush. Maybe it’s because I’ve had access to so little clothing until recently, and I don’t know if I’m comfortable being naked in the basement. If I’m honest with myself, I don’t really want to answer questions about the brand on my buttcheek that Clara gave me either.
Somehow, I feel like it’ll kill the current mood, and I don’t want that.
“Yes,” I admit. My legs are holding my body up as Abbott’s left hand continues to hold my hair, and his other hand enjoys driving me wild with incredibly light touches.
“It’s hard to bury the past,” Bellamy sighs, watching me. My skin feels warm as I flush, focused on him.
He’s right. It’s because the past still feels too close, and I don’t know how to out pace it. The memories are constantly there, threatening to drown me in their poignancy.
“How about we make new memories, and help you trust yourself again?” Abbott asks.
“Yes. I need you to touch me,” I confess, my pelvis twitching forward every time his knuckle brushes against my clit.
Tightening my legs, I fist my hands in his shirt as I press closer against his knuckle.
I gasp as he pulls aside the barrier of my panties, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“So impatient, but then, I am as well,” Abbott murmurs. He pushes one finger into my cunt making me moan as he thrusts it slowly.
“I’m not a virgin,” I remind him, wanting more.
“Fuck, you’re pushy,” he grunts, pushing two more fingers into my tight channel. “Happy now?”
His lips are curved into a teasing smile, so I tentatively decide to respond in kind as he begins to slide his fingers in and out of me.
“I’m getting there,” I say breathlessly.
“Now who’s a brat,” Bellamy chuckles. “Give him hell, Beloved. She’s a handful when you edge her.”
“Is that true?” Abbott asks, grinning. “Fuck, you’re so tight and hot. That’s right. Ride my fingers, baby. I don’t want to edge her, Bellamy. I want to make her come while the alpha douchebag dies behind me.”
“Guess I should do my part in killing him, huh?” Bellamy asks. I catch sight of him as he salutes me before he disappears behind Abbott, and I keep myself focused on how good I’m feeling as an electrical snap begins behind me.
“And I want to see your hands go up!” Shiloh sings out, just before I hear a body snapping and jumping with electricity.
It’s the equivalent of yelling “clear,” but with some flair.
“Shi is a little dramatic, as you can see,” Abbott croons, nipping at my chin to get my attention again.
I get the feeling Shiloh isn’t the only dramatic alpha here.
“Why say it when you can sing it?” Shiloh asks as he works.
“How is this, Winter?” Abbott asks, his fingers pushing deeper, filling me as they press against a spot only Bellamy has ever hit before occasionally.
I might not be a virgin, but I’m still insanely inexperienced for a sex trafficked omega.
“Good,” I gasp. “Fuck. So good. More.”
“You’ll get it. I plan to spoil you with orgasms,” Abbott promises, kissing me.
“It smells so good in here,” Ansel growls. “This makes torture more fun. Let us hear you come, Winter. I want to hear it.”
My eyes widen before I whimper as Abbott’s thumb expertly rubs my clit.
“There. Oh, God,” I cry out.
“If you call him God, he’ll be impossible to live with,” Cassidy sighs. “I do want to hear those pretty noises more.”
“Sing for them, baby,” Abbott says, kissing me hard and fast.
I get lost in the sea of sensations as I ride Abbott’s fingers, letting him swallow down my noises as I gasp and moan as he brings me closer to an orgasm.
His fingers curve inside of me, and I mewl as my head drops back. Abbott groans as he licks down my skin, finding the droplets of sweat as they bubble up.
“So sexy,” he murmurs. “Such a gorgeous omega. You already have four alphas wrapped around your little finger, did you know that? They’re hanging on your every sound, breathing in your sweet scent. I bet they’re going to fight to suck your slick off my fingers. Who do you want to have it?”
I…words are really fucking hard as his thumb rubs over and over on my clit. Heat and flutters grow in my stomach, tumbling over each other as I clench around him.
“Mmmm. Such a good girl,” he praises me. I can hear the sharp sound of scissors removing offending alpha digits, yet I’m lost in Abbott’s eyes, too caught up in his words and how aroused the sound of torture is making me.
I may not want to see it, but it’s definitely doing something to me. I can feel Bellamy’s amusement and arousal, and know his ass is clamping down on nothing, sad and empty while Abbott pleasures me.
One day, baby, he whispers in my mind, and just the thought of it makes me come with a scream.
“Fuck yes. Get it, baby,” Shiloh groans.
“You’re strangling my fingers so well, Winter. Goddamn, I haven’t come in my pants in forever but….Oh God,” Abbott gasps, his hand releasing my hair to grab my ass instead.
Holding me tightly as he finger fucks me through the aftershocks of my orgasm, he buries his face in my throat as he shudders. My fingers massage his scalp, somehow knowing he’s blowing his load in his pants.
We’re both breathing hard as we hold each other tightly, the smell of fire and smoke beginning to fill the air.
“Oops!” Ansel says, making Abbott huff out a laugh under his breath.
“Looks like this is all mine then,” he says, lifting his head as he pulls his fingers from my pussy.
I wince because he has big fucking fingers, long enough to hit the best parts of me, yet somehow I immediately miss them.
Abbott shoves his slick drenched digits in his mouth, the whites of his eyes showing as he seeks every drop of my release.
“Wow,” I whisper, wishing I had more now.
His fingers pop out of his mouth as he sees me squirm, and he smiles gently at me.
“We have to relocate. The knuckleheads behind me need to air out this side of the basement,” he says. “Do you want a photo when Clyde is dead? I need a shower since I currently have a load of cum in my pants. I skipped the boxers, so…”
“Is it running down your leg?” I ask, realizing what just happened. My cheeks heat as I realize I did that, and the group behind us laughs.
“I mean, to be fair, I probably would have come in my pants too,” Ansel says. “Note to self for the list makers of the pack: wear boxers for the near future.”
“I made it on a list,” I giggle, feeling happy and loose as I kiss Abbott on his lips.
“That you did,” he says, his legs already crossing the room. “Remember to take the photo!”
“Yes, boss!” The group choruses, including Bellamy.
“Want to nap on the pack bed while I shower?” Abbott asks. “I need to make a few calls to have this joker picked up once he kicks the bucket, but I can cuddle.”
My lids feel heavy as I nod, and I lay my head on his shoulder. Abbott fixes my panties discreetly before moving his hands to support me better.
“We won’t let bad things happen anymore, baby,” Abbott whispers. “If they do, we promise to burn the world down until they stop. Crossing us and our omegas is a death sentence.”
As he walks up the inner staircase to the main floor, I believe him. There aren’t any holds barred here, nor do they believe in allowing the police to “fix it.”
Clara used to laugh whenever someone used to bring up law enforcement. No, she’s not afraid of them, but she is afraid of the Minnesota mafia we left behind.
Clara isn’t going to be ready when Shiloh finds her, and I have a feeling that Clyde’s death will barely be a blip on the fucked up shit Pack Tremaine is capable of.