Chapter 41
CHAPTER
FORTY-ONE
TROY
Avery’s goon had to remove the duct tape earlier because I almost asphyxiated on my own vomit. It didn’t even bother Avery. She and Tina stripped down to their underwear, had their guards put me in the shower, and scrubbed me down.
No one even batted an eye when I proceeded to throw up on them either. I didn’t think I had anything left inside of me, but my body proved me wrong.
I’ve been here almost twenty-four hours, and I’m exhausted. I can’t sleep, I won’t. Who fucking knows what they’ll do to me if I do. I’m existing on the refusal to comply with anything Avery wants, despite the drugs she’s pushing into my system.
As insane as it is, I’m holding onto the fact that they haven’t been able to get my cum. There’s a blockage in my brain, and my body won’t orgasm. Avery has forced all kinds of shit into my system, even going so far as to set up an IV because she’s concerned it may affect my semen output.
Some of these things might be considered sweet if it wasn’t a psychotic omega doing this, and you could forget that she’s trying to get pregnant without my consent.
Instead, every touch is creepy, and I cringe whenever she plays with my hair.
I’m sitting in this chair covered in goosebumps because it’s cold, my cock is erect, and Avery is on her knees, staring at it as if it holds the answer to all her prayers.
“Come on, it's been hours,” Avery groans, her hand wrapping around the top of my dick. The tip is red and angry because I won’t come, and it’s steadily dripping precum.
They gagged me again after I tried to alpha bark my way out of this, and my arms are tied tightly behind my back. “Just give me what I want, baby.”
I was so angry earlier, I broke the handcuffs they used on me. The drugs are making me aggressive, something I don’t exhibit unless I’m playing hockey. The veins in my throat are bulging as if I’m roided out, and I truly believe I’ll go on a killing spree the second I’m released.
My fury is targeted and insistent on killing the entitled monster on her knees between my thighs.
“I want to sing to it,” she announces. This would almost be funny if she wasn’t serious. Tina merely shrugs and gives her what she wants. It doesn’t fucking matter what it is, as long as the end result is getting Avery the results she wants.
The Itsy bitsy spider begins to play over the speakers, increasing my discomfort. Tina leaves the room to continue whatever evil bullshit she does for Avery that doesn’t have to do with getting her pregnant as her boss begins to sing at the top of her lungs to my dick.
From what I can gather, Tina is infiltrating communities well known for being loners. She targets those who seem to want friends, and then lures them into meeting up. That’s how she met Ella.
My ex-wife joined an online forum for single omegas, and attended a local event Tina hosted.
Ella had no idea Tina was targeting her and others, and thought she might make friends while living in a new city.
My ex-wife was trafficked along with four other women that night.
It doesn’t matter how much I hated her, she didn’t deserve that.
Closing my eyes, I try to ignore Avery’s awful singing.
I grind my teeth together to the point where they’re close to breaking as she wraps her lips around the tip of my cock and begins to hum as she sucks on it.
The sound I make is strangled and desperate, because while it feels good, I want to throw her into a wall until I break every bone in her body.
Avery massages my swollen knot, moaning suddenly. My eyes snap open to find that she has her hand between her thighs and I growl angrily. I don’t want her to fucking enjoy this.
I can smell her arousal and my stomach pitches as I gag, but she smiles serenely as she swallows my cock down. It makes me wonder if she was dropped on her head as a child.
Get off me!
Avery lifts her mouth off my cock with a frown and begins to take her panties off determinedly. She changed after the shower debacle, and she’s wearing a long sleeved dress, despite the heat outside.
Wherever she’s holding me, there are no windows and there is the distinct scent of moisture in the air. It doesn’t tell me much else because I don’t know Savannah well enough. I may live here, but I have a distinct pattern I follow between work and my pack.
“Don’t tell Tina,” she whispers as if we’re sharing a secret. “I think you need to fuck me in order to make a baby. Your cock won’t be able to resist, and then we can collect more cum after we break the seal. That’s a thing for guys, right?”
I certainly hope it isn’t. Biology says that even if I don’t come, I could get Avery pregnant simply with my precum if she’s fertile enough. Omegas can get pregnant outside of a heat, and it’s why Coach Hyde reminds his players to wrap their cocks before they fuck around.
“Nouhhhhh!” I yell at her. The gag in my mouth keeps my lips spread and tongue depressed.
It means I can’t speak well, can’t use my alpha bark on her, and basically removes any weapon I can use against her.
Drool pools in my mouth and escapes to dribble down my chin, reducing me to an angry toddler.
I struggle against the rope on my wrists and calves, feeling it chafe against my skin, knowing I’m hurting myself but unable to stop. Blood flows from my scraped skin, and still, I fight.
“Pretend I’m yours,” she says with a giggle. Avery pulls up her dress to expose her cunt to me, and I shudder in disgust. She could be the prettiest woman in the world, and I would react the same way.
What it all comes down to is this: Alisa is mine, and Avery is fucking garbage. My mind devolves into the basest of thoughts, primitive in its refusal to accept the omega straddling my lap.
“Avery,” Tina sighs from the door. “He’s going to hurt you. Can we sedate him if you insist on this?”
“I like the wild ones,” she says, pouting as her fingers guide my cock to her entrance. “Fine. Just a little sedative, Tina. I want to kiss him, and he’s really pissed at me.”
I scream in her face again, trying to buck her off of me as she sinks down on my cock.
“Oh, that’s nice,” she whimpers.
Tina looks through the items on a table she’s brought in over the past few hours and brings over a syringe.
“This is labeled as being filled with a sedative,” Tina murmurs.
Her hand shoves my neck to the side, and Avery helps her as I lose my shit.
I am tired of being touched and I want them off me!
The sting of the needle being shoved in pulls a growl from my lips, but Avery kisses my nose as if I’m an errant child refusing a shot.
“Ride him to your heart’s content, Avery,” Tina says, removing the needle. The longer they’re together, the more chummy they seem to get. It’s almost as if Tina forgets she works for the psychotic omega. “Do you want me to stay?”
“Only if you want to,” Avery sighs, her hips beginning to roll as they release their grip on my head. “I’ll probably be able to focus better this way if you need to go over any business.”
“Ah, that’s true. Our best brainstorming happened when you were fucking Zeno.”
“I really liked his cock,” Avery says, her breathing getting slower and heavier as she uses me.
I can’t move as well when the sedative pulls me into its grip and my vision gets fuzzy.
I can almost see Alisa as the black haired demon rides my cock, and I shake my head to remind myself it’s not.
I will not entertain anything different, and begin to think about traffic accidents.
I will not fucking give Avery what she wants.
“Mmm.” Avery moans as she licks up my throat, and her hands move over my skin. “My tattooed god. Please give me what I want. I won’t stop fucking you until you do. I haven’t had sex in too long, and you’re my new favorite obsession.”
“Avery, let’s get to work,” Tina says, coming back into the room with her laptop. She drags things into place until she’s happy with the setup, and sits down with her eyes on her boss. I may as well not exist.
God, how I wish that was true. I just want to disappear…
“Tell me what our next group of girls looks like. Aren’t you working on getting me the pretty writer? When was the last time you talked to her?”
“It’s been a couple of weeks…” Tina murmurs. “Let me see if she wants to bring our sprinting out of the chats and into a coffee shop.”
My eyes hood as I drift, and time begins to lose meaning as Tina drones on. She doesn’t care how much Avery moans or whimpers, and after a couple more hours, suggests that maybe I need to knot her in order to come.
The joke is on her. I’d rather die than do that.
I whisper apologies in my mind to my pack, and keep from falling asleep by telling them everything I haven’t had time to. The reality is we never really have long enough with the ones we love.
Not even if we have a million years together.
Two days later
ALISA
I’m curled up in a ball staring at the wall in the den as my pack works.
Silas is getting reports coming in that he’s running down, and he’s at River Street now looking into it.
While he does that, Easton is listening to the dispatch calls to see if he can find any hints as to where our alpha is, and Lyle is checking in with Hollis and Oliver.
Waiting is the hardest part. While some packs would embrace help from others, we are huddling and isolating. I can see why Silas, Easton, and Lyle feel this way.
We know this is going to be a hunt for a needle in a haystack, and extra hands isn’t what we need. Lyle has canceled any engagements he has, and he’s considering pulling out of the race entirely.
Ella’s ex-pack hasn’t heard from her, and Easton collected her laptop from her apartment yesterday.
Lyle says from what he was told by her ex-pack, they fell out of love and decided to move on.
They’re sharing custody of their child, but are concerned because there’s not been any communication from Ella.