1 Kit
Rapture.
It existed on a whimsical plane, so I kept trying to get my wandering mind to focus on the physical contact.
My body craved to feel lost under the touch of another, but it hadn’t in too many wasted years with the wrong hands on me.
No one could know how I yearned for such satisfaction because I had to be the beacon of strength for us all, and I would be right now when the time was right.
“Lick my dripping cunt,” I told the na?ve man between my legs. Part of my displeasure stemmed from his betrayal, but he didn’t know that I knew. He had committed the most cardinal sin against me, but it wasn’t quite time to announce that little detail. He was under the guise that I didn’t know.
Lying in my satin sheets, I looked around my generous room that I created when I took charge of my own fate.
Dark woods lavished my quarters with matching furniture.
My four-poster bed was draped in a canopy of lavender and plum shades.
No pictures hung because sentiments showed weaknesses that I refused to give an enemy within my wall, and I had enemies in spades.
Within my numbers, only few knew the secrets that kept this place up and running.
A light rap filtered into my space, echoing just enough to hear over my moans.
There was only one person daring enough to interrupt me in a moment like this, and Anika entered to prove my point.
She was my most trusted Beta. The one who helped me build this empire from the ruins of my former life.
Made stockier for a woman, she was over six feet and built like a female boxer.
Keeping the sides of her head shaved to be two inches of baldness around her ears, she had her thicker mohawk of spiral curls box-braided back to look like she stood as a warrior.
It showed an undercut only around her ears to give her a full mane if it was down.
With her dark skin, she bleached her hair to stand out against the saturated hue of her skin.
The braids were a bright blue, making her resemble a mermaid in my eyes.
“Anika?” I addressed her. When Drake tried lifting his head from between my thighs, I let my hands fist into his hair to hold him where he belonged as a Delta—an Alpha who never wanted to form his own pack.
“Another siege has been taken in the city. We have a request for sanctuary.” Her full lips always looked luscious when she spoke, beautiful as usual.
“Another tonight?” A puzzling took over my face because we had already done an earlier rescue.
“Yes. I’m assuming they were going for a surprise attack because no pack would expect to be targeted in the same night as another.”
“Who requests our help?” I kept eye contact with her as my pussy was being pleasured. As an Omega, this was what I’d been made for, and I needed fulfilled to feel like my purpose didn’t tip toward the bleaker end of life.
“The call came in from Leia. She says you’re not gonna like who, but you’re the only one she trusts to keep them alive.”
Sonofa…
She didn’t need to say the name of the pack.
I already knew by her mention of Leia’s secret worry.
Seven years didn’t feel that long ago until she made me face this moment.
Leia would only be calling for sanctuary if the person was blood, and she didn’t have the means to keep them safe.
She’d been my only contact I kept from my former life because she believed in my cause.
Whether I was ready or not, my intervention now sat as the only thing standing between them and their ends. “It’ll cost her.”
“Handsomely. She’s offered five million,” Anika reported the offer given.
“No, something like this doesn’t get paid with cash.” I shook my head. When Drake moved, he reminded me that I was letting my guard down.
“What would be better than five?”
“Check with Alpha, but I think he’d rather have a favor owed. Leia will give it and two million because it’s her brothers’ lives on the line,” I cooed with a moan as Drake did the thing with his tongue that I liked.
“Yes, Omega.” Dipping her chin to me, she smirked from my Alpha mention, knowing why I had to throw it in. The boy was na?ve and stupid, but he might say something to someone else who might understand how to put two and two together.
Closing the door quietly, I watched as the light in the hall disappeared with her.
Now in the void of darkness I nested in, I let his virile youth promise to sate my prominent urges to hold me over.
Eagerly, his tongue lapped against my clit right before he latched his mouth around my entrance to suck.
It created a vacuuming sensation, tugging my swollen folds to feel the stretching.
Closing my eyes, I knew I’d climax from it.
He repositioned for me to find a different kind of satisfaction.
Relaxing, I basked in the laps of his thick tongue as he let a finger join his play.
Swirling my entrance, he teased and tormented me into bliss.
Oh, how cruel it was that I had to punish him. Drake would be missed after this.
Making me cum, I whimpered and mewled as my juices sprayed over his entire face. My nectar was sweet because I was an Omega. Men like him thought that was my only worth, and they never expected to find out how powerful I was. They never saw it coming.
Coming up from between my legs, he got on his knees to begin undoing his belt. I rested against my nest of pillows that I made on my bed. Some instincts couldn’t be fought, and my nesting happened to be one of them. I just couldn’t afford the scents I longed for it to be covered in.
Darting my hand forward, I paused his excitement. “Can you hold me for a bit first? I want cuddled.”
“Whatever gets you off, Omega. As long as I get to give my knot.” Typically, I would take his knot because I was exceptional at it. I had a good Alpha teacher when I was younger who taught me.
“Oh, I will be playing with knots,” I promised.
With his straining cock out, I could see just how badly he wanted relief, but I wasn’t going to let him find it.
Not ever again. Letting him nestle against me, all my lovers knew I was not to be cuddled to feel inferior.
Playing with his long, golden strands of hair, I was going to miss his boyish charms.
“Drake, do you remember when we first had sex?” I mused.
“Yeah, it was right after you saved me from the Sellers.” He inhaled my musk over my breasts.
I was fully clothed in my silk nightie and mesh robe.
The neckline and end of my sleeves had the fluffy feathering because I went overboard when needing to look like a pampered princess.
But a princess born in poverty didn’t entice packs to want them.
My rebuilding required a rebranding, and I finally made it out of the trailer park I grew up in.
“That’s right! I saved you,” I hummed my agreement. “I nearly forgot about pulling you from the jaws of slavery. How those Sellers enjoy forcing knots to build until they explode the meaty flesh around… You were right on the cusp of being someone’s bitch when I gave you a home here instead.”
“A good home,” he purred, humping his hard cock against my thigh, his knot being small because he wasted the bulge already.
“I picked you over all the others, gave you benefits they didn’t have, and I saved your sister from the Sellers too. I let you out of the compound to visit her with my guards protecting you.”
“Yeah, you’re amazing.” Ass kisser.
Rolling my eyes, I let that fester into my soul even more than my rage already had. “Oh, I quite know how amazing I am, and I only ever asked for one thing in return. Do you remember what that was?”
That was when he finally stiffened just a smidge. Ah, so he was catching onto what I discovered. “You wanted my exclusivity, being only your sexual partner.”
“Yes, that one thing, and you were offered a life in the lap of luxury.” Petting his hair, I wickedly smiled over the back of his head.
He couldn’t see my devious grin or that my other hand readied the noose I hid below the long pillow we were sprawled over.
“It’s crazy to think about the life of starvation and suffering I saved you from too. Weren’t you living on the streets?”
“I was,” he admitted, swallowing hard, still trying to mask that nothing was wrong.
“Going from dumpster diving to fine dining…”
“Omega,” he started, fretting what was to come.
Just like that, I whipped out the loop of rope to land directly around his neck.
Cinching it, I made sure to leave no room for him to get oxygen.
He struggled, pulling at the rope around his measly throat, digging his feet against the mattress to anchor himself upward in my nest. Sad day for him, my fur blankets slid with his jerks.
Being vindictive was everything that kept fueling my revenge.
“Please,” he tried to speak, but I yanked even harder to shut him up.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” I hissed next to his ear. “All those times you visited your sister, it wasn’t her spare bed you slept in, was it?”
“Omega, I’m sorry.” They always were once they got caught.
“Apologies are hollow words when you’ve proven otherwise,” I growled. “I gave you everything, but you still chose to betray me.”
“Don’t kill me!”
Turning his head my way, I let my long and manicured nail run along his handsome, square jaw. “Kill you? You’re too pretty to die, young little Delta.”
He thought it was safe to relax when I let the noose soften around his raw flesh. I learned young that kindness was never rewarded. Men only spoke the language of brutality. One little weakness would cripple your defense against them.
“Thank you,” he breathed sharply.
“Oh, I wouldn’t thank me. You see, you shared yourself outside of my room.
You broke my most sacred, cardinal rule.
Now that you have, your knot will never be received by me again.
” Thriving in this world of depravity, I turned off my humanity the moment I’d been fed to the city.
I only survived to become what I stood as today, and the men about to come through my door for sanctuary later were who hit the first domino in my spiral toward wickedness.
Anika knew it was her time to enter, so she came in with two other men dressed in white suits and sunglasses. Her eyes always ravished over my torture sessions, loving how I made these vile men suffer. We always shared a look of satisfaction no orgasm could rival.
“No…” He knew exactly who they were. “No! Please! Omega, don’t you love me?”
His panicked eyes turned up to see mine. Petting his face with my slender fingers, I pouted. “Oh, of course, I love you, but… I love myself and my boundaries more.”
That’s when he saw what a true villain I grew to be.
He learned in a rapid second that I would not be messed with.
Men in white suits meant Sellers, and he knew who I called the moment he saw them.
Usually, I never did business with the grotesque group who ran the sex ring, but Drake made the perfect exception.
Snapping my fingers, two of my other guards brought in the young female Omega who lived with his sister.
I bit into his earlobe for her to watch as fright fed into her anxiety.
“Your loyalty to me was voided the moment you touched her. Without loyalty to me, you no longer have my protection. You gain my wrath because you didn’t love me enough. ”
“No! Omega, please, no…” He began to weep, comprehending why she was here.
“Did she know you belonged to me?” I asked him. He couldn’t answer because the truth would get her killed, and he couldn’t lie to me. I had a talent for reading through the bullshit. “Tell me with complete honesty that she didn’t know, and I’ll spare her pathetic life.”
Hanging his head, he lost hope. At my command, I led him off the bed to stand before her. She was pretty, young and poise. Her adolescence would be why she got killed today. Anika handed me the gut hook knife hunters used. Holding it in front of him, I made sure he got the point.
“This can go two ways. Either you kill her as fast as you please, or I do it nice and slow.” Turning my head to the buyers, I saw one checking his watch. “Sellers, you don’t mind this slight delay, do you?”
“Not at all.” The other smirked, loving the cruelty I was made to give, a vengeful angel now fallen into their lurking shadows.
Tipping my chin to them, I made sure get my mouth against his ear again. “What’s it going to be, Drake?”
“I want to speak to Alpha about this,” he growled, trying to ask for management. The poor boy never figured it out. Alpha was just an idea, hiding me as the true puppeteer.
“Who do you think granted his men permission to collect your little fling?” I batted my long lashes over my psychotic eyes at him.
“I’m his most prized possession. He doesn’t like seeing me upset.
What do you think he’ll do to her instead?
” He knew not to push it after that. The man who loved me dearly wouldn’t be any less aggressive because I made him up to be that domineering over me.
Only fictional men were that possessive.
“I’ll do it.” He reached for the knife a little faster than I had wanted, eager to try and get me.
Dangling it out of reach, I sneered. “Oh, and if you try anything with the knife against me or anyone else, I have my guards in your sister’s home, waiting to hear from me if she gets to live.”
His eyes widened, understanding I wasn’t stupid enough to fail so easily. The girl trembled the moment he took the knife from me. “Drake,” she pleaded.
“I have to.” His hand shook when he lifted it to point at her. I wasn’t sure what it was about a gutting knife, but I loved what it did to a torso when I had to rip one open. The sleek design made it easier to shred through the pesky bones and muscle layers.
Jabbing it forward, he chose to plunge it into her eye, hitting her brain instantly.
Huh, maybe he had been paying attention to all the times I showed mercy because that’s what I did.
Her blood sprayed my chest and face when he removed the knife because I was behind him.
Not that I minded being painted in the blood of my enemies.
Anika answered her radio, speaking quietly into it to respond. Letting her dark eyes find me, she tipped her chin. “The package has been delivered. I told them we’d intercept in the throne room.”
Ah, the throne room, my favorite. Stepping over the corpse of the girl whose name I didn’t even learn, I let my heeled slippers clank against the floor.
The same fuzzy feathers of my robe were found on the strap arching over my toes.
My hair was even done in old-fashioned waves like an old actress wore.
My long, dark locks looked even better over my dark red nightie.
This pampered princess was about to meet the men who dumped her for being trailer trash, and she was wearing blood as an accessory.