Chapter 3
Chapter
Three
RóISIN
I’m suspended in a series of notes. Each move is dictated to me by the rise and fall of string instruments playing. My limbs are being pulled by them, and I’m spinning and jumping in an effort not to cry.
Fire is lighting up my nerve endings, licking at my skin, or so it seems. I’m sweating underneath the flimsy clothing I’m wearing, and I desperately want to pull everything off.
I hate that I’m completely nose blind, because my eyes tend to close while I’m dancing.
I can’t tell if anyone is near me or not, and it’s affecting my spatial awareness.
I’m completing a spin as the music ends, and I force myself to open my eyes to rejoin the world.
All around the room, men are leaning forward, their nostrils flaring as they watch me. My slick is dripping down my thighs and I have to stifle a whine as my pussy clenches on nothing. I shouldn’t be wondering what it would be like to offer myself to the entire room.
This isn’t me…
I once heard a group of girls at school whisper about what a heat was like. None of us had ever had one, but curiosity still existed. Designations are found around sixteen, though some are earlier.
We didn’t even know if we’d ever get to participate in a heat, much less have one.
Based on what they talked about, I’m in full blown heat. Rubella must have triggered it with her drug or maybe she created a chemically induced reaction on purpose. The woman is fucking evil, so anything is possible.
Cathal walks over to me, his hand up as people begin to clap. The men stand, giving me a standing ovation, yet all I can do is press my hand to my stomach as a wave of nausea begins to accompany the pain.
“Don’t puke, girlie,” Cathal says, raising his voice so I can hear him over the noise. “I’ll get you what you need.”
I want to tell him that I don’t want whatever he has planned, but I can’t push the words out. I haven’t spoken since he took me, and I don’t think I will be any time soon.
I’m his mute little dancer. I think it makes him feel powerful to know that he robbed me of my voice.
The only thing I want is alpha cock and knots right now. Wait…fuck. My body shudders visibly, and Cathal pulls me tightly against him. The feeling of a body against mine should be helping. However, with my sense of smell gone, I can’t get any relief.
“Isn’t she stunning?” Cathal yells out, his voice reaching the back of the ballroom.
His hand is on the back of my neck, a not so subtle reminder to continue to perform as he squeezes hard.
Refusing to show that he’s hurting me, I force myself to smile, thinking that he’s going to escort me away.
My chest is heaving from exertion and anxiety.
My skin is crawling because nothing is right, and my mind is screaming for a nest I’ll never get.
The room continues to cheer, but it’s quickly deteriorating into growls.
Cathal is playing a very dangerous game, one where I don’t know the rules as alphas and the betas with them palm their cocks.
Cathal apparently invited people that he wants to build relationships with, and I swallow hard, hoping he’s not planning to pass me around the room.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to recover from that. These men will tear me apart.
Someone hands Cathal a microphone to force them to calm down, and though he doesn’t need it, he puts it up to his mouth to speak.
“Gentlemen,” he says calmly. His hand continues to squeeze my neck, and as my body tightens, my asshole does too, forcing slick to slide out of it to accommodate the plug. As uncomfortable as it is, I’m pretending it’s a knot to keep me from begging for one.
“It seems that my little dancer is having her first heat, which is why everyone in this room’s cock is rock hard.”
The men smirk and chuckle as they nod, their eyes on me, as if they’re waiting for Cathal to offer me to the crowd. My pulse has to be jumping under his thumb where he strokes it gently. There’s a commotion at the back of the room, which nudges Cathal to continue with his speech.
“I know I invited you all to talk business after the performance tonight, but I think we may need to table that for now. Instead…”
I’m distracted by the sight of a huge bed being carried in and the women wearing very little clothes, which is why I don’t notice that Cathal’s hands have moved to the material at my back. They pull hard, ripping the dress off my body, and I gasp as the air caresses my skin.
Dropping the ruined material, he grins at the room as he squeezes my breasts tightly. Whimpering, I strain for more contact, feeling as if I’m slowly losing my sanity. I will soon be a mewling, feral omega. I can’t control my emotions or needs.
Everything feels more intense.
The mic is turned off and shoved in his pocket, where it remains ignored and pressed against my ass as he commands the attention of the room.
“Let’s enjoy ourselves, drink, and watch my sons fuck the omega through her heat, shall we?” he asks.
My wide gaze flies from the crowd to his sons where they’re pulling off their shirts as the bed is placed to my left.
No fucking way. Everything is happening at a weird speed, both too fast and too slow as the room around me begins to blur. Can a panic attack feel like this? Oxygen feels as if it’s in short supply as I gasp for it, and Cathal’s sons are walking closer as they shed their clothes along the way.
My feet are frozen to the floor as if I’m growing roots right here. Running isn’t an option when so many want to watch this play out.
Cathal wraps his fist in my hair, turning my back to the room as he shoves me forward.
My eyes are trained between my legs as he kicks them apart, with the heat of many different eyes locked on me.
His fingers push open my lower lips to expose my pussy to the room, and I dig my fingers into his forearms as my eyes burn.
Now my vision is blurring for a different reason as tears slide down my face. I don’t care if I’ll be punished for it as I’m already getting the treatment of someone who doesn’t matter. My words, concerns, feelings…none of it is something that ever crosses Cathal’s mind.
He, and the sons that he raised, are animals. Nothing can ever change my mind about this. Kindness is a weapon and I’ll never forgive them for it.
Cathal’s thick fingers shove their way into my tight entrance so hard that I rock off my heels with a squeal. I can’t help it, it’s wordless and hoarse from vocal cords that have suffered from persistent disuse.
The only thing keeping me from toppling onto my face is his tight grip on my hair. Groaning, he listens to the sound of my slick as he pushes it in and out of my cunt.
“Deacon, turn the mic on so everyone can hear how fucking sexy her cunt is,” Cathal says.
A hand lifts the mic out of Cathal’s pocket, and I turn scarlet as Deacon turns it on and moves it directly by my pussy. The room sits in silence now, with the sounds of my slick echoing around the room.
“The little slut prepped her ass to be fucked,” Cathal chuckles. “Look how well it's stretched. It takes serious concentration to dance as well as she has. I don’t think it’s anything her parents would be proud of us for.”
As the room full of men chuckles, I swallow back a sob from both shame and pain. My stomach twists in anger from being teased, and my pussy clamps down on Cathal’s fingers, demanding more. My thighs are slick covered and messy, painting the picture of a whore that Cathal is describing.
His fingers begin to twist as he stuffs me full, and I mewl as he bounces me on them. My breasts are heavy and flushed, and my back bows as his fingers curl against a bundle of nerve endings that sing with excitement.
“Make her come!” a man yells.
I can hear skin beginning to slap against each other and loud sucking as well. The whores obviously aren’t wasting any time. Cathal pays them well to entertain and this is their only job. I suppose it's better than my life since I would never choose this for myself.
“Should I?” Cathal asks slyly, never stopping as he finger fucks me. He’s never been interested in my pleasure before, I wouldn’t be surprised if he stopped out of spite. My cunt sucks at his fingers as he shoves them deeper, and I scream as he hurtles me off the cliff of my release.
I think my heat has more to do with this than any talent the alpha possesses, but I’ll never tell him this. Cathal draws out my orgasm, continuing to thrust until the flutters begin to fade. Pulling me up to stand, he forces me to face him as he shoves his fingers into my mouth.
“Clean me up to show your gratitude,” he growls. Sucking and licking, I do as he says, tasting myself as he forces his fingers down my throat. “Up on the bed, now. Present that pussy to my sons. Show them their prize.”
I can’t move until he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and releases my hair.
Pulling me around to face the bed, his hand cracks across my ass to force me to move faster.
Doing as he says, I get on the bed and lay down with my ass up and head down.
The hot slick continues to push out of my holes, and I shiver as it cools against my skin.
“Some of you are already enjoying the whores I’m supplying you with. Please, indulge, enjoy the show my sons are about to provide you with, and those of you who stay the entire time will be rewarded,” Cathal calls out.
What he doesn’t say is that they’ll be witnesses to a crime. I can’t consent, I’m out of my mind with need, and I’m a pet at best. Whatever happens after this isn’t something I want. Cathal is testing them, even I can see that.
The mattress depresses as someone climbs onto it, and an alpha groans.
“Enjoy the gift, my sons,” Cathal says loudly. “She’s begging for it. Make her come often and you’ll satisfy the beast of her heat. She may even thank you for it. She’s too valuable to lose her mind for good.”
There’s a hint of a threat in his words. Everything in front of me whites out as light explodes over my vision when a face is shoved between my thighs. His tongue sloppily runs over my arousal, sucking on my clit hard enough to make me moan.
Maybe it would be better if I lost my mind, trapped there indefinitely. Cathal is never going to let me go.