Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Stop crawling this way.” He looked as if he were straining to push through the small opening, even as he said, “You can’t let me in there now. It’s too late.”
All she could think of was how much she wanted to be stretched until she squealed. She needed a knot, wanted to taste come splash her face and pour down her throat. The ground was so hard, the metal having grown slippery and unbearable.
Where was the softness, the cooling dark full of welcoming scents, and a strong male to bend her in half?
“Stay where you are, Brenya.”
“I need…” Her eyes turned up, scalp prickling to find someone close enough to almost touch. “Make it stop.”
The Beta took a deep breath, screwing his eyes shut. A single word left his lips on a whisper. “Rebecca.”
And then he was gone, that sliver of space between the door and the wall as empty as her cunt.
Chapter 25
It was more than the pain.
There were no real words to describe the sense of emptiness—mind-numbing, hollow, torment didn’t come close. It was like being injected with acid. Her every movement and wail completely out of her control.
Rational thought had fled hours ago.
One moment Brenya hallucinated she was still dangling upside down from the outside of the Dome. The next she was in the alley with Jacques while he ripped her apart.
When she asked him to stop, he dropped her, the ground falling out from under her to the point Brenya’s skull bounced off the floor.
The blow woke her up.
She was back in the cockpit, where it was too bright from sunlight streaming through the windscreen.
Or was it from the orange strobe emanating from the beeping console?
Hull breach. Or was that air regulation failure?
Or was that the sun glinting off the Dome as she was cooked alive in her bio-suit, abandoned by her people, and worthless without her assignment?
Another wave of cramping bowed her body off the ground, left her shaken… and blind.
Trying to blink through the spots, warbling hallucinations played before her eyes. A blue-eyed Beta kneeling, the front of his trousers soaked through with something offering the most delicious of scents.
Dragging her body across the floor no matter her creaking limbs, Brenya tried to reach the male. She would have too, missing the fact the Beta had been restrained, that there was a weapon pointed at his skull.
A pair of bio-suit boots stepped into her path.
They were scentless, just another obstacle between the only thing that might end this torment. Straining to reach through them, from Brenya’s mouth came a series of incoherent filth that would have made an old whore blush.
The Beta was red-faced, eyes bulging. “Get me away from her!”
“If he so much as twitches backward, shoot him.”
That voice… that was the baritone of another male, but she could smell only the one.
A boot heel came to her shoulder, pushing her spine to the floor. Broad form blocking out the horrible sun, the mechanics of the suit’s speaker projected a soft question. “What am I to do with you, Brenya?”
Weeping, so close to relief but denied by the unshakable weight on her chest, she babbled, “Please.”
“Is this an improvement over all I’ve offered? Here you are, in the very estrous I have been patiently waiting for, away from your nest, outside of the safety of our home, writhing on a dirty floor and so desperate for relief”—the figure pointed to the kneeling Beta—“you would beg for that to fuck you.”
She’d given up trying to dislodge the boot, Brenya’s fingers snaking down her belly to thrust themselves where the ache had only grown at the sound of that voice. Wet squishes were pointless music in air drenched with the song of female need.
In and out, pressure on her clit, nothing helped.
She needed a male, went back to staring at the only one, while spreading her legs wide so the Beta could see what was on offer.
It worked. The Ambassador was fixated on the show, struggling as if he too had a boot weighing down his chest.
“And now you know what it is to be Omega.” The chuckle was coarse, muffled by the helmet electronics, and cruel. “It’s my duty to drive that lesson in. Never again will you dare to defy me, mon chou. Never again will you put yourself at risk. I am Commodore, and I will protect the Dome and all who live in. I will protect you from yourself.”
The great form looming over her kneeled, pinning the female before she might scamper straight toward temptation. Jacques took her jaw, forced her head to face him, and shoved the padded fingers of his gloved hand straight into her cunt.
A sharp inhale, and the female fell back and spread wider.
“This should have taken place in a soft nest. For that, it’s going to hurt more once I get my cock in you. I won’t hold back, Brenya. Bad girls have to learn their place. By the time your estrous breaks, you’ll have submitted to anything I demand. I’m going to take you in depraved ways that would make your sweet, virginal sensibilities recoil. Furthermore, you’ll thank me, your Alpha. You’ll beg me for more. You’ll have no choice.”