“Well now, what have we here?” She tosses it to the alpha crouching beside me. “What do you think, Anton—can you compete with that?”
Anton merely grunts.
Delphine rifles through my bag and clucks her tongue.
“This is quite a little treasure trove you’ve got here. Let me guess, you felt yourself going into heat, but you didn’t want to be ravaged by any alphas, so you fled into the wilderness with some toys, thinking you could deal with it on your own. Is that about right?”
I just glare at her, masking my fear with defiance.
“Well, it’s an interesting plan,” the omega goes on. “Unfortunately, you picked the worst possible place to do it.”
“If you let me go, I promise not to tell anyone about this.”
I hate myself for how weak I sound, but I see no other choice. I’m outnumbered four to one here, and while I may have put a hurting on two of the alphas, they’ve already started to recover, and they are now standing over me with hate in their eyes. The one whose cock I twisted seems even angrier than the one I stabbed with my spear.
Now that I have a chance to look them over, I can see they have steel piercings all over their bodies. And while they are ugly, their faces are not twisted or deformed.
These alphas are not Farlanders. They must be from the Central Ruins tribe, same as me. But they obviously don’t abide by the same code of honor.
Especially not Delphine.
There’s something about her that scares me even more than her three alphas.
“Sorry,” she says. “But nobody can know we were here tonight. I’m afraid we’re going to have to kill you.”
“Can’t we fuck her first?” the one named Anton whines.
“Of course,” says Delphine. “All three of you are going to fuck her and knot her. Then, when our friends get here, we’ll let them have her too. They can dispose of her body after they’re finished. But first… I want to have a little fun with her.”
Before Delphine can tell me about her idea of fun, I sit up and reach for the spear between my legs. If they’re going to kill me, at least I can give them some wounds to remember me by.
But my heat has made me sluggish. The alpha named Anton yanks the spear away before I have a chance to grab it. The other two alphas rush forward and grab my arms, pinning me to the ground.
“You’re a fighter,” Delphine says with a smile. “That’s good. It means you’ll be more fun to play with.”
She picks up the unlit candle off the ground. Then she takes my lighter from Anton and relights the wick.
“Hold her down,” she says.
The other two alphas tighten their grips on my arms until it feels as if I’m being held by iron clamps. They growl hatefully at my futile struggles. Delphine straddles me and sits on my stomach. I try to buck her off, but for a small omega, she is surprisingly heavy.
“This must be your first heat,” she says. “Otherwise, you would already realize that your little satchel full of toys is totally useless. I know because I had the same idea once too.”
“Fuck you,” I snap.
“All in good time. But first we’re going to play a little game. Did you know that when an omega goes into heat, all her senses become heightened? Her sense of smell. Her sense of hearing. Her sense of touch…”
She tips the candle, dribbling a stream of hot wax over my left breast. It’s only wax, but to my heightened senses, it feels more like molten metal. I grit my teeth and try to writhe in agony, but the alphas keep my arms pinned with their hands, and Delphine keeps my hips pinned with her hips.
“Mm, you’re good at that,” she says. “You look so beautiful when you’re in pain. Don’t you boys think she looks beautiful?”
“Do her other tit,” says Anton.
Delphine holds the candle upright for a few moments to collect more hot wax. Just as my pain from the first dripping is starting to fade, she pours more of the stuff over my right breast. This time, some of it lands directly onto my erect nipple. I scream.
“Exquisite,” Delphine says. “Absolutely exquisite.”
She moves her weight off my body, and I try to kick her, but my muscles feel as though they have turned to mush, and she easily dodges my attack.