Pressure built steadily, each movement winding it further until I could barely breathe. When it finally broke, pleasure tore through me without warning, stealing the air from my lungs and locking my body in place as a tingling sensation flooded every nerve.
"Good omega. Let go and squeeze hard on my fingers."
My eyes screwed shut as I rode the orgasm out in waves. Silent shudders wracked my body and all its tension slowly unraveled.
“There you go,” Silas murmured. “Just like that. It feels so good to have your handler's fingers stuffed in your tightpussy, doesn't it, little mute?"
Every dirty word he spoke, elongated my orgasm.
My overstimulated body had barely begun to settle when a sharp click sounded at the doorway.
The door creaked open, as time slowed.
Panic flared, my eyes snapping to Silas. He only smiled, cold and empty. Knox didn’t even turn, his attention still fixed on the window, as a shadow loomed in the doorway.
Marco was so much larger than I remembered, his face swallowed by shadow.
My blood ran cold.
"My turn next," he said, a wicked smile cutting across his mouth, exposing sharp teeth.
I tried to pull away from Silas, but his arm banded me, holding me in place while his fingers remained in my core.
"You were right about this omega slut, sir. Wet and ready for you," Silas chuckled, throwing back the army blanket and exposing what his fingers were doing to me.
Marco stalked toward me, hungry eyes fixed on where Silas dipped inside me, moving in and out, making loud, wet, noises.
“I told you, Lena,” he snarled. “There’s no future for you that doesn’t circle back to me. Your soul is mine. Soon your body will be too.”
He lunged.
I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my body snapping upright. My breath seized in my chest, panic clawing through me as sweat slicked my skin. My lips parted, closed, parted again, but no sound came out.
Fingers brushed my cheek, and I recoiled instinctively, shrinking away.
“Hey. Lena. Look at me,” a steady voice said. “You okay? What’s wrong?”
My head shook as I fought to focus, the room blurring before slowly sharpening. Concerned blue eyes searched my face.
Knox.
Relief hit hard and fast as I looked around. Daylightstreamed through the window. Silas now occupied Knox’s lookout perch, watching outside, while his brother knelt beside me, one hand braced on the mattress.
“At first we thought you were having a very good dream,” Knox said, a flicker of amusement crossing his face.
Heat rushed to my cheeks.
“And then it turned bad.”
The air was thick with scent, mine and theirs tangled together. Mortification twisted in my chest.
“Hey,” Knox said gently. “It’s okay. Just a dream. I told you last night, there’s nothing wrong with feeling… things.”
At some point after my conversation with Knox, I must have fallen asleep again. Everything after that had been a dream.
“We’ve got movement,” Silas said sharply.
The words snapped me fully awake, pulling me out of my embarrassment. I wrapped the blanket tight around my shoulders and moved behind him as one of Marco’s men stepped out of the house. Silas lifted his camera and snapped a photo.
