“Gerry, maybe—”
“Fucking drive, bitch.”
The sheer breadth of fury contained in those three words promised pain that Quinn couldn’t imagine. Somehow, she managed to not flinch away from it, her flesh going cold and numb. Didn’t feel the scrape of his nails as he tore his way through the rest of the buttons. Arms limp as the fabric was ripped from her shoulders. The rush of clarity and adrenaline was seeping away, leaving Quinn lifeless. There was only the hollow ache the exact shape and size of an infant boy. If she dared to examine the gnarled, pulsing pain behind that, she knew she would find a demon with green eyes waiting, watching, repulsed.
“You’re gonna be real good for me now. All the trouble you caused me tonight, you’re gonna make it worth my while.”
Only dimly aware of Gerry’s hands as they mauled her, Quinn watched the receding lines of traffic in a stupor through the back window. There was no resistance when he pulled her up to straddle his thighs. She didn’t even grimace when he rubbed his cock between her legs. The breach was swift, painful, and she didn’t feel a thing. The groans and grunts of the male were muffled, lost in the mire.
Time passed. The road wandered on. Quinn didn’t know how long Gerry rutted up into her, grasping and clawing at her softer parts before he slapped the back of his hand across her cheek. Slammed into the side of the car, she twisted so that her back took the brunt of the impact. Swearing she heard the metal give a plaintive groan, Quinn hissed in a pained breath.
“He mated her,” Gerry roared, fist closing in Quinn’s hair as he jerked her up to face him. “That lying cunt said he only bred her!”
“She said she wasn’t sure, Gerry,” Tina said in a trembling whisper from the front, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “He only let the nanny and that black guy near her.”
“Fuck!”
“What does it matter, baby? He’ll pay more—”
“He’ll kill anyone who touched her, you dumb bitch. He’s not going to pay a damn thing. That’s if the worthless bitch even survives this shit. Fuck!”
“What do you mean?”
“Omegas need their fucking mate when they're knocked up. Fucking hell, Tina, how stupid are you?”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Just fucking drive.” Gerry yanked Quinn forward, his dull brown eyes narrowed as he stared at her. Making a disgusted sound in the back of his throat, he pushed her down. Mashing her face against his wilted cock, rubbing the wet flesh against her, he sneered. “Might as well get a little use out of you while I figure this shit out.”
Gerry was intent on getting his money’s worth from her. Despite the cramped conditions of the backseat, he fucked her the entire way to their destination. Only knotting her once, he’d groaned loud and long the entire time. Praising Omega pussy as he’d twisted and rolled Quinn’s hips in a crushing grip while she faced the front seat.
It was nearing dawn when Tina pulled the car into a motel parking lot. Made sometime during the era of long, single story breezeways, they had the room furthest from the office. It was easy to hide Quinn in the Alpha’s coat, carrying her inside doubled over his arm. Even if there had been anyone awake to notice, they wouldn’t have.
Crusted with Gerry’s tacky come, Quinn only slumped to the floor when he freed her inside the dingy room. The gaudy burnt orange and dirty yellow curtains were pulled tight, the mismatched avocado green coverlet and dingy beige sheets in disarray. Brown carpet crunched under her hands as they splayed.
“Go get some food.”
Moving to stand over Quinn, his dirty boots planted on either side of her rounded shoulders. Shivering from a cold that had nothing to do with the frigid temperature of the room, Quinn couldn’t even bring her head up. Staring at the grungy carpet, at her filthy fingers pressing into the short pile, she clung to the edge of consciousness.
“Gerry, c’mon—” Tina’s plea cut off with a smack of flesh. She stumbled into the wall with a hollow thud, rebounding to the floor beside Quinn. Lip split, Tina wiped at the blood. Smeared makeup showed mottled bruises, days old.
“What did I say?”
“O-Okay, baby. I’ll go get some burgers.” The words were mushy, but Tina said them with a smile as she clambered to her feet.
“Don’t forget the ketchup this time.”
Almost against her will, Quinn craned her neck back as Tina froze with her hand on the knob. Every muscle rigid, the stench of Tina’s fear seemed disproportionate to the warning. As did Gerry’s smooth, rumbling tone as he’d said it.
“I-I won’t, baby.”
With that, the Beta was gone.
Gerry didn’t even wait for the sound of the car starting. He went to the door, sliding the bolts home before turning back to Quinn with a smile that punched her in the stomach with cold dread. Tina wouldn’t be able to come back in until Gerry opened the door for her.
“Now let’s me and you have some real fun.”
If Quinn thought to struggle, it was obvious it would be useless. In a matter of shattered breaths, Gerry had her arms tied behind her back. A rag stuffed between her lips was secured with a length of fabric, her stomach heaving. Panic wide eyes rolled, too much white showing as he picked her up with terrifying ease.
