Quinn choked as it overflowed her mouth despite her working throat. Searing ribbons of milky fluid seeped down her cheeks, chin, bathing her in his come as Ilya continued to pump out more. It seemed it would never end, the next as heavy and thick as the last, before he pushed his white knuckled grip above the knot. Squeezing off the copious flow until it tapered into a thin trickle, he growled and grunted above Quinn, still working his cock between her spread lips into the well of white she tried to swallow down.
“That’s right,kiska. Drink that Alpha cream,” Ilya said with a groan as he pulled away. Rising to his feet, boots planted on either side of her hips, he towered above Quinn. Heat consumed his crystalline gaze as he took in the sight of her, still sputtering on his come.
Fingers halfway to her lips, Quinn realized what she was doing. What she had done. She found the weight of his palm pressing her flat when she tried to sit up, the hazy warmth of his need still infecting his gaze as he caught her eyes.
“He’ll be back soon. Go wash.” Picking her up from the floor as if her weight was nothing to him, he wrapped his fingers around her hips and pointed her to the bathroom. Tightening his grip until Quinn flinched, Ilya leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You do not wash your mouth,da? Taste me while he fucks you. Think of me while he leaves you wanting.”
Tongue a dead thing in her mouth, lying flat and useless, she waited until he gave her a small push towards the other room. Steps too quick, almost a run, she didn’t even care if she was exciting the male. Rushing into the shower, she cranked the taps on full. Quinn swallowed the cry of shock as the cold water needled her flushed skin and snatched up the soap.
There was no telling how much time had passed, how long he had fucked her throat before coming. Frantic, she scrubbed at her stomach and thighs, nails dragging across her skin to remove the trails of his slimy leavings.
What the fuck had she done?
Seeing the tremble in her hand as she mauled her breasts to rid them of the scent of Ilya’s lips, she tried to understand. All his gentle persuasion, the quiet moments and that damned purr of his, had culminated into more of the same treatment she’d suffered from Alphas. Thrown down, used, and left to deal with the aftermath alone. And now she had to somehow manage to face Lee knowing he would kill her, could hurt Elise, if he ever found out.
Tears mingled with the water, getting lost in the warming spray.
She had to get the scummy film from her tongue before she puked.
Turning on a reckless, soapy heel, she croaked a shriek.
Lee raised an eyebrow at the wide-eyed panic she faced him with, tossing his shirt aside with a careless flick of his wrist. The clear glass panel parted to allow him entry, his presence taking up too much space. Too much air sucked out of the large cubicle with the aura of violence that forever surrounded him. Lungs working to pull in a full breath that would be nothing but a faint gasp, she tried to make her lips move, to utter the pleas that hung ripe on her tongue.
“Did I scare you, pet?” Lee smiled, arrogant and satisfied with the thought he inflicted fear upon the weak. Even her. He held the smirk as he reached down to cup her pussy. Whatever he had intended, his brows bounced once in surprise as he dipped a finger between the still plump folds. Smearing her slick around, he grazed her clit before pushing his finger in. Swirling the digit around, a low rumble worked its way through his chest as he felt how wet she was.
And she was wet. Slick flowed like a river down her thighs, mixing with the water to flood the enclosure with the sweet scent before spiraling down the drain. Horror flickered into existence as he leaned down, that smiling mouth coming towards her. She turned with palms braced against the cool tiles, whining low in her throat as she presented her ass to him. Quinn added what she hoped was an enticing wiggle when Lee paused for a too long moment.
“I need you inside me,” Quinn whispered with her forehead tight against the wall, praying he would only smell the delicate floral scent of her soap. “Please, Lee.”
Not until he had pulled her up, large hands supporting her spread thighs as he crushed her to the tile and pushed deep inside of her, did Quinn release the faltering breath she had been holding. She fought to keep her mouth shut tight as her moans excited Lee even further. Face to the wall, sandy lines of grout scoring her cheek, she arched her back and trilled for the Alpha as he moved his swollen cock in and out of her in an impatient rhythm.
Even when she came hard around his knot without Lee’s coercion, she bit down hard enough to draw blood from her tongue to keep the open-mouthed cry to herself. Swallowing the thin trickle of copper, she tasted cinnamon and anise.
Lee left her in the bathroom. A rough hand down her side a token gesture of praise before he abandoned her to clean up.
Shivering hard enough her teeth chattered, she went through the motions. Cleaning yet another man’s scent from her. Skin rubbed raw, gums abraded from her toothbrush, she remained under the spray until her fingers pruned and the water began to turn icy.
Stumbling from the shower, she climbed into the first piece of clothing that came to hand. The surprise of not finding the items Ilya had ripped from her body didn’t register under the shock of what had happened. All she could grasp in the shifting sands of her panicked mind was that Lee hadn’t noticed. Quinn held that thought close as she peeked out into the hallway then scurried across the hall to collect Elise. Prayed to the Gods she was right as she carried her daughter to the nest, burying them under layers of blankets within the supple walls that offered little sanctuary.
Curled around Elise, purring and humming to keep her quiet, Quinn drifted into a foggy haze that was neither waking nor sleeping, but an odd jumble of sensations that lulled her mind into a sluggish state.
The shadows had lengthened, taking over the room beyond her burrow. Not quite full dark, the golden-reds of sunset limned the furniture and added a dusky warmth under the pile of blankets. Hours had passed, but once Quinn had Elise settled, she refused to emerge. No one had come to bother them, and so she hid. Not until she had fed Elise and watched her drift off into a deep slumber did Quinn’s hunger demand attention. The vicious growl of her stomach insisted she find something.
Creeping from the bed so as not to wake Elise, Quinn tiptoed to the door. Stealth had become a second nature in this house, and so she made it all the way down the hall and to the stairs without notice. Seeing the light on in Lee’s office, bare toes gripped the plush runner as she ground to a halt. Quinn thought long and hard about turning around and returning to the nest. She’d gone to bed hungry before.
She’d also been well fed for too long since then. The empty ache hovering beneath her bellybutton clenched, refusing to be ignored a moment longer.
With even more care, she began to pass through the thin beam of light stabbing through the darkness of the hall. The voices from inside pulled her up short before she’d taken that first silent step.
“What use is a broken Omega to you?” Ilya’s voice was thick with his accent, showing irritation where his tactful words did not.
“She’s hardly broken,” Lee said, distracted as the shuffle of papers drifted out into the hall.
“She will be. Every day is harder.”
“Then perhaps you need to keep her more distracted.”
Quinn’s eyes went wide, lips parting as terror sluiced through her veins and froze her heart. He knew. Lee had known all along what Ilya was doing and he had not only allowed it but encouraged it. He sanctioned what Ilya had done to her.
