“That so?” Lee acted as if nothing was wrong, his steps slow and sure as he came around the desk to lean back against the front edge. Facing the pair, he crossed his arms over his chest and stared. Let his slimy gaze slip over Quinn with detached interest. “What are you waiting for then? I’m getting tired of talking.”
“You should care more if she is whole and well,” Ilya said through a growl, his other hand coming up to cup the back of Quinn’s skull. Pushing her face into his chest, he wrapped her in his embrace.
Quinn shook her head, unable to understand what was going on. They should have been tearing each other apart by now. She should have had ample time to collect Elise and run from this horror while they ripped into each other in a struggle that would blind them to everything else.
“Maybe if you would quit your complaining and give her the full dose, we could get on with it. She’s a good fuck but playing this game has gotten tiring.”
“What?” Quinn’s breath left her in a rush, question lost in the hard exhalation. Not that either man paid her any attention. Eyes rounding, she strained against Ilya’s hand, trying in earnest to break free now.
“Perhaps if you had not decided to take out your anger on her last night, I could have,” Ilya snarled, hauling Quinn around until she stood in front of him. Clenched his fingers around her nape and pinned her there despite her struggling. “I had everything ready, but no, you decided to punish her for needing a higher dosage. Hadler told you it would take time.”
“What… What are you… Ilya!”
“Not three fucking weeks,” Lee said, the low register of his growl rattling through the air.
“No! No, please,” Quinn shrieked as Lee came closer, the heavy weight of his hands coming to the hem of her shirt. Choked on her scream when he bunched the fabric in his fists, ripping it away with ease. Ilya lifting her as Lee jerked the loose pants down, uncaring of how he bent and twisted her legs.
“Shh,kiska,” Ilya said through a purr, forcing calm into her limbs as he carried her towards the desk. Pushing her against the sharp edge until she was forced to bend over at the hips. “This is for your own good. You will see how it will be now, it will be clear. No more uncertainty,da?”
Words escaped her as she continued to shriek, legs kicking in useless fits. Ilya’s hand pinned her down, held her to the gleaming wood as the sound of shuffling clothing whispered under her panicked cries. Then Lee was there, hot and heavy behind her.
Ilya snarled something in Russian at the other Alpha, stretching her arms across the desk as he maneuvered to the other side. Lee responded in kind, kicking Quinn’s legs wide as he took up position between them. Arms now taut across the desk, Ilya held her with one hand while he jerked at his clothing. Opened his trousers and let them fall as he leaned over her. His still wet shaft and hand appeared inches from her face, rubbing the throbbing length with rough strokes. He smeared glistening drops of his excitement across his fingers until they were coated.
Lee tangled his fist in her hair, pulling her head back until her mouth opened wide on a shrill cry. Allowing Ilya to push in, coating her tongue with his scent and taste, forcing her to swallow it down as he began to call to her. Hunching over her, working his fingers in and out of her mouth, he pressed his lips against her neck to let her feel the growl all the more. Lapped at her skin, murmuring words of encouragement as Lee shoved her hips back to the desk. The blunt crown of his cock pushed its way inside of her. Rough, cruel, Lee’s hips slammed into her ass and crushed her against the desk.
“You couldn’t wait two minutes,” Ilya said through the resounding call, the edge of anger ruining his efforts to excite Quinn.
“Not for pussy this good,” Lee grunted, withdrawing only to force her body to accept him in a swift lunge. Skin slapping together, the sound underlined by Quinn’s helpless squeal of pain. “Sooner I get her pregnant, sooner you can play house.”
“Shh, Quinn, it is all right. Just calm yourself,” Ilya murmured as he crouched before her. Working his fingers into her mouth over and over, he fed her the thin fluid of his excitement. “You should not have played such a dangerous game. Now it will be made right. I’m here, my little one. When he is done, I will make it all better.”
Sobbing around the fingers choking her, Quinn squeezed her eyes shut. Chest splitting open, cracking wide, she buried herself in the rage filled roar reverberating through her veins. Cried all the harder at the note of desperate fear that tainted it as her heart twisted.
Praying he would come, that he would save Elise, her tenuous grasp on her thoughts slipped. Plummeting into the inky blackness, she heard her shuddering moan as instincts finally won.
****
Tobias bolted from the bed, tearing at the sheets tangled around him. Ripping the fine cotton away, shredding it under clawed fingers, he roared into the darkness. Her screams were fading, her pleas and cries a faint whisper in time to his thundering heartbeat as he became more aware, more lucid in this waking nightmare.
Collapsing onto the side of the bed, Tobias rubbed his face with his palms, clenching his fingers in his hair as he set elbows to knees and stared at the dark carpet between his feet.
“Tobias, are you all right?” Curtis appeared in the gloom, careful to remain outside of the disoriented Alpha’s space, to give him room enough to not see a threat.
“I’ll be fine.” He hated the raw sound of his voice, despised that he was showing such weakness, but there was nothing for it. Something had happened. Something more than what had caused Quinn such distress before. She wasn’t sad, wasn’t angry. She was… desolate. Shattering in his mind’s eye, delicate glass sent in a glittery spray across rough cement.
Tobias sprung up from the bed again, stumbling forward as the bond twisted through his chest. Wrapped around his heart, crushing it in a miserable vice, it would have sent him to his knees as his vision grayed, blackness edging the simple room as he caught himself against the wall. He heard the violence of the roar as if from a long way off, marveling at the rage, the undertone of defeat encapsulated in that single drawn out sound.
A shuddering breath dragged into his burning lungs, delicate tissue starved. Sadness didn’t begin to describe the sensation clawing its way through him. The acid burn of utter defeat wormed through his veins, forcing him to lock his knees to remain upright. Her screams filled his mind, overflowing until he thought his head would explode. Didn’t even feel the drywall crumbling under his fists. Not even when his knuckles struck something solid, the wall support splintering, the crack of wood grinding through his teeth.
Her cries were cut short, silenced in a way that shocked him into stillness. As if someone had flipped a switch, she was gone from his mind, from the bond. His very soul shredded, wisps of smoke that fell like ash all around him as he waited for thundering heartbeats in utter silence. Hand stuck in the wall, he waited. Thankful for the flood of desolate fear that rushed through him, if only to know she was still alive.
Broken, defeated, but not dead.
“Get everyone up and moving,” Tobias whispered, voice hoarse, strangled as he forced it past numb lips. He had to get her. Had to bring her home.
Not that it had been secure enough to stop her from being taken the first time.
“Get everyone here now,” he roared, whirling around to stalk towards Curtis, shoving the Beta out into the hall. Watching with detached disinterest as his faithful righthand slammed into the wall.
