It was still a long, horrifying moment before Ilya let her go. He stood back, wary, as Quinn rolled to her side to hack and cough. Fingers cradling the bruised flesh of her throat, she bobbed her head in a weak nod. Breath still rattling around in her throat, unable to even rise to her knees, she pushed and pulled at the filthy blankets surrounding her. Tried to ease them into some order that would appease the male.
“Net,” Ilya roared, somehow more furious than when this whole scene had begun. In minutes he had the bed stripped, tumbling Quinn around the large mattress as he jerked sheets and blankets out from under her listless body. Dumping a stack of clean linens at the foot, he turned and stalked out without a backwards glance. The door slamming home sounded too final.
Quinn remade the nest, seeing none of it. Uncaring of the sloppy way she fumbled through it. Sheets slid around, blankets falling from the bed, pillows lost under the frame. Still, she made it, watching the door for it to open again. For her daughter to be brought to her, for one of them to snap and growl at her to dress so she could see Elise.
Hours passed with nothing.
She shoved the cold food into her mouth. Dry and gritty, it abraded the raw ruin of her throat as she choked down each bite. It could have been anything, the finest meal ever prepared, and she still wouldn’t have tasted it.
More time passed, the sun trekking across the sky she could see from her window. Whining, she crawled across the floor, lowering herself as far as she could to slide the tray over to the door. Proving her compliance as the empty dishes rattled when the heavy wood slab thumped against the wall. Scurrying back to the shambles of her nest, she kneeled in the center of it. Breaths jerky, painful, she waited.
And waited.
It wasn’t Ilya who opened the door when even the moon had hidden itself from Quinn’s window. Not even Lee. Darryl and Maurice filled the doorway. Flooded the room with the stench of violence, lust, and danger.
Quinn balked. Shoving her body up the bed as they came nearer, she huddled against the headboard as they closed in. Screamed as they grabbed hold of her arms and hauled her to the floor. Dragging her flailing body out of the room and into the hall, they paid no attention to her shrieks and efforts to break free. Their large hands crushed her biceps, bruising tender flesh. Hips and back rubbed raw from the carpet as she fought, Quinn found Ilya’s name on her lips when Maurice lifted her against his chest as they reached the stairs. Crushing swollen, painful breasts with his arm, the Alpha laughed against her neck. Darryl bared his teeth, snatching up her legs. Slapped her thigh, raking his nails across pale skin when she continued to kick. Ignoring the trickle of blood that seeped from the small wounds, Quinn’s ragged cries echoed through the large space as they carried her down the stairs.
“Hold still, bitch,” Darryl said through a snarl, fingers digging into Quinn’s legs as she squirmed.
Randy appeared at Quinn’s side, bouncing on the balls of his toes as he followed alongside the trio. Near trembling in his excitement, he giggled and laughed, an insane child hopped up on too much candy as he pinched and squeezed at whatever bit of Quinn’s flesh he could get his hands on as she twisted and jostled.
“Just get her downstairs,” Maurice rumbled, the easy smirk on his lips full of terrifying intent.
Redoubling her efforts as they neared the door leading to the basement, Quinn’s screams became shrill. Panic sluiced through her, lighting a fire in her veins as she fought against the two Alphas who kept her aloft as they trudged down the plain stairs.
Ilya stood to the side, stoic and cold. Didn’t even twitch as Quinn’s shrieks reverberated through the room. Her calls for his help, crying out his name, didn’t even warrant a glance.
Lee was a different story. He followed with intense interest, murky gaze as bright as the whitewashed room while he watched Quinn struggle and flail. He laughed when the Alphas carrying her dropped her without ceremony onto the middle of the floor amid the boots and legs of so many others gathered there.
Quinn didn’t spare the time to think. Hauling her battered body up to hands and knees, she started forward in a miserable crawl. Headed towards the one thing that might save her from what she feared would happen. Hating what it would mean, what it said about her, she shuffled along the slick tiles towards Ilya, hoping. Sob expelled in a guttural rush as someone kicked between her legs hard enough to send her sprawling, Quinn reached out with trembling fingers.
The wordless plea rejected, Ilya took a single step back to put his bulk against the wall. Well out of reach of hands that smeared blood from the multitude of bandages Hadler had applied to her damaged fingers after their joint punishments.
“He’s not going to help you, pet,” Lee said, voice a deceitful purr as he crouched beside her splayed hands. The shiny leather of his expensive loafer caught the light as it hovered in a precarious threat above her clawing hand. “You thought you could turn me and my best enforcer against each other for a bit of pussy. Thought to make him defy me just so you would take his knot.”
Cringing against the floor, she still didn’t give up. Quinn reached her hands out, fingertips digging into the smooth tile, trying to pull her body forward. Ilya wasn’t Alton. He wasn’t one to back down and let someone else take what was supposed to be his. He wouldn’t betray her, not like that. Punishment she’d take, but not this. Not whatever the lurking bodies of too many men behind her meant.
“You weren’t satisfied with what I was giving you, so…” Lee rolled his shoulders, the casual shrug at odds with the hard gleam in his brown eyes.
“Ilya, please,” Quinn whined, scrabbling against the floor to get closer. If she could just touch him, she knew he’d fold, would argue with Lee over what was happening here. Had to believe it because the alternative would kill her.
Agony bloomed through her fingers, rippling down her arm and up into her shoulder. Small bones grinding against each other, muscles shrieking in protest, Quinn screamed as Lee applied his weight to the shoe now crushing her delicate fingers. Free hand tugging at the fine cloth of his trousers, scraping over the taut muscles of his calf, she wailed as her hand pulsed with brilliant crimson pain.
“So the boys here are going to give you what you need, little Omega,” Lee said over her loud cries, twisting his foot back and forth as he ground her hand into the hard tile. Patted her head like an animal with a cruel slash of a smile. “Don’t worry, they’re not going to knot you. When they’re finished with you, and everyone’s had a turn with each of those tight little holes of yours, then Ilya’s going to inject you again. Then, pet, and only then, while you’re writhing on the floor, screaming in pain and need, I’ll give you my knot.”
Releasing her hand, Lee stood. He shoved Quinn onto her back with the toe of his pricey shoe so he could lean over and meet her horrified eyes. “And you’re not going to just beg me for it, pet. You’re going to thank me for how well I breed that cunt.”
Craning her neck back, Quinn looked up at Ilya. The craggy lines of his features were set, crystalline gaze flat, dead as he stared back. A sob ripped from her throat, jagged and broken as she sent her uninjured hand out towards him in a final plea.
“Ilya don’t let them do this. Not this, please!” Anything else she might have said was lost in a howl of panicked rage as hands wrapped around her thighs, her ankles, her arms. Spreading her open, forcing her flat to the floor.
The first growl was more cruelty than call, a mocking sound of what should be as something wet and blunt prodded at her dry sex. Bowing in a painful arch as the merciless thickness was shoved inside of her, Quinn kept her eyes locked on the massive Alpha who shouldn’t be letting this happen to her. Saw the slow, lazy blinks that shuttered his gaze as he watched with disinterest.
The second thrust pushed her back into the hard tile, body sliding until the hands gripping her jerked her back. Pushed her into the next hard lunge so she choked on a thin wail of pain.
It was from this new angle that she saw what she should have expected. The thick bulge in Ilya’s pants grew, throbbed against the soft material. A small stain appeared in the dark fabric, his cock leaking enough to soak through.
Biting her lips hard enough to taste blood, Quinn tried to muffle her cries. Didn’t want to give them the pleasure of her agony as the one on top of her lifted her ass from the floor, pulling her into every vicious snap of his hips.
