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A wicked cramp folds me in half.

My core clenches, confused.

Like, it’s not complicated, Lilah. Just sit on a cock and this can all go away.

No thanks.

I step into the barrel and crouch until everything below my chin is submerged. My throat and eyes burn.

Clutching my knees to my chest, balancing against the sides of the barrel, I feel like I can ride this thing out. Never mind that the cramps keep getting worse. From thumbtacks to nails to cherry red, molten lava monster swords.

Never mind that pain steals my focus, forcing it to the throbbing spot deep inside me that’s never going to be satisfied.

I can ride this out.

My breathing sounds harsh in my ears, everything else silent.

Maybe I’m hallucinating, or maybe the HVAC system wants me dead, because the longer it’s quiet, the more positive I am that I can hear the fivesome happening three floors up.

Orion’s knot-gasm moans. Alphas grunting and roaring. And a rhythmic, insane-paced pounding that makes me clench in jealousy and despair.

A flinch sends me slipping under.

I scrunch my face, ready for more pain, but there’s nothing.

Just the chemicals worming into my nose, and I’d much rather that than the burnt sugar scent of my traitor body.

I pop up one more time, splashing to block out the porn soundtrack echoing through the pipes. Taking a huge breath, I dip back under, hold myself down with claw hands on metal, and start counting heartbeats.

Wave after wave of cramps bite down and shake without letting go.

I keep counting, counting, popping up to breathe, then down, losing myself in the pain and the numbers, chanting.

I can survive anything.

The second the heat fades, I’ll escape while the Wyvern pack is busy with their real omega.

To my cabin in the woods, a new city, a new life. It doesn’t matter as long as I’m free.

Another cramp wracks me so hard I bite my tongue.

I taste blood.

All I have to do is survive.

***

Forty

ORION

The heat haze rolls off slowly. It feels like waking from a dream, only the dream keeps playing when my eyes crack open, groggy as fuck, with a headache down to my balls.

Heat hangover.

All four guys pile around me. The pack bed reeks of good sex and alpha.

This is the fantasy.

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