Rickon rewards me with a deep moan, and his belly twitches. I’d love to tease him some more, but I really might die if I don’t get relief for the burning ache blooming inside, so I straddle my alpha and slide his rigid dick home between my legs.
One, two thrusts and an orgasm breaks over me hard, stealing my breath.
Something metallic clicks, and I look up through my labored pants to find Callisto securing a padded cuff around my wrist.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I huff out, trying to catch my breath and talk at the same time.
“It’s just for a little while,” he promises, eyes glistening. Samantha creeps in through the doorway, a small tray in her hands. Dread squeezes me to bursting point, and Wild Red engulfs me, blurring my vision.
“No!” I scream. “Stop it!” Stop it all. Go away and leave me alone.
Rickon reaches up and pulls me to his chest. “Stay with me, Red,” he orders.
I flail against the cuff, but Callisto’s already locked it to the headboard, stretching my arm out past Rickon’s spiked hair. This can’t be happening.
“Where’s Zack?” I demand through tears. “He’d never do this to me.” I glare at Callisto. “Bring him here. It’s your fault he’s not here!” I lash out with my fist, crossing one arm over the other to reach him.
Callisto takes my hit with a grunt as Rickon pulls me down harder, clinging around my neck like a monkey and wrapping his legs around me. A distant inner voice shouts at myself to stop, but I don’t. Can’t. I rake my nails over his bare chest, grinning when tiny dots of blood well up in the tracks.
The momentary distraction allows Callisto to lock a second restraint around my other wrist, which he quickly clips to the headboard’s right side, spread-eagling my arms.
“You fucking bastard!” I hiss, yanking back. The sting in my wrists is oddly satisfying so I do it again. Pain is preferable to pleasure—that stuff will swallow me whole. I growl at Callisto as he leans over us. “This is why you don’t belong in our pack, you jilting cunt.”
I want to grab the words and shove them back down my throat, and I choke as if they lodge there. But I can’t take them back. Callisto circles behind me, and his tears drip onto my shoulders as he leans in, sandwiching me into his best friend.
I groan and arch. My ass meets resistance, his pants containing a hard-on caused by the pheromones spilling from us. A whimper escapes me. If only he were naked and I could feel his cock brushing my cheeks. His weight would shunt me down onto my alpha’s knot. I writhe instinctively, searching for friction as more heat fever blinds me.
“Remember, Red,” Callisto whispers in my ear, locking his arms over my chest. “You chose to do this for Zack, and for yourself.”
The words filter in through a veil. I’m too busy trying to spread myself onto Rickon’s knot, grinding hard. My alpha’s gasps slide like honey through my ears.
Rickon kisses my exposed arm. “You’re safe, Biscuit. You’re safe.” Sounds so much like our mantra for Zack when we’re out and about. Guess I have more in common with my feral alpha than I recognized.
Someone steps up to my side, and I turn my head to snarl at the unwanted intrusion, my omega instincts turning possessive over the men in my bed. I know her name: Samantha. She covers a silver case with one hand, but memory bites me hard.
“Fuck off, you whore!” I scream. “You’re not having my haze.”
“No one’s taking your haze, Red,” Callisto says right into my ear. His voice is a thing of fucking beauty, and I strain my head back to get closer to him. The bigger alpha covers my clavicle with his arm. “Look. I’m protecting you.”
Protecting? Then why did he chain my hands up? “As if,” I snarl. “I hate you! I hate you all. You’re killing me, one piece at a time, and loving it.”
His grip digs in and he chokes, as if he’s the one crying. “Hate me all you want, baby, but I’m still going to be here for you. I’ll never run out on you again.”
Lies.
Tears blind me, turning the overhead light into a disco ball. But one small fact worms through the blazing inferno. He’s covered my collarbone, so no one’s getting past his forearm.
I slump, sobbing with a force that threatens to tear my chest apart.
Both men tighten their hold, and the needle I can’t see digs into my upper arm. I’m crying too hard even to scream, but a moment later the pressure’s gone.
“You’ll feel better in a minute, Biscuit, I promise,” Rickon rasps out, voice strained. “Can I give you my knot, baby?”
“Y-yes,” I gasp between sobs. “Please!” Fear, lust, and rage combust in a paralyzing concoction within, stealing my ability to move. Wild Red shrieks with unholy rage in my ear, driving out all other thoughts. I can barely breathe through the ruckus.
Callisto shifts away, leaving only his hand on my back, and Rickon writhes his hips up in jerky thrusts. The swollen knob at the base of his cock bunches against my pussy, slipping in my slick. I gasp as the first part wedges in, plugging the part of my soul that feels like it’s cracking open.
Rickon roars and his hips snap up again, and I freeze, mouth open as his knot lodges fully inside me before swelling. It’s fucking heaven, knocking loose Wild Red’s control over my body.
