The heat spears through me, and I let out a wailing sob. Clarity disappears like a curtain has been pulled, and now all I can think about is my itching skin and the grey, cold nest.
I try to move, but the alpha’s arms clamp around me, pulling me back. His mouth finds my shoulder, and he mouths it, dragging his teeth over the spot. I shove my elbow back, snarling, but it doesn’t stop him.
His hands come up and grip my breasts, squeezing and releasing. It feels so good, but I’m on fire. I twist in his arms, clawing at his hands, trying to pry them off me.
A vicious snarl emanates from my throat. I kick back, but, with one quick move, he grabs my thigh, holding it out and high, stretching me open and holding me in a way that stops me from being able to move at all.
“I hate you!” I shout.
“It’s okay. I love you,” he says back.
Flames lick my skin. Everywhere he touches, I can feel the heat. He stirs my blood. I stop seeing grey walls and start seeing flames. He reaches between us, and I feel him grab his cock.
He’s going to fuck me. I don’t fight. My eyes track his movements. I tense, determined to attack the moment he’s weak. I’ll bide my time and then-
He’ll be dead. A blade coming out of nowhere, knotted to a dead alpha.
I shriek.
A mouth covers mine, smothering the sound. They grip my wrists in big hands and hold me tight. Now, I can’t move at all; all I can do is wait. He pushes into me slowly, filling me up, stretching me open. I sob into the mouth over mine then bite his lip.
Blood spills over my tongue, bringing a cold ice that floods into me, cooling me from the inside out. I see snow falling all around us while embers flicker.
Where am I?
The alpha grips my hips, his fingers biting in as he lifts me up, shoving me against the alpha in front of me. Their scents confuse me.
I stop fighting, lost in the feel of them.
“Good, Omega,” he rasps. “You’re taking me so well. You like this, don’t you?”
I don’t answer him, but I lick the lip of the alpha I bit. He lets go of my hands and grips my thighs, holding me up and open.
Fire runs down my spine in the form of open-mouthed kisses that leave me gasping. He slowly pulls out, and I cry out a protest.
“More!” I demand.
He slams into me, his balls and thighs slapping against me. He grabs my hair and yanks it to the side, pulling me away from the alpha. I look up, and I don’t recognise him, but he feels like mine.
I let out a warning growl, but the alpha buried inside me snarls back and rocks slowly in and out of me.
“You’re going to take it, Omega. Again and again. It’s going to make you feel better.”
I inhale, waiting to smell the horrible scent of death that always comes, but there’s nothing but the overwhelming, intoxicating scents of these alphas.
“So wet, it’s dripping down your thighs, Omega. I just slide right in,” he hisses and bites my shoulder.
I still, clenching his cock, milking it.
He shudders and growls again, and I let out a pleased sound.
“More!” I demand.
“Bossy little omega,” he growls and shoves into me so hard I can feel him leave bruises.
“MORE!” I shout.
He pulls out of me and drags me down to the ground, putting me on all fours. I try to collapse, but he grips my hips, yanking me up, and slaps my ass hard.
