I know what’s coming, and I know if I told him to stop, he would. But…
I also know he’s trying to teach me a fucking lesson, and my brain is misfiring on all cylinders right now. My gaze flashes to the sight before me, of Auryn’s fingers sliding over her perfect breasts, of the smooth, rhythmic motion of her thrusts.
I wish it was me.
Fuck, why can’t it be me? Why doesn’t she want me? I’m an alpha just like Diego. I might not be an awkward little shit like Olly, but I can hold my own in a fight. I’mstrong.I’m dependable, and I have a fucking knot, for God’s sakes.
Why doesn’t she want me?
Stupidly a mewl escapes my throat, and I feel like absolute shit. Shame and guilt ransack me.
“Do your worst,” I say, my throat tight. “I deserve it.”
I know it’s no use fighting this. Fighting him. Gage is a hell of a lot stronger than I am, and with the way he has me pinned, there’s no escape. I’m fully at his mercy, and there’s no way out.
And something about that is as relieving as it is maddening.
“See what happens when you treat an omega with respect?” he hisses, pressing his cock against my hole, though he doesn’t push forward. I wiggle my ass, needing to feel the force, the friction.
My knot is already forming just from watching them, from feeling his harsh touch. I’m so wet right now, I’m fairly certain I could slide into her with ease, even with a knot forming.
The thought of doing such a thing elicits a deep groan from my chest.
“When you arenice?” Gage breathes in my ear. My body shakes, bracing for his contact. I clench my cheeks as I try to breathe. Sensation overwhelms me.
“Please,” I cry. “Please make it stop.”
My head falls against the glass as my insides twist.
“Why should I?” He asks, pressing his head against my hole. Taunting me, teasing me.
I let out a shaky breath. My gaze falls on Diego, with his hands on Auryn’s hips, his moans echoing with hers.
“B-because—” he presses into me, breaching that tightness, and I cry out. Loudly.
Part of me wonders if they can hear me.
Part of mewantsthem to hear me. Wantsherto know what she does to me.
My mind is a fucking mess.
“Say it,” Gage says, his hips shaking against mine as he holds himself still. I wriggle, trying to take more of him, wanting to feel every bit of his pain. I need to feel it, because he’s right.
I am a fucking asshole.
“Tell me why I should let you come, Em.”
“Because I—”
His free hand finds my hair, and he grabs me, forcing me to look up so I can’t see her. I whine.
My cock is soaked, and my knot is full. Fuck.
The desire to rut, to explode fills me along with the shame that I have nowhere to come.
“Please…” I cry, trying to move so I can watch her. So I can pretend it’s me. “Gage, please, I’m knotting.”
“I know,” he growls. “It doesn’t feel very good, does it?”
