“That isn’t my experience, but these two can be troublesome. Would you like me to find you a replacement?”
There’s so much vitriol and threat to her words that I immediately shake my head. I have no idea what’ll happen to the omegas in the middle of the room, but I can’t imagine it’ll be good.
My heart clenches at the very idea of these two being hurt, and a fucking growl slips from my lips. I’m a fairly good natured alpha, until you do something to fuck with that.
I’m about to apologize for my lack of courtesy, when the blonde girl pulls away from the male and scurries over to me.The male weakly attempts to grab her ankle, but his hand doesn’t seem to have the strength to hold onto her.
They obviously aren’t being nourished properly, lending again that this racket isn’t legal. Glancing up at the woman as the girl crawls into my arms, I raise my brow.
“You obviously have the magic touch,” she murmurs. Her lips twist in disgust, as if unable to believe that I can “tame” them.
Omegas should never be treated this way. They’re special, and should be given every respect. I want to fucking burn this place to the ground, simply to hear the screams of the people keeping these omegas captive.
“I’ll manage,” I allow, wrapping my arms around the girl clinging to me. Her nose buries itself in my neck, and she whimpers softly.
The male reluctantly crawls over to me with effort, and I wonder if he’s eating or sleeping. There are bags under his eyes, making me believe he doesn’t feel safe here. Well, if I have anything to do with this, they won’t be here long.
Widening my legs so he can get comfortable, he lays his head on my shoulder as his arms wrap around the girl and me.
Glancing up at the woman as if to remind her that her presence is no longer required, I smirk as she blinks at me.
“I’ll be back later. Please keep your hands above the omegas’ clothing and remain appropriate,” she says, leaving the room.
What the fuck?!
The omegas in my arms stiffen, and I purr for them as I rub their backs. They’re wearing a pair of pajamas, and the girl’s tank top keeps falling off her shoulder, threatening to let her breasts escape. It’s not warm enough in this room for this type of clothing with the air conditioner blowing, either.
There’s rustling beside me, and I notice that the omegas are trying to scent mark the alphas, and the males all have erections as well. I’m the only female alpha here, but I would bet thatI’m the most dangerous of them all. The air is beginning to feel heavy, and I shake my head to throw off the sudden desire I feel.
Fuck, I can smell slick, and the omegas in my lap whine as their hands move to squeeze and pinch my nipples through my tank top and mesh bra.
This is wrong.
Fumbling for my purse, I manage to unlock my phone and type out what is probably an incoherent message to Abbott.
Me
Help, drugged, omegas, bad choices. Please.
“Shh. Don’t do that, lovies,” I murmur.
“You smell good,” the male says, his inhibitions beginning to fade away. Based on how protective he originally was even while obviously drugged, I can tell we’re well and truly fucked.
My eyelids hood as he licks up my neck and my breath hitches. His hand pulls down my shirt and bra cup, but it’s the girl whose lips wrap around my nipple.
My cunt clenches around nothing as her wet tongue drags along it, and I have to strangle back the moan threatening to escape.
“Slower,” I whisper, knowing I have to hang onto the last thread of my sanity.
My eyes dart to the other people in the room, and I can see that the male alphas in the room have their cocks out already. One of them catches my attention as he smirks at me, pushing a female omega face down onto his erect dick.
The woman told us not to do anything inappropriate, knowing that there was going to be some kind of drug pumpedinto the room. Fucking cunt. This feels like some type of scam to coerce more money out of us.
Remembering the male omega told me I smelled good, I bury my face with his platinum blonde hair. The scent of candied apples is enough to make my mouth water, and my brain warns me that this is going to change everything.
It’s all too difficult to process, yet I swallow hard as I inhale his scent deeply. I have to hope that grounding myself in this will help, because moans and whines are beginning to grow louder in the room.
“Alpha,” the girl mumbles, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of my nipple. “Bell, she tastes so good.”
