“So goddamned sexy,” Abbott breathes so only I can hear him. “What else?”
“His knot,” I say. “It always hurt. Every time. Being an omega never saved me from it.”
“Knife, Cass?” Ansel asks. “Yours is serrated.”
“God, you’re such a brat,” she sighs. “Here, take it. I’m a little busy fucking someone who doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself. Maybe we should just cut them off.”
“But Mommy, you have the best toys,” he teases her, making me huff out a laugh.
“That’s it,” Abbott murmurs, his lips brushing against mine. “Say the magic words for me?”
“Off with his knot?” I ask.
“Fuck yeah,” Ansel cheers, getting to work.
The belt must be loosened, because Clyde begins to wail as if someone took his favored toy away. I suppose I just did.
“Pissy man alert! There he blows,” Shiloh crows, and Bellamy curses. “Did he get any on you?”
“No. That’s so fucking gross,” Bell complains.
“His cock should probably go next, huh?” Abbott asks, amusement dancing in his eyes.
It’s mesmerizing as I nod. “Definitely. With a rusted knife.”
“Very nice. I have one somewhere around here,” Shiloh murmurs. “Ugh, he’s so damn loud. Let me just do…Perfect.”
I must look confused because Abbott shrugs. “There’s a hook behind him to loop the belt and keep it tight. This entire section of the basement is a treasure trove of fun.”
I very much doubt that “fun” is going to be what Clyde calls this.
“Found it,” Shiloh says, and thrashing begins behind Abbott.
“If you can’t pay the checks you write, then don’t cash them,” Abbott grunts. “His feet are broken, knot gone…did he. Shit.”
Abbott’s eyes close for a moment and I see the amusement fall from his face. This is a game he’s playing as much as I am, to keep the pain from touching him. As his shoulders round and his body hunches, I brush his hair off of his forehead as I watch him.
I see a lot of Bellamy in Abbott all of a sudden. He’s the protector of the pack, just like Bell protects me. Somehow, that protection has been transferred to Bell and I.
As he opens his eyes, I can see the anguish in them before he shutters it away. They’re all so good at hiding, aren’t they?
“He should choke on his own dick the way I did,” I say, forcing air into my lungs. Abbott was trying to ask me if he’dfucked me. We both know Clyde did, there’s no reason to make him ask as we play our game.
“Got it,” Bellamy says, making the tears fall faster from my eyes.
“And I got you,” Abbott says, catching me around the waist as my knees buckle.
“Winter?” Bell asks, checking on me as Abbott lifts me off my feet.
“I’m okay,” I rasp, my voice full of unshed tears as my legs wrap around Abbott’s waist.
“Don’t look,” Abbott murmurs. “It’s messy, but it’s being taken care of.”
Choking begins behind him, and I realize Bellamy and the pack are making Clyde do exactly what I wanted. I’m not sure what the mechanics of it are, yet I believe Abbott when he says it’s being handled.
“I think I need duct tape,” Shiloh says. “That’ll keep his dick in his mouth. At least the piss won’t go far now.”
“Oh my god,” I whisper, unable to keep back the inappropriate giggle that escapes.
