And I didn’t care.
Chapter 35
“Go time,” Sergei said as my cell door swung open. I blinked against the blinding fluorescent light, groaning as I stretched my legs straight out.
“What’s with the special treatment?”
“I just follow orders, inmate.”
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. Onthis, he wasn’t obnoxiously chatty? This morning, I’d had the shower all to myself. It definitely had something to do with Greymont Pack, but I’d take the benefits if it meant feeling as clean as I did.
“Do I get another shower? Extra food?”
“You’ll be havin’ visitors today.”
I stiffened, my shoulders hitting the concrete wall and tucking my hands deeper into my pits. I’d showered a few hours ago, and I was still damp; that was how cold it was in here.
“I don’t accept.” I dropped my head back into my arms.
He clicked his tongue. “Well, too bad, but it sounds like whoever wants to see you has some friends in high places because this was a direct order from the warden. So either you get your ass up, or I drag you up.” He continued talking, but I couldn’t focus on his words anymore.
Did they not understand? Them coming was only messing with me more. I gritted my teeth so hard it hurt. Of course they didn’t care after hurting me so much already.
I laughed, the sound close to maddened. I met Sergei’s gaze.
They needed to get it through their thick skulls that I was truly done with them. Words weren’t helping. It had to be something that Alphas would never accept—their Omega stepping out on them.
“Are you ready orrrr . . .”
I pushed to my feet.
“Wait,” I breathed as he prepped the cuffs. “You know how you said you’d be willing to help me out?” I inched closer, sweeping my damp hair over my shoulder, hoping that it allowed my Omega scent to plume.
His eyebrow twitched, and a smirk crossed his features. So close to Sinclair’s but nowhere near as sexy or tempting.
“Yes?” he dragged out the affirmative.
I approached him with one goal in mind:To use this Alpha.
He was on the shorter end, so all it took was lifting my chin to meet his lips. I kissed him, sliding my fingers into his belt. Pulling back so our mouths hovered, I cocked my head.
“How about you let me . . .” I trailed off and undid the button of his jeans while I rolled my lower lip between my teeth. His eyebrows lifted.
“That’s more of a favor to me, yeah?” he murmured, his voice deepening.
“Maybe you can repay it during my heat.”
Half his face was visible from the light coming in from the hall, so his interest was easy to spot.
All Alphas loved a heat.
He didn’t push me away as I shoved his boxers down. His cock sprang out. Thick and short, the tip of the cock damp with precum. The pressure in my throat became so much that I had to stop and focus on breathing. His Alpha scent coated the back of my tongue, but instead of the usual rush of pleasure, it made my throat tight.
“D-don’t you have a Pack?” he breathed, his chest heaving against mine. The swell of anger dissipated the nasty feeling in my throat.
“Does it look like I care?” I leaned forward and took his mouth with mine, running my hand down to his knot. It throbbed under my touch, already so stiff, it strained.
He flicked his tongue against mine, moaning.
