Taking a deep breath, I yank him away from my omega. Skylar catches Koen as he falls back, and my fist flies at Joseph’s face.
“Is taking things by force something that gets you hot?” I ask, punching him again. “Koen is catatonic, asshole.”
“What?” Joseph whines, his face beginning tomorrow from my punches. “I’m willing to share. I just want to go first. You were watching him too.”
“I don’t want him like that,” I growl, kicking the beta onto his back.
I wonder if that’s why he kept smirking at Sky and I. Does he think we’d want Koen through force? Never.
We want a chance with him, and we’re willing to do some pretty fucked up things to get it. Force isn’t on that menu, though.
Jumping up because my corset and layers are a bit binding, I stomp on Joseph’s stomach. He groans as I push the oxygen out of his lungs to another jump on his chest before I move back to escape the stream of puke.
“Rape and flirting are two very different things, Joseph,” Skylar growls, propping Koen up on the wall. “He’s breathing, baby, but we need to make this quick. I just gave him a charcoal tablet. There should be puking in three, two…”
Koen groans as he leans forward to vomit, and I sigh, shaking my head. Skylar is a walking pharmacy. He keeps charcoal tablets and narcan in his pocket as a precaution whenever we go out. We’ve had many instances where someone partied too hard and Skylar had to wade in to help.
It goes to show that even Minnesota isn’t safe enough.
“What did you give him?” Skylar asks, stomping on Joseph’s hand. His scream makes us both raise our eyebrows, unimpressed.
“Come again?” I ask, finding a steel pipe and picking it up. “I may be a goalie, but my swing is still decent, Joseph.”
“GHB,” Joseph groans. “It’s pretty easy to pick up. I thought I’d bag an alpha, but Koen will at least slick for me so I can pretend he likes it.”
Skylar pulls out a knife, but I grab his hand as I swallow hard.
“Gloves,” I rasp. “You can have the killing blow after I see if his asshole makes its own lubricant or not. His dick needs to go too.”
“You’re right,” he says, checking to make sure Koen is still breathing.
He’s gasping for air, appearing very out of it as he leans over just out of the pool of vomit. I hate having to make this quick, but he has to come first.
That also means ensuring that Joseph can’t come for him again.
Skylar pulls out his leather gloves, which were a bougie gift from me. He used to tell me that he didn’t need them, but I’m glad that he has them right now.
“No, no. Crawling away isn’t going to help things,” I say, stepping on his back. I’m a heavy fucker, and I’m using my full weight to pin him to the ground.
In the time Sky got ready to deal with him, Joseph managed to flip himself onto his stomach like a cockroach to scurry away.
“Help!” Joseph yells, making me roll my eyes.
Skylar pulls some zip ties from his pocket to secure the beta’s wrists tightly behind his back, unamused by Joseph’s antics. He also pulls out a clean handkerchief, a testament to what a gentleman he is, and shoves it into Joseph’s mouth before tying it off to limit his shouts.
“Maybe the dick needs to go first,” I decide, stepping off his back. “Cut it off for me, please.”
Bending down is a bitch in a corset, and I’d rather not until I need to.
“Such a princess,” Daddy laughs, opening Joseph’s pants and yanking them down before flipping the beta over. “Dealer’s choice, baby boy. Dick, asshole, or both?”
“I want the good parts, of course,” I reply, reaching for his knife. “Though, that’s a pretty sad little cock you have there. It’s better off being removed, Joseph.”
“No. Please,” the beta cries, his voice muffled. He’s unable to get away as Skylar pins his waist to the ground. That’s gotta be freezing on his exposed skin, but I don’t fucking care.
No one touches what’s mine and gets to live. Even if Koen’s fighting his attraction for Skylar and I.
We’ll still protect him, even from the threats we didn’t see coming.
