Page 45 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

“Don’t you want my cock?” I purr seductively.

Raven laughs and leans over me, pressing her breasts against my back. My eyes flutter shut at the feel of her softness. I groan and grind against the grass, trying to get some relief.

A sharp smack has me howling in outrage.

“No more of that. Now, roll onto your back.”

I don’t want to.

She grabs my arm and does something that has my body just moving, following the twist of my arm.

“Let me go!” I howl and surge up, bucking and twisting. She slams her forearm against my throat, cutting off my air.

“Behave, little omega.”

I stare up at her. She has the eyes of a killer. Remorseless, merciless, full of deep purpose.

The heat lifts, and I shiver in the air, sobbing, suddenly so damn exhausted, more than I ever have been. I don’t want this. I don’t want to feel like this.

“Raven?”

She leans down, touching her lips to mine. “Trust us.”

I shake my head.

I can’t.

I can’t trust anyone but the Sandersons. Everyone else is bad. They leave me. Betray me.

“I’m not leaving you, and I will never betray you,” Raven growls.

Her fingers lock around my throat.

“Look at me, Omega.”

I open my eyes, staring at her.

“These alphas won’t leave you.”

I shake, shivering, the heat is ebbing away, leaching out of me, draining me.

“Give me your trust.”

I whine. It’s embarrassing.

“You belong to me now. Give me everything, Daega.”

When she leans down and kisses me, I open my mouth and let her in, sobbing into her. My arms reaching up to encircle her, not to grab or manhandle her but to hold her because I want this pack. More than I want anything else.

And that scares me.

She’s gentle when she strokes my body, touching me, bringing me into arousal like the floating of a cloud on the breeze. Her hands are soft on my cock.

My breath catches in my throat, my eyelids flutter. I submit to her completely. She touches me with a gentleness I have never known.

“That’s it. That’s my beautiful omega.”

“I’m not.”