Page 89 of Plug and Drain

“I’ll do whatever you command,” she continued, unable to stop the rising pitch of her voice. “Whatever your pleasure, I’ll…do. Willingly.”

The omegas erupted in laughter.

“And why would I want you willing?” Oscar grinned, the wicked gleam in his eyes chilling her to the core. “I’d rather you bent over the desk, crying for help as we rut you.”

Susie winced at his words, her panicked heart racing as she made her way down the aisle of school desks towards the back of the classroom. She was losing ground, and fast. Clutching the food tray in her hand, she edged around a desk in the last row.

A window?

The rear wall had several, but all were shuttered and too high for her to reach.

Her heart sank. This would only end one way.

“Now, how should we begin?” Oscar mused, perching himself on the edge of the desk she’d just skirted around, twisting his wispy hair around his fingers. “In your ass? Or your cunt?”

“Her mouth,” one of the omegas grunted, crossing his huge arms in a way that made the muscles bulge.

Susie baulked.

“Yeah, I was there, I saw how eager she was to finish him off,” said another, an ugly wolf with an even uglier smile. “She swallowed every last drop.”

“That’s not how it was—” Susie protested.

“I saw how you looked at him after,” the omega continued, talking over the top of her.

“I wasn’t looking at him like anything,” she said faintly.

The omega cracked his knuckles, the sharp sound of bone grating on bone instilling fear in her.

Suddenly, Susie wasn’t sure if she wanted her pack to risk themselves. Nine versus four seemed like good odds, but the omegas were huge.

And as much as she loved and valued every single member of her pack, she and Harry were probably amongst its strongest members.

And I can’t even morph.

If it came to a fight, her pack would be seriously injured. Or worse, wiped out.

A horrible image occurred to her: the omegas’ muscled biceps flexing as they broke Harry’s good leg. The imagined sound of the crack was sharp in her ears.

I can’t allow that to happen.

Which meant that by the time her pack arrived, this fight had to be over.

She had to end it now. Somehow, she had to escape.

The omegas were arguing about how to take her first—the ugly one wanted a blowjob.

“Not her mouth, idiot,” Oscar scowled. “Wouldn’t trust her not to bite.”

“Could knock her out first,” said the omega with the crossed arms.

The one in wolf form snorted in agreement.

“Actually, yes,” Oscar mused, sliding off the edge of the desk and advancing on Susie. “That’s not a bad idea. But not yet. I want her fully conscious so she feels my cock.”

Susie’s panic rose as Oscar drew closer. She had to strike now before his long arms were within grabbing distance.

But there were too many of them. It was not a fight she could win.