Lockdown

by Carmen Hunter

  She shook her head, but refused to open her mouth and answer. Pain pulsed in small focused areas on Purslane’s body, urging her to obey. Be good. Another smack to her cunt and she moaned as fire exploded on her clit, lifting her hips with a wailed. “No, sir!”

  “That’s better, whore.” Relief was short lived as he turned away, only to walk to the torture table. That was the only way to describe the horrors on it. Things to strike her, too attached to her, to put inside of her.

  “May I ask a question, sir?” Doran’s back tensed with a shiver of delight at her weak request. Did it remind him of their days together in the dungeon?

  “You may.”

  “Where were all of… those… Before?” There’s no need to ask for clarification with his hands splayed over a dark collection like that.

  “Put away. Waiting. I wasn’t allowed to fuck you last time, but now there are so many choices.”

  “Delavar didn’t give you permission for that!” Panic shook the few nerves holding Purslane together when he ignored her. Either she was wrong, or like Conall he didn’t care about his First’s approval anymore.

  “This is about my pleasure, and your pain, no one else.” The more he said, the more terror built in her throat. A lump she couldn’t speak around. When he turned his hands were empty, and something she’d never seen on Doran’s face made her want to hide under a rock, a boulder, a mountain.

  Frustration.

  Indecision.

  Nothing good came from an Alpha feeling powerless. An idea flashed behind his eyes, and he strode forward with purpose. Then he veered left and was gone. She twisted her head, straining forward to see past the numb arms blocking her vision. A handsome smile greeted her, waiting for her to see how he held a chain lever hanging from the ceiling.

  When he tugged, one of her spread eagled legs was forced up, up and back, until her knee touched a tender breast. The sudden stretch made her whine, muscles tightening in protest. More slick pooled between Purslane’s legs and began to drip down her thighs, earning the sob he’d been anticipating.

  Doran remained silent, even as his face spoke volumes about the cravings, the hunger, the need for these acts. This wasn’t the stoic man who turned his nose up when he tortured he like he was bored. Who complained that she took up so much of his time, and he was busy.

  When Doran walked to the other side of the room, this time she didn’t watch. The other leg lifted with a hissing sound, leaving her to hang suspended in the air. Chain hands held her open for him, pressing both legs towards her shoulders with enough slack for movement from knee to ankle.

  Purslane tried to kick the moment his head was even with her foot, but he swatted the disobedience aside like nothing. She crossed her legs at the ankle to keep him away. More gentle than he’s ever been, Doran took her calves and lifted them until her heels sat on his shoulders.

  That’s why he left them free to dangle, so he could move her like a doll. “Sick, you’re sick.” Purslane’s broken whimpers fell on deaf ears. A stiff erection pushed against her cunt, the fabric of his trousers becoming drenched in seconds.

  “So are you. This is what you need, Pur.” His fingers pressed against a swollen clit, two fingers spreading her pussy open for him to look at with a growl. At his call more slick rushed down her thighs, and she jerked with a howl of frustration. Her blood was boiling to get away. Not because she wanted more.

  When Doran pulled his cock free and slapped and rubbed against Purslane’s folds, her mind went numb. She moaned.

  “I thought you didn’t like punishment, little girl.” Smack, smack, smack. Her hips lifted, wiggling in need. “What’s this then?”

  His fingers were in her mouth, her tongue lapping at the mixture of Doran’s and her own arousal. “Please-” His thumb shoved her tongue down as he reached for the back of her throat, gagging her so no air could get into desperate lungs. Wetness flooded between her legs as she pressed against his cock in need.

  Dark splotches formed over her vision before he pulled his hand back with a pleased purr. “That’s what I thought. Do you want Master’s cock, whore?”

  Her head shook no. But Purslane’s mouth couldn’t form the same slurred refusal. “Yessss-” her body tried to rub against the shaft spreading her labia to tickle an ignored and swollen clit with small strokes. It was then she realized he was bigger than Delavar. Much bigger. Purslane’s chin smacked against her collarbone, and she squealed as he laughed.

  There’s no way that thing would fit inside her. Was this why pain got him off? Because he’s so big he would tear her apart and it would hurt no matter what? He was bigger than Delavar.

  “No no no no.” The word seemed to become all she was, a chant as he aligned their hips. “Too much!”

  “Hush, Omega.” The comforting purr he released stilled her like a splash of cold water. Doran reached around her legs to stroke her damp hair as the head of his cock teased her entrance. “You can take it.”

  “I can’t.” she tried to argue, tears streaking down her cheeks when he bumped their hips together, trying to get her body to give and allow him in.

  “You will.” he snapped, hidden rage coiling his body like a spring as he surged forward. Purslane’s jaw hung open in a soundless scream, the whites of her eyes turning glassy. Electricity arched through every nerve ending in her body. She couldn’t help but watch in detached fascination as her cunt swallowed him whole, unable to take more than half.

  Then he pulled back, and slammed in harder, forcing past whatever tightness stopped him. Past the halfway point, past the chaos of agony boiling in her belly, right into orgasmic oblivion. If she didn’t see it herself, she wouldn’t have believed it. Her belly lifted a centimeter when their hips met in sticky, horrific glory and her cunt squeezed tight on his cock.

  “Fuck, you did it.” he groaned, bucking against her limp body to keep her coming and spasming around his cock in euphoria as she let out an endless scream begging him to continue. “You took all of me.” Bewilderment colored Doran’s words, making sudden tears slide down her cheeks. He promised she could take it without knowing for sure.

  But she couldn’t. Every time his hips drew back the silence she’d been holding onto crumbled. Piece by piece, thrust by thrust, she was dissolving. Cum shot into her womb when she howled for more, pushing her farther towards the edge and dangling her sanity over shark filled waters.

  His knot swelled, and the sound she made was more than human as her body thrashed and bucked. Begging for everything. Begging for salvation. How could he grow bigger, and bigger, when he was already so huge? Her belly extended when the base of his cock expanded and began to pump her full of cum that had no way to escape. She was still screaming in bliss. Had she ever stopped?

  It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the way he kept rutting her strung up body, snarling and roaring himself hoarse. Every attempt to pull out was stopped short by the searing sensation of his knot keeping them together. From the blinding white numbness came an emotion she could no longer produce. Rage, followed by fear.

  “Conall.” Other people existed, the foreign tug from their bond a reminder. One that grounded her to this sordid world. Enough to be alive again, enough to be Purslane instead of a spasming cunt that needed Alpha cock to feel complete. “Connie-”

  Doran’s bellow shook the walls as his hand wrapped tight around her throat. “How dare you call another male’s name while I’m inside of you, whore!”

  “D- D-” Grip loosened, eager to hear his own name spill out, Purslane couldn’t help but sneer through her gasp, tears salting her lips. “Delavar.”

  “Disobedient slut.” he spat, grinding their hips together until she wailed in glorious agony as her belly tightened, urging Doran to dump more of his seed inside of her. “I know how to make you behave.”

  A calloused thumb pressed on her jaw, forcing Purslane to turn her head and expose her throat as he continued to fuck her raw. Doran dipped his tongue along her collarbone, ta
sting the mark Conall left on her skin. “We were supposed to experience this together, I see no reason not to keep that plan.”

  “Where is he!?” Delavar’s voice thundered somewhere far away. A savior who showed up far too late. She still tried to call out for him, only for Doran to slam her mouth shut with an enraged hiss. When blunted teeth clamped on her tongue blood leaked from the corners of her lips.

  At the sight of bright scarlet, Doran molded their bodies together, tilting her face for the best angle to bite. Purslane heard the pounding footsteps of a runner, but knew Delavar would be too late. The shark took his pound of flesh, sinking razors into her throat so a ring of scars would wrap in a perfect circle around her jugular. Placed right above Conall’s.

  Wild curls turned the corner as she stared over Doran’s shoulder, cheek resting against the crook of his neck, and expression devoid of all emotion. Delavar’s black eyes met Purslane’s bloodshot hazel. He stood frozen in place as Doran jerked their hips together. Mouth full of flesh, he continued to pump shot after shot of hot disobedience inside of her belly until she was so full it leaked past the knot.

  Chapter Seven

  21 1/2 days without Suppressant

  Color didn’t exist in Purslane’s eyes with her pupils blown wide in Omega lust. A reflective crystalline ring outlined her gaze, but there was no life left in the small color. If he moved, Delavar would kill his Third. Rip him apart limb by limb while his knot kept him locked inside of that woman.

  The one who’d been stolen from him. Not once, but twice by people he should’ve been able to trust. Delavar’s hands curled into fists, and he stepped forward possession and rage burning in every muscle. Only for Roarke to brush past him, arms overflowing with towels and blankets.

  Conall skittered by next, unable to raise his head and look at the mate he’d thrown to something far worse than the Devil. Regret wasn’t an emotion their father taught them to feel. No mercy, ever. Yet that’s what his pack mates were about to give… and Delavar was letting them.

  Conall worked on releasing Purslane’s limbs from their bindings, and Roarke helped Doran hold her up. So she wouldn’t drop and crack her head while still impaled with cock. Limp as a rag doll Pur was draped against the Third’s chest when they sat, still fused together. Within seconds Conall lunged forward and yanked the blankets from Roarke’s hands.

  There’s no argument from anyone when Con cocooned Purslane into a safe, warm, haven. Fabric got tucked around her body so no skin touched Doran. Futile attempts at comfort. Delavar knew she wouldn’t view it as a kindness, but as the end of one day’s torment.

  And she’d be right.

  ✽✽✽

  Nothing existed until soft cotton blankets descended on Purslane’s shoulders. Bonding with Conall had been confusing; it was full of sharp emotional pain. A need to be loved, accepted, favored. With Doran there was nothing. Just a black room with no light, and dark tile floor that spread unending coldness from her feet up.

  At first she thought it another noose like what connected her to Con, but it wasn’t. It was a wisp that edged around her peripherals. Waiting, testing, trying to get closer. She flinched when those ethereal fingers tickled up her spine at the same time Doran’s real hands did.

  More tears poured from her eyes, even when Conall crouched and tried to calm her by cooing. Kindness was a painful reminder of what used to be. These men once claimed they were friends, and that despite being a Beta they cared for her. What a lie, a sham. She refused to believe them ever again.

  Of the five people in this room, Purslane was the least fucked up. And that knowledge was terrifying. Except no panic welled in her chest, no smothered need to play dead paralyzed weak muscles. All that existed was calm and furious agitation. Neither of which belonged to her.

  “Hey, hey...” Conall’s melodious chirp tried to gain her attention as he knelt in front of her. “Look at me.” It’s mumbled sweetly, as he ran his fingers through her hair to work out the knots.

  ...I don’t want to hurt anyone...

  Purslane shook her head free of the invasive thought emanating from Conall. Whatever twisted bond fused them together, she knew the truth. Even if that longing to be a lesser evil was real - monster. He was a monster. And the pretty boys pretty actions wouldn’t change that. But the noose pulled both ways, and she leaned forward to press her head against Conall’s shoulder for comfort, less his agony strangle her. It made everything right in the world.

  “Oh, don’t do that.” Doran whined, wrapping his arms around her waist to keep Purslane in place. Con kept on running his fingers through her hair with only mild aggravation.

  “You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. Who would have known the Devil of Sulbai had such a kind nature beneath all the spite and rage?

  Without warning Purslane reached out and brushed Conall’s cheek before shaking her head. “Liar.” she rasped, burying her face in the boy’s neck. The room remained silent after her comment. Somehow being pressed between these two mates, no matter how much she wanted to despise them, they put her together again. The smothering calm became soothing, the fidgeting nervousness a reminder of humanity.

  When Doran’s knot began to go down, the ache in her belly became a constant throb. Purslane sobbed when strong hands lifted her off of the man’s swollen member, releasing a rush of fluid to splatter against both Alpha’s laps. It ruined the cocoon of sheets Conall wrapped her in, the scent making her mouth salivate in a desire for more. A sense of smugness brushed her skin through the bond with Doran, as Conall nudged her like a spoiled prince with his hardening cock.

  Con stood aching for attention, and Purslane’s lips parted without a fight. Her tongue circled the head of his dick to lap at the tantalizing drip of fluid leaking out. In one rough thrust he’s down her throat, liquid ambrosia coating the inside of her cheeks as he released in seconds. From the corner of her lips dripped the ownership of cum as he rocked his hips against her nose.

  “Enough!” Delavar’s howl wasn’t enough to break Purslane from her cock drunk stupor. Her throat continued to swallow, loud mewls begging for more of the tantalizing substance. A hand grabbed the roots of her hair, yanking hard to tear her mouth away with a loud pop. “I said enough.”

  Still on her knees, somewhere between dangling and kneeling, Purslane gazed into Delavar’s eyes her own the same shade of black. Except the color in hers came from an Omega haze that made all of this okay. It morphed her into a creature that enjoyed the mess of blankets covered in both of her mates scent.

  A calloused thumb swiped under her gaze, the touch tender. “Would you like a bath, little lady?” Promises of cleanliness brought an image of Delavar shoving his length between her hands, forcing her to stroke.

  “Yes.” Purslane was speaking before she realized her mouth opened. “Do you want to take one with me?”

  Disturbia flit across his face so quick, only she saw. The uncontrolled request a stark reminder that this wasn’t who she was. Delavar remained still as a rock, examining her like she were a stranger.

  “Do you want to take a bath?” he asked again, giving her the opportunity to be Purslane instead of whatever wretch was created in the dungeon. This time, an answer didn’t come. Did Purslane want to be clean, and free of the scent markers of two evil men? Of course… And absolutely not.

  One thing she was certain about. “I want to be Beta.” the loud sucking sob she gave was nothing compared to the flood of bittersweet pheromones reeking of desolation. She smelled like a distressed Omega, and already Alpha’s were reacting. Hackles got raised, and her mates both let out a symphony of purrs.

  Once again Delavar stroked her cheek, and there’s a miniscule amount of comfort in the gesture. Purslane closed her eyes before leaning against the touch. It might be small, but it was the only true kindness she’d received.

  When a cackling sound rumbled from his chest, this time she knew what he was trying to do. Doran and Conall wan
ted to devour her, their purrs were selfish. This was pure, unsure, vulnerable. Encouragement exploded from her own chest, sounding like the broken coos of a dove. Surprise raised Delavar’s brows as she slid into his arms and wrapped her own around his waist. She wanted to be cared for. Once he’d been her favorite, and he wasn’t hurting her now.

  Purslane rested a cheek to the loudest part of his chest, letting out another pur so he could feel the vibration through her entire body. Sharp musk swept through the chamber, a combination of jealousy and anger from... three males, including Roarke. She tried to step away, but Delavar held her in place with a firm hand on the small of her back.

  Purslane flinched at the soft tickles as he pulled her hair to the side, and draped the long golden curtain over Doran’s and Conall’s mating marks. Bare to the world, it created the illusion of an unclaimed Omega. He’d primed her left shoulder to be ready for a barrage of teeth, unmarred by the beasts who’d taken her. Delavar stroked the soft skin, trailing patterns on her breastbone. A mewl broke the silence as she batted coquettish lashes at him.

  “Roarke.” The Alpha muttered. His brother’s presence was instant, and the fresh blanket draped over her nude body welcome. Before the Second could pull her away, Delavar cocked his head and moved her hair back into place. A naked shoulder would be a tempting target. When she pulled the sheets up to hide the exposed skin, he let out an approving growl. But it wasn’t to save that bit of flesh for his teeth, it was to hide from all of them. Even him.

  Somehow warmth still fluttered in her stomach at the sound, right before a sharp sense of judgement sliced through her chest. From two directions. With an Omega snarl, she pushed back against two annoyed mates with her own irritation, the image of a scolding mother popping into her head. As First Alpha, and her captor, she owed her primary affections to Delavar. Even if they were her only mates now… something profound and sinister inside Purslane wanted, knew, all four of them would be hers. Eventually. Soon.