Page 130 of Knot My Sin

WREN

Holding on like a spider monkey, the first thrust of the knife sinks into Trey’s upper back. He’s leaning over my omega as he rapes him, with one hand gripping Flynn’s hip, while the other one grips his hair as he pushes him into the mattress. Trey is lost to his alpha rut, though he grunts in pain as the knife slices him.

“You little bitch,” he growls. “You should still be frozen in fear, watching in punishment for leaving me.”

“I didn’t leave you, you psychotic asshole!” I screech, pulling the knife out, ignoring the squelching sound. “You’re never going to stop unless I stop you!”

Every word is punctuated by me as I slice and stab him. Needing him away from Flynn, I plant my feet on Flynn’s sides, pushing us away. Trey’s haze leaves him as the pain overtakes his attention, standing up as he lets go of Flynn. Thankfully, he’s not locked in with his knot, and I hold onto his hair, so he can’t knock me off his back.

Riding on an enraged alpha’s back while he’s raping my omega isn’t something I ever thought I’d do. I hope I never am in this position again. Flynn still has his hands tied to his back, which makes it difficult to help me as he grits his teeth and tries to push Trey’s cock out of him with his ass muscles.

Finally, Trey pops out of Flynn’s ass, making him lose his balance as he flies back and runs into the wall with me still attached. Gasping as he knocks the wind out of me, I cough as rage descends over me.

I’m unable to breathe or speak, I wordlessly shove the knife repeatedly into his back, blood spilling over his skin as he now bangs me into the wall again and again in an attempt to knock me off. My legs are tightly wrapped around his waist, and his hard cock is flailing in the air as I stab him.

“Fucking die!” I scream, my blood spattered fingers getting a hold of his hair as I yank it back. The knife presses into his neck, and then quickly, Trey stills.

“You don’t want to do that, Wren,” he growls, attempting to use his alpha bark on me. Pursing my lips, I shake my head as I don’t even feel a twinge.

“Doesn’t work anymore,” I state, watching as Flynn rolls up onto his feet, pants hindering his steps as he walks over to me.

Grumbling, Flynn steps out of them, his dick out in the air, so he can kick Trey between the legs.

“Down you go, asshole,” he grunts, watching as Trey falls to his knees with a cry. Legs dropping to the floor, I hold tightly onto Trey’s hair.

“Turn around,” I say breathlessly to Flynn. Doing as I say, I carefully slice through the rope, allowing his hands to be free so he can get dressed again.

Trey shot me full of a lot of voltage, and I’m feeling a little spacy after he slammed me around. Still, I force myself to stay present as I push Trey over onto his side.

“Will you hold him for me?” I rasp, dropping to my knees. I need to remove certain appendages from Trey before I can kill him. I’m not typically a malicious person, but something snapped in me when I saw him hurting Flynn.

Never again.

“Yes, Wren,” he says softly. There’s track marks along his face from his tears, and it makes me livid. I want to destroy this alpha, but he may not live long enough for me to exact my revenge.

I don’t have the knowledge of how to keep someone alive during torture. It seems that’s my alphas’ specialty. I don’t know when they’ll find us, so I need to make sure this is done, so we can contact them.

Flipping Trey onto his back, Flynn holds him down by his neck, his legs pinning the alpha’s arms as well. Flynn is still suffering the effects of whatever he was injected with, and is moving slowly. That’s fine, because I kneel on Trey’s thighs, making sure his pants are pulled down to his knees.

Picking up the knife I had put to the side, I stab it down into his thigh, twisting it to inflict pain and damage.

“You have a penchant for touching things that don’t belong to you,” I tell him, my voice throaty and low from stress. “Today, you went too far.”

Humming to myself, I stab, stab, stab different areas of his legs, just for the joy of hearing him scream. On the other side of my bond with Flynn, there’s absolutely no judgment, and as I get the courage to glance up at him, his green eyes are clear and open.

He nods for me to continue, and I’m reminded that we are part of a pack with alphas who are killers. It’s easy for me to forget that due to how careful they are with me now. It’s so at odds with men who play Penis Picasso because those alphas hurt me.

While I may not have the stomach or knowledge to attempt something like that because with my luck Trey will bleed out before I’m done, I can still have my fun as the blood pools underneath him.

Thank goodness black hides blood so well.

Grimacing as I wrap my hand around Trey’s cock, I cough as it gets harder in my hand.

“If this was foreplay, you should have just said so,” he says, choking as Flynn squeezes his hand tighter around his throat.

“You will not speak to her,” he grunts. “She’s mine.”

Smirking at him with a nod, I stab Trey’s engorged knot, enjoying the strangled scream he gives me.

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