Page 129 of Knot My Sin

The sharp blade is removed from my throat, but his other hand is still tightly holding my hair.

“Oops, butter fingers,” he jokes, tossing the knife a foot away from her. “I want you to watch as I fuck him, listen to his cries, and know the blade is so close, but you can’t save him.”

I can feel his hardness against my ass as he grinds against it, making me whine in fear. Wren sobs, and I shake my head the best I can. No, I have to be strong. Fuck.

“Darling, you’re fine. We’re fine. No matter what happens, I understand,” I tell her, my voice breaking. The knife is a taunt, and her eyes move wildly between the weapon and me.

“No. Trey, please. You don’t have to do this,” she says, screaming as Trey unbuckles my pants and pulls them down. I’m in the unfortunate position of presenting for an alpha, and struggle to buck him off, even as slick begins to slowly drip from my ass.

I can’t control my body, but I do not want this.

“Shut up, Wren,” Trey alpha barks, slapping my ass before shoving three fingers into my tight hole. His other hand is leaning heavily against my shoulder blades, so I’m pinned to the damn mattress. I have so many regrets right now, and being so sensitive to sedatives is one of them. Grunting in pain, I gasp as he pumps his fingers inside of me.

My cock is uninterested at least, laying flaccid against me. My lungs are locking up in panic, and I shut down a whimper of pain. Wren can’t help me, I can’t help myself for fuck’s sake, but I can keep her calm. This isn’t her fault…

Oh ow. God.

Tears fill my eyes as Trey removes his fingers, yanks down his pants, and shoves his large mushroom tip inside of my ass without any fanfare. His cock is dry as a bone as he moves us, so Wren can see my grimace of pain as he works his cock into my ass.

I was wrong. I may not have seen his dick yet, but he’s thick.

Tears cascade down Wren’s cheeks, her body twitching, but I can hear screaming through the bond. God, my poor girl.

“Wren,” I gasp, gritting my teeth. “Baby, you have my heart. He can’t touch that. Look at me.”

Her eyes are glued to Trey and his cock as his hand grips my hip to keep me in place as he thrusts deeper inside of me. Fire lights up through every nerve ending despite the small amount of slick that I’m producing, making me gasp in pain as he grunts. I can tell he’s nearing a rut, and fear threatens to stop my heart. Instead, I wrap every important piece of my soul up so he can’t touch it, speaking words of truth to my girl.

“Wren!” I scream, forcing her eyes to move to me. Whimpers of anger slip through her lips, despite his command to be quiet, making me wonder if she’ll be able to break the command. The screaming through the bond continues, making me think if I push her, she’ll be successful.

I’m sorry, baby girl.

“Look at me, not him. Come on,” I tell her. Her eyes stay on me and I see her fingers twitching furiously. “I love you so much, okay? None of this is your fault.”

“Flynn,” she whispers, gasping as she realizes she was able to speak.

“That’s it, Darling,” I say, eyes closing as I feel Trey’s fingers dig into my hip. His hips piston forcefully, and I can feel his knot ghosting along my opening. God, I hope it doesn’t come to that.

Come on, Wren. Break his alpha bark.

Gasping, I open my eyes, unable to help the tears that begin to fall. This is so fucked up, I’m going to have nightmares right alongside my girl. This alpha is one of the worst humans who has ever walked the earth, and needs to die.

Trey isn’t even listening to me, grunting as he fucks me. “So tight. Strangling my cock like such a good boy,” he mutters. “Wren, I’m going to knot him, fill him up with cum, and then I’ll slit his throat. It’ll ruin the pretty bed sheets, but that’s fine. I’ll change them after I knot you in his blood. Need to knot, have to.”

“Wren, baby, eyes on me,” I remind her as she visibly shakes. She’s fighting so hard, and I can see she’s close to breaking it. “You’re my girl. My omega. You can do this. Focus on me, our pack, and that fucking knife.”

Her bare foot slides forward on the floor, and her eyes leap over to Trey. I feel his knot pushing against me, and I clench, trying to keep him out.

“You’re not keeping me out,” he grunts. “My hole. Rut, knot, now.”

His acrid pheromones fill the room, making me choke. God, I don’t know how Wren survived so many years with him. He’s losing his mind to a rut, and it’s making him even stronger as he leans over me, shoving my face into the mattress.

“Wren!” I scream, unable to hold back as I feel him push and shove his knot inside of me. My asshole tries to open, doing what biology asks of it, and I whine in pain. “No!”

“Never again,” my girl whispers, stepping forward and bending to scoop up the knife. Her limbs are still trying to fight her as she moves, and she shakes her head as she tries to push away the command. The knife easily slides through the dress material as she cuts away the bottom so she can move easier. “No more.”

Trey is still oblivious as he gets thrown into a rut, only looking up when Wren screams wordlessly, her now shorter dress no match for her legs as she runs and jumps on his back.

There’s no revenge quite like an omega scorned.

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