Page 71 of Knot My Sin

I can’t respond as Bruce pulls the belt around my neck tightly and releases his cock from his pants. Smearing his foul-tasting pre-cum along my lips, he smirks.

“Omega whores exist to be fucked and stuffed with cum. It’s just better when they scream for us,” he mutters.

One thrust has my mouth full to bursting as I force myself to open wide. Everything hurts as my body burns.

“No slick, Wren,” Trey commands, sealing my fate as my body is denied a biological function.

There’s only pain as the alphas spend hours doing what they want… when they want, while Trey praises me. My torturous omega soul tells me this will all end if I do what I’m told.

Maybe…

“Wren, wake up,” Shaw’s deep voice pulls me out of the dream with a rasping wail.

It’s as if I was back in that fucking house, during one of the many worst days of my life. It was a never ending parade of shittastic people and experiences.

“Sweetness, I’m here. Please come back to me.” he pleads.

God, how long has he been trying to get me out of this nightmare?

“I’m here,” I cry, feeling his warm arms around me. “Oh my God.”

“I’m here,” he murmurs, purring for me. His cheek is plastered to my back, and as I blink the sleep and tears from my eyes, I see we’re the only ones in the room right now. “I’ve been trying to wake you up for a few minutes. Thank fuck you’re back.”

“Nightmare,” I rasp, my throat sore, as if I’ve been screaming in my sleep.

“The guys went to go for a run, and I decided to stay and snuggle,” Shaw explains. “It’s still early, but they wanted to be back by the time you woke up. I can call Flynn if you need him and he’ll come back.”

“No,” I whine, turning in his arms. I adore Flynn, but I think I need Shaw. “I want you.”

His large hand rubs my back as he pulls me closer.

“You have me,” he rumbles, sounding pleased. “Sweetness, you scared me. Your eyes were half opened as you dreamed, and you kept making these noises. It was like someone was hurting you.”

“Someone was,” I rasp. “When I was sixteen, Trey brought three men to a room he decorated for me, and they… hurt me.”

His caramel scent smells burnt, but it’s still the most delicious thing in the world right now.

“Hurt how?” he asks. “You don’t have to tell me, but my imagination is my worst enemy, baby. The things I’m thinking about…”

“It’s probably right with what you’re thinking,” I mutter. Placing my hand on his chest, I let my eyes close as I focus on his heart beat. It’s steady, safe, and most importantly, he woke me up.

Opening my eyes, I look up at his whiskey-brown eyes that remind me so much of a slightly lighter color than caramel. “Trey commanded me not to slick,” I whisper. “There was nothing between me and them, and they used their fists and cocks to hurt me.”

His eyes flash with horror and fury. “Do you have names?” he growls.

“Only first names,” I sigh. “I don’t know why I’m so sensitive to an alpha’s bark, but it’s always been awful. It just reminds me of how much of an abomination I am.”

“You are no such thing,” Shaw grunts, his hand cupping my jaw as he stares down at me. “Wren you are exactly who you’re meant to be. Beautiful, snarky, and unapologetic. You handed your brother his ass yesterday.”

Smirking, I move my hands up his cheek to loop around his neck.

“Will you kiss me?” I ask.

Gazing at me, I wonder if I asked the wrong thing. Maybe he doesn’t want to… He’s seen what a mess I am.

Maybe…

His firm lips cover mine, his tongue begging for entrance.

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