Page 6 of Bred By the Barge

She’s gorgeous. Too thin, but I can fix that. Beat up, but I’ll ensure it never happens again.

With cold fury in her eyes, she turns her head and glares at me over her bleeding shoulder. The thin ring of light brown around her dilated pupils tells of her failing grip on reality as she hovers on the verge of rampaging.

“And I told you I am worrying about myself. I need her. She’s my sister. She’s mine.”

My cock and knot harden, making my trousers too confining. Jealousy spears through me.

I want this tiny omega to need me as desperately as she needs her sister. I need her.

Without the layers of salt-water drenched clothes masking her scent, I fill my nostrils with her pheromones and release my breath on a purr.

Her sister wakes and fights with sluggish movements and unfocused eyes.

I step forward, skim my hands up my omega’s sides, and splay my fingers over her ribs, enjoying the soft curves of her underbust. She hisses and tries to lean away, but I pull her flush against my front and lean down so my lips brush her ear.

“Do you need her that badly, tiny treasure?”

A glance down nearly undoes me. Her pert breasts squashed against the hard ridges of my abdominals highlights our differences. I long to explore every inch of her curves.

“What will you do for her?” I growl.

She swallows. Her flesh pebbles. With a lift of her chin, she shows her devotion.

“Anything,” she says.

“Anything?” I growl.

“Yes. Anything. Do whatever you want with me. Just don’t hurt her.”

My cock pulses and fiery lust roars through my veins.

“No, Pearl, don’t say that. Not for me,” her sister half-mumbles, half-cries from the table.

I brush my thumb along the lower swell of her breast.

“Pearl? That’s a pretty name. It’s fitting for a treasure like you,” I say in a voice so deep it’s a wonder she can understand me, but she shivers and takes a deep breath.

“If I asked you to drop to your hands and knees and present that pretty little pussy up for me right here, right now, would you?”

She seals her fate with a single syllable.

“Yes.”

Chapter 3

Pearl

Fear batters at my insides, but wondrous heat curls through my veins as his rough digits test my flesh. Maybe it’s shock, or maybe I’ve finally lost my grip on reality, but the leashed power in his hands and the clean, masculine scent wafting from him feel good. After hours of struggling in the water, his solid body anchors and warms me.

But he’s dangerous. An alpha like him could crush both me and my sister without even trying.

“Would you trust me, tiny treasure?”

The unexpected words spear through me.

It’s the one thing I can’t do. When I hesitate, he chuckles.

“You will, eventually. For now, just listen,” he murmurs against my ear. My pulse leaps as he pushes me away, cups the underside of my left breast, and pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger to aim my face toward my sister.

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