Page 48 of Tangled in Knots

I can see whatever Ophelia gave him is making his eyes glaze over more than they were before, and my body pebbles in goosebumps at the sight of my beta losing control like this.

He’s our fucking voice of reason, for God’s sakes.

“Oh do I hear two-hundred thousand?” Harry the dickhead auctioneer yells out.

“Here!” roars out an alpha from the back of the room.

Harry won’t allow things to go too high yet, content to let the tension rise as the alphas begin to push their knots into the tiny omega. She really does appear small on the bench between the alphas, and I promise myself that after this, she can have anything she fucking wants.

The world burned down in her honor?

Fuck it, it’s hers. My father’s head on a pike? I’ll find a way. It’ll mean that I’ll have to step into his space, but I have a feeling she’ll be the perfect queen. My thoughts are going wild as I watch Adira swallow down a large knot, her body writhing from its size. She still takes it, the alpha groaning with pleasure.

Morris reaches up to squeeze and massage Adira’s throat, no one able to see the bite I know is still healing. Morris did his best to ensure the bite bruised as little as possible after the fact, and the omega’s curled and styled hair is hiding it well.

The reason he’s massaging the column of her throat is to help her take the knot and relax. His rhythm falters a bit, since Adira’s tits aren’t pushed together anymore, but her hand necklace is getting attention as it emphasizes the bulge in her throat.

“Fuck, the bitch is enjoying being dicked down. Look at her,” a voice I can’t place yells, while I grunt in response. It appears as if I’m agreeing with whoever it was, engaged in the activities. “Show us the knot in her pussy!”

The alpha angles her body a little more to show the way her pussy is expanding to take the knot while not allowing it to be all the way sucked inside. There are alphas who will find themselves locked in for hours, depending on the omega, and that would ruin what they’re going for.

The alpha drops his head back as he groans, working the crowd as he fucks his knot along her walls. I didn’t think her pleasure mattered to anyone but Morris, but the alpha moves his hand between her legs to firmly rub the pad of his thumb over Adira’s clit.

It’s all a performance, though. Her responses are being pulled forcibly between the pills she took and her body’s natural reaction to alphas and their knots. Adira can’t help how her body is reacting, while the alphas around us believe this is her typical response.

Fucking disgusting.

Her pheromones are strong and inciting alphas to get riled up and aggressive. The alphas on stage are almost mindless as they rut and fuck Adira, with the exception of knotting her pussy.

“Mark her! I want to see how all that creamy skin looks covered in cum!” my father yells, his dark eyes sparkling wildly. I hate how much we look alike. Some days, it makes me want to shave my head to be able to get away from it.

“Brock, you heard them,” Harry calls out. “May want to get out of the stream, beta.”

Morris’ hand spasms once around Adira’s throat before falling away and I can tell by the way that she begins to struggle that she immediately misses it. Maybe it felt as if he was anchoring her, but I’ll probably never know.

The alphas hold her down, working to release their partially immersed knots from her holes. The alpha between her legs twists her body to the side, as he jerks his cock roughly once he’s able to pull out, until ropes of cum begin to jut out of his dick to cover her body.

The other alpha roughly pulls his cock from her lips, the choking sound once her throat releases his knot, making me gasp in a sharp breath. Needing to look away, I glance at mybaby brother who is gazing dispassionately at the scene on the stage. It appears as if he doesn’t give a flying fuck, but he’s taking what I said to heart.

My brother has always been so damn literal.

Damon is cataloging and memorizing every damn movement they make, every sound of pain Adira is having pulled from her body, he is branding it inside of his mind. He refuses to break away from his vigil, and I realize something.

My brother is the best of us all.

CHAPTER 13

MORRIS

Things are spiraling out of control, and there is nothing I can do. The keens and moans being pulled from Adira aren’t real, because I’m the only one who knows she’s trapped in a hell filled with sensations that aren’t real. Her body is more sensitive than usual, her clit and nipples begging to be touched.

Ophelia has her own fucked up lab to cook up the drugs that can force whatever behavior she wants. For example, my chest is heaving, my cock is throbbing, and I would be willing to do anything to get inside one of Adira’s wet, willing holes.

This has nothing to do with my typically level headed, and respectful attitude toward women. No, instead I’m quite literally thinking with my dick, and the omega’s scent is thick enough to taste on my tongue.

She almost drowned me in her slick, and I still want more. The chaos of the auction before me is almost muted due to how focused to a pinpoint my mind is currently.

“You’ve seen how well she takes knots in her holes, I think it’s time to see how much damage that tight ass can take,” theauctioneer says. “Beta, I don’t think I can trust the alphas not to lose their control. I think everyone needs to see how much the little whore loves it.”

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