Page 15 of The Butcher

Despite the way I gag, being skin to skin has my pussy clenching.

Which is when I remember I’m not wet.

Not even a little.

My body is not producing any slick at all and that is going to be a huge issue when they remove the plugs from their noses and the rut takes over.

It won’t matter if I’m wet or not, they will try to breed me, and my station won’t matter in the slightest because shoving a knot into a dry vagina is never fun.

I don’t understand why this is happening.

Even a forced heat produces something, that’s part of the physical process. The medication forces the heat, we perfume, and slick happens. It’s the damn point of this entire thing. Bringing a heat on is meant to have an omega primed to take a knot and hopefully procreate, and slick is a pretty critical part of that.

The sound of the stockade closing around my wrists and neck pulls me from my thoughts and sends me right into a panic, though you wouldn’t know it.

My ass lifts on its own, my toes pushing my hips into the air out of instinct as Foster’s scent becomes so strong I can taste it. Every inch of me wants him, wants his knot to ease the pain that keeps intensifying.

I need to tell him.

I need to say something, anything, to let them know that my pussy is dry as hell right now because I’m not the only one who benefits from the slick. They need it almost as much as I do but?—

“Great, you made it.”

My heart stops as the ache between my legs practically starts screaming on its own, and several more scents flood the stall.

More scents, more voices, more alpha energy.

Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, I feel fingers on my chin gently lifting my head. A hand pats my cheek, which helps me open my eyes, but everything is still blurry for a few seconds.

“There she is,” Hall grins, his face level with mine from his crouched position. “I was worried we weren’t going to see those pretty eyes at all tonight.” He tilts his head as my mouth tries to form words, but his thumb slides up to my lower lip and pulls it from the top one. “We wanted to do what we could to ensure you’d have a productive night.”

I feel the head of Foster’s dick nudge my core, still dry as can be but no less needy, squeezing around nothing to try to pull him inside anyway. My eyes quickly bounce between Hall’s, pleading with him to understand what I’m trying to tell him. There are way too many smells in here now, at least four in addition to Foster and Hall. I couldn’t speak if I wanted to, I’m starting to get cloudy, and everything is spinning again. It’s making me dizzy trying to keep up with everything and the more I breathe in, the needier my body becomes.

But what I really need is for him to hear what I can’t say.

Hall’s grin widens and I think for a second that I might have conveyed my message, but he leans closer and whispers in my ear. “We brought our brothers, Red. Seven big”—Foster pushes against my pussy again— “hard alpha dicks ready to rut your cunt until you’re carrying one of our spawns.”

If I could, I’d show him how much I hate that he used that word. And that they brought five other men to try to breed me tonight.

Instead, my ass goes higher, my toes barely touching the ground while my body tries to push back against the alpha behind me.

I need to tell him.

I have to try to say something, to at least warn him that there is no lubricant for him at all but when I feel my jaw drop to try, it isn’t words that spill from my lips.

No, not words, not even the blood curdling scream echoing in my head as Foster slams into me, his erection tearing its way through my body at a lightning speed in one brutal thrust, not stopping or slowing until his knot is flush against me.

The burning. Oh my god, it burns so badly. This is excruciating despite the fact that I heard myself moan and I do it again when he pulls back, still completely dry, shredding my insides while they stick and unstick, tearing themselves from his dick.

“That’s it, Red,” Hall watches my face, his eyes lingering at my lips before he breaks his start to look back at Foster. “Take all of him so we can make a mommy out of you tonight.”

The dominant alpha slams back into me and I can’t keep the bile down. I vomit and moan at the same time, the pain blinding even though my pussy squeezes him. Foster grunts as he does it again and when he delivers his next thrust, he rocks the entire platform, and I’m roughly shoved forward.

Oh, thank god, I… No.

Oh, god, no.

For a split second, I thought I was finally getting wet, that having an alpha rut me finally kicked my body into drive but that’s not it. No, when Foster’s pace quickens and his fingers dig into my hips, I know that’s not it.

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