Page 17 of Feral

“Well, let me tell you a little secret,Miss Dorne:Every single one of your beta boyfriends have fantasized about fucking you on a bench just like this one, with your legs spread and your hands tied down so you can’t fight back. Weallfantasize about it as we make sweet, gentle love to you and ask you if you’ve come yet.

“And now here you are… tied up like a sacrificial lamb and gagging for a thick cock to destroy your pretty little pussy as roughly as possible. I’d almost call that poetic justice, wouldn’t you?”

I wanted to bite back—to call him sick, to yell at him for abusing his position to quite obviously torment women for his own twisted sense of revenge. But all his taunts did was make my pussy gush with need as I couldn’t help but picture 351 forcing himself inside of me… finally sating my aching body.

“Please,”I gasped, surrendering to the humiliation. “Please. Bring him to me. I need…Please!”

Dr. Urwin snorted as he walked away from me and rapped his knuckles against the door. “Oh, you’ll get him all right, slut. And my guess, it’ll take you roughly three seconds before you start begging us to get him off you again. Should be fun—I always love it when they scream.”

Guards I hadn’t known were present opened the metal door and let the doctor out. It slammed shut behind him with an echoing thud, leaving me alone in the small room.

Was it morning already? Or were those guards the same men who’d pointed their guns at 351 and I what felt like a lifetime ago?

Would they watch my humiliation, too?

I pressed my face against the padded surface of the bench, unwilling to look at Dr. Axell behind the glass panes—the esteemed doctor I’d spent so many years looking up to, never knowing what kind of a monster truly lay beneath the surface.

I waited in silence under the bright light, the only sound in the room my own ragged breathing for several minutes. My body ached from the artificial heat, cramps rolling through my abdomen in uneasy waves, and I fidgeted to try and get comfortable in my restraints. Not that I could—I was strapped down too tightly to move more than half an inch to each side. The sweat dripped off my heated skin in fat droplets and pooled on the padding underneath me, making me stick to the surface. And all the while, my sex clenched helplessly around nothing, the desperation to be mounted and filled overshadowing the rest of my discomfort.

Thuds from somewhere on the other side of the door pulled my attention away from my misery and into the present. I turned my head to face it, my breathing picking up speed at a mutedroar.

He was here.

TEN

LILLIAN

My pussy gushed a new rivulet of slick at the sound of the enraged alpha, even as I whimpered with fear. My body didn’t care about my traumatic childhood and ingrained terror at even the thought of being at the mercy of a feral alpha—it simply recognized the sound of an approaching male strong enough to finally quell my suffering and ensured my readiness to receive him.

Another roar, this time much closer, was followed by a loudbangas the door swung open and a heavily restrained 351 was shoved into the room with metal poles attached to the bands of metal encircling his neck and arms. He fought like a wild animal despite the restraints, trying to twist back and grab at the men controlling the poles. When I caught a glimpse of his eyes, I shuddered in primal fear. They were pitch black, any humanity that may have been present completely overshadowed byrage.

A man not wielding a pole stepped halfway into the room and aimed a taser gun at the feral alpha. He pressed the trigger and 351 jerked once, his resistance coming to an abrupt halt as he dropped to his knees.

The guards reacted quickly, detaching the poles and slamming the door shut—and then I was alone with the wild man.

351 shook his head, his lip pulling up in a deep snarl as he regained control of his muscles. He was on his feet in the blink of an eye, and the room reverberated when he threw the full weight of his body against the now locked door, roaring in rage as he tore at the metal with fingers hooked like claws.

I gasped in a small, panicked breath as even my wanton pussy tensed with fear. As much as my body needed him, there was no mistaking the absolute fury currently in control of the alpha. The only thing he seemed interested in right now was tomaim—and I was the only breakable target within reach.

At the sound of my gasp, the alpha froze, and he whipped his head around to locate the source of the noise. Black eyes bored into mine, and I tried to shrink into the bench with a whimper of fear. But there was nowhere for me to hide.

His roar quieted to a deep, rich growl—like a stalking panther rounding on its trapped prey.

“D-don’t h-hurt m-me,” I pleaded, because that was the only thing I could do. “P-please, please. Don’t—don’t h-hurt me!”

If he even heard my words, it was clear he didn’t understand them. His upper lip pulled back in a snarl again as he took in my quivering form strapped to the breeding bench, and he took two long steps toward me. But before he came close enough to touch me, his nostrils flared wide and he froze to the spot.

He’d finally caught the scent of my heat.

Black eyes roamed over my body again as he scented the air more deeply.

When he growled again, it had a distinctly different tone than before—deeper—and my pussy responded in kind.

I groaned at the spasm in my abdomen, and moaned at the rush of liquid gushing down my inner thighs and dripping on the floor.

Even though my heart was still pounding in terror, my body recognized the alpha’s shifting interests.

Strong fingers twisted into the manacles shackling my wrists to the bench. 351 pulled at the metal, his muscles bulging with the effort, but they didn’t give.

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