Page 169 of Ruled By The Alpha

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on the inside of his right wrist. Thinking that someone had stabbed him, he clutched his hand to his chest before looking for an assailant. No one was paying any attention to him. He released his injured wrist and looked at it in the gloomy light. He didn’t see any blood or anything that would have caused him pain. There looked to be a dark bruise he couldn’t remember having before, but he shook off the concern as the pain lessened to a dull throb.

“Gentlemen, let me remind you: My security team has prepared for tonight’s presentation. It’s time to go.”

Jacob recognized the slight alpha push that Clarence gave his last sentence, and he stood his ground as other alphas started to move toward the exit. As they craned their necks to catch their last glimpse of the captive omega, Jacob saw wetness on more than one ruddy cheek.

“Now, for those who are left, Stephan is coming around to collect your next entry fee. If you don’t have the money, now is the time to go. Stephan isn’t known for his patience with fools.” Clarence chuckled with dark mirth.

The beta that must have been Stephan crossed the tent through the rows, moving back and forth among the remaining alphas. As he took their money, the alphas moved closer to the stage. Of the original crowd that had numbered over one hundred, Jacob counted less than fifteen. He growled at one alpha who jostled him as he exited the tent.

A sudden cry of pain from the restrained omega drew every eye in the tent to her naked, glistening body. A fresh wave of slick rolled down the insides of her thighs, and some even splashed onto the floor. She rocked her hips back and forth against the boards that made up her restraints.

Seemingly in answer, the inside of Jacob’s wrist spiked with the same pain as before. Again he couldn’t see what was causing the sensation, but with a writhing omega in front of him, his attention was not on his own pain.

Handing his money to Stephan, Jacob moved closer to the bound figure on the stage. Her jasmine perfume filled his lungs, but while he felt like he could breathe only her fragrance and live forever, he could scent her fear and sorrow too.

His omega was afraid.

Wait… what the fuck.His?

Shaking his head to rid himself of the crazy notion, Jacob refocused on what Clarence was explaining to the remaining alphas.

“You might be wondering what extraordinary thing your extra fifty dollars bought you.” He gestured to the omega behind him.

Jacob stiffened as Clarence’s fat fingers made contact with skin that looked soft as silk, even as she continued to struggle. Clarence caressed the inside of her right knee and up her smooth thigh, until he brushed his fingers over the wet curls at the apex of her sex. Withdrawing his digits, he held his slick-covered fingers up to the flickering light for the alphas to see. Several of them licked their lips and sighed at the heady scent wafting over them.

“Slick—an omega’s heat-laced slick, to be precise. Something that no one except the king’s court has tasted for decades. This is what your money has bought you, gentlemen.”

Gasps from the men echoed in the room.

“Your fifty dollars bought you a taste of omega slick. You may touch the omega to gather the slick. You may only touch her with your fingers, and you may only touch her twice, alphas. Only twice, so make it count.

“Of course…” He paused again.“If you havemoremoney, then I have an even bigger treat for you. How much would you pay to drink her slick straight from the source? How much to put your lips… your tongue… your teeth… on her sweet pussy? To lap at this firm little clit? To roll your tongue around it? How much is it worth for you to stick your tongue inside her tight hole?”

Groans from the assembled alphas rose as Clarence raised his hand to the bound omega’s pussy, spreading her cunt lips with two of his fingers. Using his thumb on her little nub, he drew a low moan from his captive, and parting her folds, he revealed her firm little clit surrounded by pink flesh that betrayed the omega.

The acrid scent of her fear surrounded the gathered alphas, but the scent of her sweet pussy filled their heads andswept away any instinctual chivalry. The alphas who had been deprived of even the hope of seeing an omega were driven into a furor by the slick glistening on her pussy and thighs. She might have been terrified, but she was also painfully aroused, and as her heat took over more of their senses, the scent of her fear faded into the sweetness of arousal.

“How much, you ask? Fifty more dollars! If you’re out of cash, do you have any jewelry? We’ll take that as well, if it’s quality. If you have nothing left, you can still use your fingers to gather your treat, but remember—only those paying extra can feast on the nectar straight from the well.” Clarence released her folds and ran his fingers up her left leg, gathering more of her shiny juices, allowing his palm to fill with the fluid before bringing it to his lips.

“Remember, alphas—my friends—you’ve never tasted such a thing before. Don’t let it overwhelm your senses. Gordon and the rest of the security team are here to make sure there aren’t any… accidents. If you behave yourselves, after your taste, you can stay in the tent and soak up her delectable pheromones. Let them fill your lungs and spirit. If you lose control, well, the results will not be nearly so pleasant. So quickly now! Have your money ready, form the line starting to my left, and we’ll get you your first—and last—taste of heaven.”

Jacob moved on autopilot into line with the rest of the alphas. He couldn’t take his eyes from the bound omega. Hair so black it reflected blue in the dim lighting hung in sweat-soaked tendrils, framing her face and cascading over her breasts. Her eyes were dark. Jacob couldn’t tell if the color was natural, or if her pupils had blown with arousal. Her flushed skin highlighted her cheekbones, and her full, pink lips were slightly open as she panted with the force of her fear and arousal.

Her tight, brownish-pink nipples peeked through the strands of hair brushing her creamy breasts. Her chest heaved, andJacob found that he wanted to bite the little nubbins. Wanted to sink his teeth into her soft flesh. Wanted to hear her scream in both pleasure and pain as he took his due.

Letting his eyes follow a droplet of sweat from between her breasts, he watched it roll over the gently rounded skin of her abdomen to the top of her pussy. He noted absently the faint bluish mark right above the start of her slit, and the thought of her tender flesh being bruised by rough treatment had his hands clenching into fists.

Only he was allowed to mark his omega.

Pain flared again on the inside of his right wrist, but unable to care about pain with a naked and aroused omega in front of him, Jacob just shook his hand to rid himself of the sensation. Casting his burning wrist an irritated glance, he briefly wondered at the mark forming there. Taking a second to rub it against his waist, he reached into his pocket to run his fingers over the only thing left there.

He didn’t have any more money, but when he’d emptied out his safety deposit box that afternoon, he’d taken the only thing he had left of value: his grandmother’s mating bracelet. The golden bracelet was from a time long before the latest war, when his family had been flush with the success of a working mine. Jacob hadn’t been born yet, but his grandmother had been one of the few omegas who hadn’t been sequestered by the palace. She and his grandfather had already been mated when the menagerie law was passed, so she had been allowed to remain outside of the palace.

He remembered sitting on her lap and listening to stories about strong, dashing alphas and their beloved omegas. His mother had also been an omega, a rare late presentation, who’d also been one of the rare few who’d managed to avoid the menagerie law. She’d died birthing him, and after losing their bond Jacob’s father had tried to stay sane to raise him, but afteronly a few years, he had succumbed to the alpha madness and was killed in a riot. His grandmother had been the one who had truly raised him.

When he was fourteen, he’d sat vigil at her sickbed on one of the last occasions he would see her. “My bracelet, Jacob,” she’d said, holding her arm up slightly so that the light had shown on the gold adorning her thin wrist. “It’ll be yours and kept in the deposit box at the bank. Find your mate. Use it wisely.”

Was using it to pay for the privilege of putting his lips on a captive omega’s cunt following his grandmother’s wishes? No. But considering the lack of omegas, Jacob didn’t anticipate living past his twenty-fifth year. What good would the bracelet do him then?

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