Page 170 of Ruled By The Alpha

Fingers still wrapped around the bracelet; Jacob’s gaze locked on the omega as she gave a sharp cry of pleasure. The first of the alphas stood in front of her, his fingers buried between her legs. He could hear the alpha growling, and the omega’s resulting flow of slick trickled over his hand. Jacob’s fists clenched tighter as he watched the omega’s hips buck into the caress. The alpha must not have had any extra money, as he only used his fingers to bring her shimmery fluid to his lips. He watched the alpha’s eyes roll back into his head when he sucked his fingers into his mouth.

Watching another touch what was his, another male tasting her sweetness when it all belonged tohim…

Jacob stopped that line of thought. She wasn’t his. Her scent was like ambrosia to him, but she didn’t belong to him. She wasn’t his to claim.

Feeling an unexpected surge of violent anger burning inside of him, he focused his gaze on the betas surrounding the inside of the tent and made every effort to ignore the mewls and whimpers coming from the omega. Cataloging the features of each guard kept him busy for a time, but when the omega gave ahigh-pitched cry that had nothing to do with pleasure, the betas moved forward, and Jacob centered his attention on the frenzy.

From Jacob’s position, he could see that another alpha had his hand between the legs of the omega, but he must have hooked them inside of her pussy. The betas were trying to pull him away from her, but as they pulled him, her hips followed his hand until her back was arched off the cross behind her and she screamed in pain.

The scrape of metal on metal preceded one of the guards pulling a machete from a sheath on his back, and without a warning, he brought the weapon down and sliced through the alpha’s arm below the elbow. Blood spurted from the stump, and the detached forearm and hand slid to the floor with a meaty thump. The omega screamed as blood covered her thighs and ran down her legs to drip off her feet.

The alpha’s own cries were buried under a pile of bodies as the beta team finally forced him to the floor. Still spurting blood, the betas collected the collapsed alpha under his arms and dragged him from the tent.

Blinking in shock, Jacob watched the alphas at the front of the line look down at themselves to see whether they had been splattered with blood. The omega continued to scream until Clarence turned and delivered a sharp smack to her vulnerable pussy with his hand.

“Quiet now, omega.” He looked to Stephan. “Get her cleaned up.”

Stephan slipped behind the curtain, then reappeared with a bucket and cloth. Everyone in the tent watched as he brushed the cloth up and down her legs to clean up the gore while the omega could only sob and gasp.

Again Clarence snapped his wrist so that his fingers slapped sharply against her pussy. It took two more times for her to finally stop, and she stared at the little alpha male.

“Enough,” he said.

The alpha command in his tone caused a shudder to run through her small frame, even as it quieted her cries.

It was more proof that Clarence was an alpha, and that she was an omega. Only alphas could produce the correct tone to make others do their bidding. While it could work on betas, an unmated omega was helpless before that commanding voice.

The water in the bucket and the cloth were tinged pink when Stephan finally finished wiping down the omega’s legs. With a few brushes against her slit that weren’t quite as aloof as Stephan appeared to be, the beta took the bucket and disappeared behind the curtain.

“Now that we’ve cleaned up that unpleasantness, are we ready to continue?” Clarence’s falsely jovial voice rang out over the remaining alphas. The message was clear.

Despite the violence, no one had left the tent. The scent of omega slick and the chance to taste it was too much of a temptation.

Jacob counted three alphas remaining in front of him, and he was the last in line. The next alpha who stepped up turned out his pockets and presented Clarence with all the money left in his pockets.

“Forty-five dollars?” the showman’s voice rang out. Jacob couldn’t hear the alpha’s mumbled response, but Clarence let out a deep chuckle and said, “Well, I hope you’re forgiven when you get home. Go ahead. Lick that omega pussy clean.”

Watching with morbid fascination, Jacob shuddered as the growling alpha approached the omega. Slick once again flowed from her pussy, and the alpha wasted no time in gripping her thighs and shoving his mouth between her legs. The omega let out a keening cry, and Jacob could just see the alpha’s tongue lapping at the juice spilling from her cunt.

After a few minutes, Clarence tapped his shoulder to signal his time was up. Maintaining better control, the alpha tipped his head back so that his face was pointed to the ceiling. Licking his lips and inhaling deeply, he released his hold on the omega and backed away. Jacob noted the dazed expression on the alpha’s face, his chin shiny with the omega’s slick, and the angry red marks on the omega’s thighs from the alpha’s fingers.

Two more alphas were in front of him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away this time as each took his turn. Neither of them could afford to use their lips on the omega, but using their fingers, they swirled thick digits through her juices before bringing it to their lips. The second alpha’s knees buckled after the slick touched his lips, and he released a moan of such longing that the omega tilted her hips toward him in response. When he began to lean in for a third taste, the slight approach of the beta guards was enough to bring him back to his senses. Casting a rueful look at the omega, he chose to leave the tent.

Jacob’s turn. His fingers traced over the golden swirls of the bracelet in his pocket.

Now that he was closer to the omega, he could smell her scent all around him. It invaded his senses and filled his lungs. She smelled like the flowering garden his grandmother used to keep, but instead of sweetly floral, her scent was hot. Addictive. Like rich, deep honey that he wanted to lick from his fingers and coat his tongue.

Decision made.

He pulled out the antique mating bracelet into the dull lighting of the tent and stepped closer to Clarence to show him. The little alpha hummed in interest as the metal caught his eye.

“What have we here? A mating bracelet? Your mother was an omega?”

“Yes, but this belonged to my grandmother. She was also an omega.”

“Your father was an alpha, then,” Clarence said.

“And my grandfather.”

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