Page 2 of Terror

“Tabitha Park. Tabby.”

He smiles. “Like a kitten?”

“Yes,” I say, breathless. Yes anything. For good measure, I nod, because he stands before me, tall, proud, and sexy. I can’t look away from all that maleness as my brain replays what he asked. “What? No, not like a kitten. Tabby is short for Tabitha.” I forgot what I came here for. What the hell am I doing here? “I shouldn’t have come.”

“Not without permission,” the other Hordesman says.

Terror chuckles. “Are you an Omega?”

I step back, wondering how I can get out of here with my panties on. “You can’t ask me that.”

“I just did. Answer me.”

Saying no would make me a liar. I hate liars. Saying yes would put me on the register, and any of those males could knock on my door. They can sense Omega heats, and then they come calling. Saying no to any of them during heat, I imagine, would make me rather sick. I’ve gone through heats, and, judging by that experience, I’d crawl all over Terror. I spin on my heel and make a mad dash for the door.

I run into the other Hordesman. Fever wears no shirt, and I’m eye level with his massive chest. He grabs my hips and spins me around to face Terror, whose eyes are hard, his jaw clenching. He’s not looking at me but above my head at Fever. This one got his name when he walked into a high school graduation party, stripped naked, and sent thirty-some Omegas into a sexual frenzy.

“You think she’s an Omega?” Fever asks.

Terror smirks. “I don’t think it. I know it.”

“Show me,” Fever challenges.

“You’re not trained for handling heats.”

“Doesn’t make it any less fun to watch you. Five dollars says you’ll get slapped.”

The Telean appears on my right. “Their exchange is the equivalent to Telean intellectual torture.” His silver pupils shrink. “Please do slap him. It might rattle his brain cells. They need a workout.” He exits the room, door closing softly behind him.

“Ready?” Terror tells the Hordesman behind me. “Hands off. Eyes on the floor.”

Fever releases my hips, and I sigh with relief, thinking they’ll just let me slip by so I can go home and jerk off. Nope. Not a chance. Fever at my back purrs, the vibrations drumming against my clit. My whole body ignites, and a moan escapes my lips.

“Kitten, we’re going to play a game,” Terror says and steps closer, body inches from mine. He bends his head a little, and I turn up my face to inhale a pleasant smell. I put my hand over his chest where he flexes his hard muscle, while the Alpha at my back purrs. Why is this one not purring? I tap his chest. “Purr for me.”

He widens his eyes and looks above my head.

“I think you’ve been ordered,” Fever says.

“I accept, Omega.”

“What?”

Terror grips my throat and strokes the side of my neck. I’m unsure if he will strangle me or kiss me, and I’m turned on by the combination of the two. My body buzzes, tiny hot prickles dance over my clit. The smell of…something masculine and sexy stuffs my nose, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I lean against the Hordesman’s chest, my body on fire, my belly feeling like there’s the weight of the world inside it and my womb needs to release it. It feels like I’ll go into heat right this minute. Which can’t be. Last week, I rode out my heat.

Terror’s breath at my cheek makes me grab his arms. I stroke them. Oh my Lord,there’s so much muscle there. I bunch up his sleeves and pull him to me.

At my ear, he says, “When I snap my fingers, you will display your dynamic for me. Yes?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“You’re such a pretty kitten. If you display for me, I will service you in your heat myself. Saythank you, Alpha.”

“Thank you, Alpha.”

“Let’s count to three. One.” More Alphas enter the room. Through a daze, I see three have come and surrounded us. They’re wearing red capes over black attire. Collectors, the males who tend to the Omega population. And I couldn’t care less that five Alphas circle me, because my pussy pulses with her own heartbeat. I lift my knee, and Terror grabs my thigh, pulling me flush against him. “Two,” he whispers. The scent of him overwhelms me, and I protest when the one at my back leaves so that Terror can hold me up. I don’t realize at which point my knees folded, but he’s got me. I lift my other leg, and he chuckles but doesn’t deny me. I wrap both legs around his waist.

“Leave us,” he says, and I barely hear feet shuffling, the door closing.

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