Page 10 of Rage

Owen laughed as he flipped me over onto my hands and knees.

“Maybe I’ll make you call me daddy.”

There was no warmup, no precursor: he shoved inside of me, his long, curved cock hitting a spot that had me seeing stars. I moaned as he pumped his hips, hitting that spot each time, sending me into wave after wave of orgasm, my slick flowing out of me.

“Fuck, that smell,” Liam growled. “Need to swallow it all.” He wedged himself underneath me and his mouth was back on my pussy as he lapped at my slick. His tongue must have also been touching the base of Owen’s cock, and the knowledge made me spiral tighter. Between Liam’s tongue on my labia and clit and Owen’s rough, fast thrusts inside of me, I had no choice but to keep coming, the pain-pleasure becoming pleasure-pain.

“No more,” I begged.

“You’ll take more, pretty little slut,” Owen told me. “You’ll take all of it, and then you’ll take all of it again.”

“Such a good girl,” Alec crooned, before purring again, and any protest was silenced by the sound.

I lost track of time after that, as both Liam and Owen worked my body, using me, pleasuring me, cherishing me, punishing me. At some point, Alec decided to it was time to get back in on the action and nudged my mouth open with his cock. He didn’t thrust, just held my head in place, using the vibrations of my moans and cries to get off, filling me with come and encouraging me to swallow it all. I came so much my pussy burned, but it wasnever ending, and neither Alec nor Liam were letting up. For a moment, I fantasized about stabbingthem,if only for a reprieve.

But that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted them. I wantedthis. Lost as I was, separated from my protective walls, the omega inside me forced me to admit the truth. This here was what I wanted. This was right.

This washome.

Owen’s knot thickened, hooking inside my pussy. He fucked me through it, short, sharp thrusts that sent shocks of pain through my body.

“You love that, don’t you?” he growled as he fucked into me, not waiting for an answer. He drowned my cervix in his come, and I was greedy for it. Part of me wanted it to take root, for Alec’s dirty talk about breeding me to become reality.

Who even was I? What had happened to Murderer Emma—0071618? Was I going to have to turn in my vengeful, violent bitch card?

Did I even care?

By the time Owen was finished, I was a limp noodle.

“Her pussy’s stretched out enough for your cock now,” I distantly heard Owen note as he lowered me onto my nest, flipping me over onto my back. Water was lifted to my lips, and despite myself, I drank. I was drained and exhausted, but when Liam grabbed me around my thighs and dragged me down toward him and his waiting cock, I stirred with excitement. Even my weak, fluttering pussy was along for the ride.

“Little omega, are you ready to take me?” he asked.

“Why do you seem so angry at me all the time?” I asked, my verbal filter burned away by all the orgasms. “Why are your eyes so mean?”

He paused, his tight grip on my bare thighs loosening, becoming gentle stroking instead. “I’m not angryatyou, I’m angry that we weren’t there to save you.”

“I didn’t need saving,” I told him.

“I know you don’tneedsaving, but you deserve saving. You deserve protection. We’re your alphas, it’s our duty.”

“You’re not my?—”

“Bullshit,” he barked. “You were born to be our omega, and us, your alphas. It was written in the goddamned stars. Why else do you think you went into a conscious heat?”

“It was medically induced—” I began.

“No, kitten,” Owen said. “If it were medically induced, you’d be mindless right now, terrified but unable to stop your body. You’ve been conscious this whole time. You’re in heatbecausewe’re your alphas, and your body recognizes us.”

Alec leaned down, kissing me softly. His lips on mine were so gentle, I wanted to cry. “Your heart will follow.”

And then Liam was pushing inside me, slowly, inexorably, giving me no quarter, and nowhere to hide.

“Eyes on me, little omega,” he growled, as he filled me with him, with the sensation of fullness, rightness, completeness.

Once he’d bottomed out inside me, he stayed there, holding still, letting me adjust to his huge size. And hewashuge, bigger and more painful and more of a stretch than the others, especially with how swollen my pussy had become from all the fucking and knotting and orgasms. But the pain had become something beautiful. Meaningful.

And then his body was on over mine, skin on skin, sweat on sweat. His hands clasped mine, pushing them against our nest. Surrounded by them, their scents, Alec and Owen’s purring andLiam’s revelatory growls and grunts, I succumbed to their claim, submitting to the omega part of me. And all parts of Emma Bernstein—present and past, vengeful and sweet, broken and hopeful—welcomed her.

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