Page 138 of Slick Handling

CHAPTER 45

CLOVER

Idream of McKinley making love to me.

I dream of Griffin in the shower, worshipping me between my thighs.

I dream of Vaughn’s cock in my mouth, his eyes looking down on me as he praises me.

I dream of Apollo kissing me as he holds me in his lap.

I dream of being with my pack. Being with the people who have shown me where my home is.

I dream of the happily ever after I ran away from.

I wake up to freezing water splashing me on my face. It soaks from my chest to my hairline and leaves me spluttering, gasping for air as I sit up on the dirty couch that they left me on instead of giving me a room..

What’s happening?

Blinking, I hazily look around wondering what is happening. Where am I-

Oh.

Pack Weaver.

“She’s awake.” A sneer from Jennifer makes me frown. She had dumped water on me last night. Cold water as I shivered in a bathtub upstairs. She had taken me around to look for a bedroom but decided that I deserved the uncomfortable couch instead.

How long had I been out for?

My skin is clammy. It feels uncomfortable and hot. I miss my nest. I miss my pack. I…I’m going into heat.

Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

My heart hammers in my chest. Helpless to the way my body is feeling. It’s worse than the spikes I’ve had before. This has more feelings than before. I’m hotter than I’ve ever been. My stomach has cramps and slick is dampening the panties I’m wearing.

It hurts.

It hurts in places that I haven’t felt before.

A whimper leaves my lips and Jennifer rolls her eyes at me. She’s treating me as if I’m the problem here. It’s not like I’m the one who asked to be abducted by them. My nose scrunches up and I wish I could sneer back. I give it an attempt, but even I’m aware that it falls short.

“Pathetic.” She sniffles, looking down at me, “The Alpha’s had to make a few calls so it’s just you and me, Omega.” She reaches out and I think she’s going to caress my hair like she’s done before.

Instead, she grabs a fistful, yanking me upward so that I’m face to face with her. Her hand tugs harder, my head aches from the way she is tugging my hair at the root. It burns and it makes me want to fight her off.

I’ve grown up by people trying to have power over me. I’ve been in positions like this where my head burns from the way someone touches me.

I’m going to puke.

That’s the only thing I can think of doing as memories fade and the present takes over.

Her scent is all wrong. I’m too hot. The ache is…

“YOU BITCH!” A fist catches me in the nose and mouth.

The coppery taste of blood mixes with the acidic burn of my own vomit, which is now coming from the lilac scent of Jennifer.

She smelled too strong. I couldn’t stop myself.

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