Page 139 of Slick Handling

My face throbs from the pain. It hurts in a way that I can accept. That I know. Some sick part of me wants her to hit me again and again and again. Keep the pain to something that is familiar to me and not the ache on my insides.

Another pain, a slap this time smashes against my cheek. The sting on my skin burns in a way that is separate from my heat. I relish the feeling. Humming as Jennifer lets go of my hair, letting me fall backwards onto the dirty couch again.

“You’ll pay for this. You’re going to pay for all of this.” The threat comes out but I don’t care anymore. Let her threaten me all she wants..

I wish Griffin was here.

Griffin wouldn’t let anyone treat me like this. McKinley would be taking care of me as Apollo and Vaughn found the other two Alpha’s to deal with them.

My pack would help me.

The pack I ran away from.

Why had I been so rash? What did I think was going to come from running from them? Who cares that they were trying to help Marcus? I know how they feel about me. Of course I know.

I had just been greedy. Needy. Wanted more from them. Why had I been so greedy wanting more?

Apollo…

I wish I could scent him. That amber and tea scent of his would calm me down. Ease some of the pain that I’m feeling.

Another whimper comes from my lips as I curl into a ball. There isn’t any blankets or pillows for me to make a nest around me. Nothing to give me any comfort.

How am I going to get out of this?

I’m in and out of sleep.

My dreams morph from craving comfort to nightmares where I’m forced to bond with Pack Weaver. One and off in a hell loop situation.

I startle awake, grabbing at my neck. The feel of a bite there is so real that I rub at it, like that will somehow make the fantasy mark feel better. My fingers checking from grooves of teeth and sighing satisfied that there is nothing.

Blinking, I see that I’m alone.

Faded scents waft around me as I push myself up to stand. My legs shake, feeling like a newborn deer as I take a few steps.

They have untied me, obviously secure about wherever we are enough to give me some freedom from the couch I’ve been on.

Escape.

I have to try and get out of here. My hand is on the door, tugging it open, and seeing there is nothing around. The house is in the middle of a forest.

It’s dark outside, night having settled. Have I been here one day or two?

It has to be at least a day since I was with Griffin working out.

There’s a car, which will do me no good since I don’t have keys or the knowledge of how to drive it. Woods surround the property and I could try and escape through them. Maybe that’s my best chance. If I go to the woods all the scents may throw off their trail.

“What a naughty Omega.” Orion’s hand grabs at my arm making sure I can feel his fingers digging in before yanking me backwards as the door is closed in front of me.

I was so concerned about getting away that I didn’t realize that he had snuck up on me.

His hand slides over my neck, settling against my chest, and locking his hand around my throat there. Instantly my airflow is cut off and I’m wishing I took a deep breath before he touched me.

“I should destroy you.” His words come out in a sneer, “Destroy you for ruining my pack.” There is so much hatred in his voice that I’m surprised by it.

I can’t breathe so responding is out of the question.

He’s flush against my back and I can feel the hardness of his cock pressed into my body. He’s not doing anything overtly sexual and the way he’s holding himself makes me feel like he doesn’t like having a physical response to me.

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