Page 9 of Ensnaring Their Rabbit

My own exhaustion hit me after I was sure Brynn was as relaxed as he could be. He needed all the rest he could get. He had been through so much already, and his battle wasn’t close to being over. My eyes closed on their own accord and I didn’t have the energy to fight it…

My knot started to deflate after twenty minutes, and eventually I was able to slip out. Immediately, Brynn began crying. He was still half asleep, but his body needed to be filled. Riven was ready though, and quickly traded places with me. Riven was completely hard as he climbed into the bed, wrapped his arms around our omega, and slid home.

CHAPTER7

BRYNN

My eyes flutteredopen as one of the twins pushed inside my sore hole.

I must’ve made a noise, because a scratchy beard rubbed against the sensitive skin on my neck as he nipped at it.

“Shh, go back to sleep, sweetheart. I just need to fill you.”

I nodded–all I could manage–and let my eyes drift close again. My heat didn’t feel as strong as before, but it still felt amazing being filled. I was still lost in my pleasure enough to not stress about anything else. Wrapped in those big strong arms, it was easy to forget about the fucking shit show I was in.

The twin, I wasn’t sure which one, kept a slow lazy pace. Both of their ruts had been triggered by my heat, but that seemed to be slowing down, too. I couldn’t decide if that was a good thing though. I may only have a vague idea of what was going on, but this relative peace the three of us had would end once my heat and their ruts were over. I wasn’t ready to deal with what came next.

A hand brushed my face and chapped lips kissed my nose, causing me to smile.

The guards had come into the cell after my first wave was over on that first day, right after the hunt. Fuck that had to be at least two or three days ago. They almost lost their heads when the two alphas freaked the fuck out, but, with tranq guns at the ready they explained how they were only moving us to a rut room. Apparently the pheromones we were letting off were driving all the inmates, and the shifter members of the guard, wild and they were becoming aggressive. We had privacy, mostly, and security. The guards periodically slipped food through a small doorway cut in the bottom of the steel door, but otherwise left us alone. We were under no illusion that they would let us stay here for long, but I guess even the humans realized that it was too dangerous for them to try and break us up midheat. It was their fault anyway. They were the fuckers that kickstarted it early and threw me in here. They probably figured I’d be dead before this point. Same, humans, same.

The twin behind me continued to slowly fuck me, like he was half asleep, while the other had drifted beyond my face and was now sucking on my neck and scenting me heavily. I hadn’t been scented, beyond a cursory sniff at the shelters to make sure I wasn’t on drugs, since I was a child. I had a vague memory of my mom holding me in her lap while she scented me before sending me to bed. But then she left and never came back, and I hadn’t had this much contact with anyone since.

I didn’t know if this was an alpha thing, a wolf thing, or just them, but the two of them couldn’t seem to get enough of scenting me, and each other. Even when they were knot deep inside me. Even when one filled my throat and the other my hole, they were always touching, always scenting. Maybe it was because I still wasn’t totally with it…but I didn’t hate it nearly as much as I expected.

I didn’t hate anything when it came to these two and that was bothering me more than anything. I couldn’t make them out. I expected to be torn to shreds once they let me loose in this place, and it was dangerously close to happening a few times. Then, even after the twins took me and essentially claimed me, I never expected them to be so nice.

Don’t get me wrong, the sex was rough, but you wouldn’t see me complaining about that. They never hurt me, though, even during that. They would clean me up after, and make sure I ate the food we were given first. They’d cuddle and scent me and keep me close. Even though I knew it was ridiculous and we were far from being safe, I felt it. They made me feel safe.

It had to be the heat talking, because Riven and Reeve were fucking dangerous. We were in the most secure alpha prison in the country for Goddess sake. I didn’t know what they did, but you didn’t end up in here for a white collar crime. I literally watched them tear apart more than one person during the hunt, and they were ready to do it again when the guards tried to move us. I saw what those claws and teeth could do, and while they explained during one of the down times that the collars around all our necks would keep us from shifting, I had a feeling they were just as deadly in their human form. Instinctually though, I was sure they wouldn’t hurt me. My instincts were fucked up.

“Mmmm, you smell so good, omega,” the one behind me said. Now that I was a little more awake I was pretty sure it was Riven. Reeve had two wolves tattooed on his neck, and I could sort of see them now that he had travelled a little lower on my body.

“So do you,” I panted, a spurt of precum shooting into Reeve’s mouth as it wrapped around my dick. How many times had I come since this started? I’d lost count.

That was another thing that didn’t make sense. They really did both smell so good. We had been locked in this tiny room for days now. None of us had showered. It should reek. Yeah, it definitely smelled like sex and cum and pheromones and sweat, but underneath all of that was caramel and apples. It reminded me of the street fair my mom used to take me to every fall as a kid before she disappeared. We never had a lot of money, but she always made sure we had enough to buy a caramel apple to share. It was such a pleasant core memory that just smelling it had me back there, lost in the time.

The alphas’ scents were very similar to each other, Reeve’s was a little stronger, his alpha pheromones more intense, but they were so close that I had to work to distinguish between them. Something I didn’t have the energy for as Reeve made me come for the thousandth time, and Riven’s knot expanded inside me. In fact, thinking was becoming too much, and soon I drifted back off.

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When I woke up, my heat was completely over. So were their ruts. All I felt was tired and sore, and the fear I had mostly buried was building back up. What would happen now?

Sensing the change in my emotions, Reeve smiled softly at me. He had one of the dirty rags they left us and was diligently cleaning all the dried cum and slick off of my thighs. It felt oddly relaxing despite the freezing cold water and the rag that had been who knew where before it touched my skin.

“Don’t worry, Brynn, we’ll protect you.”

I blinked at him. “How? And why? My heat is done. Aren’t you done with me?”

Riven, whose lap I was sitting on, growled. “You’re our mate. We’re never letting you go.”

I twisted my head to look back at the twin behind me. His dark brown eyes locked on mine, filled with intensity. It wasn’t the first time they called me their mate. But it was the first time I was coherent enough to question it.

“You keep calling me that. Why?”

Big callused fingers cupped my chin and turned my head back to the front. I couldn’t make out Reeve’s expression. He looked contemplative. There was something about the twins that drew me in. They weren’t good looking in the traditional sense, maybe, but their strong facial features and tanned skin, not to mention that dangerous glint in their dark eyes, made them intriguing. Their dark hair was cut short–prison duh–but I could see strands of gray in between the coarse dark short curls. It made me wonder how old they were. It was hard to tell since I was sure jail didn’t do them any favors in the aging department.

They had been mostly clean shaven the day of the hunt, but after a handful of days locked in here, they both had the beginnings of a decent beard. It worked for them, and I wondered if they preferred it if they were given the choice.

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