Page 72 of Into the Fire: After
Brooks made a delighted sound a second before Taryn mimicked him, arching back against his face.
Brea stalked around the others until she stood beside me. Her cunt—clothed, though it still was—even with my mouth. In a lightning-fast movement, she snatched a handful of my hair and tilted my face back, baring my throat before her. Bending at the waist, she murmured directly into my ear.
“You disobey me, and I spread you wide and tie you to the bed.” Her fingers squeezed. “Then Lin and his beta will fill her holes on top of you. And I sit on our face, and the four of us will fuck ourselves over you until we can’t see straight from coming. All the while, you’ll ache, and you’ll beg for someone to touch you, and only when you think you’ll die from wanting it will I relent.”
Honestly, nothing had ever sounded so incredible in my life.
“So. Caine. Am I understood?”
Crystal clear, my queen.
“Yes, Alpha.”
Twenty-nine
Taryn
Hello,andthankyoufor calling Corinth Wainwright’s office on Capitol Hill. How can I help you?
"Hi, my name is Taryn Lennox, and I’m a constituent living in Farendale, Remington State. I’m calling to urge the congressman to voteYESon HB25-17 to de-regulate the Omega Census. Mandatory Registration for omegas is an affront to designation neutrality and should rightfully be abolished. Thank you for your time."
And thank you. Have a great day, ma’am.
Dorianwasaganglymiddle-aged supermarket stocker, who had a cousin who was able to get their hands on anykind of omega supplements you could think of. Heat control, suppressants, pheromone dampeners, the works.
Dorian was supposed to be our Farendale connect before my reluctant Registration, introduced by our last supplier, a stay-at-home mom who never told us her name.
Dorian was fucking useless.
Apparently whatever blind spot Cousin de Dorian had exploited to pinch meds? Fully un-blinded. Which meant Dorian’s supply had completely disappeared basically overnight, which meant I couldn’t connect him to Sheyna to help her unnamed omega in need.
No, he knew of no one else who’d have what I wanted. And no, he didn’t know when he’d be back in the biz.
Which had led me to a private browser and a deep dive on how to accessthe dark net. If Wainwright could use that shit to hunt me like an animal, then I sure as hell could use it to get healthcare to someone who needed it.
Which in turn brought me to the back of the mall parking lot, waiting for a beta to make a drop.
A drug drop.
I was waiting to pick up drugs from a drug drop.
In the name of omega liberation?
Yep. Definitely in the name of omega liberation.
I’d had sense enough to pick an early afternoon meet time, when the sun was high and bright. Moderate traffic bustled in and out at regular intervals. The corner of the lot I’d pinned and sent him to rendezvous was far enough from the hubbub to avoid casual lookie-loos, but near enough for some backup in the absolute worst case scenario.
Though, admittedly,worst case scenariohad never held less meaning to me than it did these days. Just a side effect of surviving a little bit of hell, I supposed.
My hands hid in my jacket pockets. In one, I clutched the personal alarm I’d bought inside the mall an hour ago. In the other, I gripped one of those pointy medal things that, if what it could do to cardboard was any indication, would at least bruise a potential assailant.
“Sylva?”
I turned toward my grandmother’s—ahem,my—name. A lanky male beta approached, light-colored hair buzzed nearly to his pale scalp. Fuck, he looked younger than me.
Thatwas a weird feeling.
Why was I more ooged out by the fact that my buddy-in-crime here looked barely twenty-two than the fact that I was out here, on my own, with my pack none the wiser, buying his wares? I’d expected my stomach to be knotted and writhing with anxiety. I’d expected to feel guilty, even.
