Page 33 of Omega's Dream (The Hartwell Sisters Saga 4)

“Flash heat.” I gasped and tried to breathe through the cramping. Flash heats were tremors before the true torture began and this one had come on fast—sparked by the daily exposure to alphas whose scents clung to every surface. A fresh wave of convulsions had me curling in on myself. If I didn’t get something inside of me. Or a have someone suck my clit until I feared it would fall off I was in for one hell of a night. In the mirrors overhead, my skin stood out in contrast to the deep red bed linens.

The satin felt rougher than sand against my too sensitive skin. And between my thighs the steady flow of slick from my demanding, needy cunt. I buried my face in the pillows of my cage hoping to block out Puck’s lingering scent, richer than normal. Looking up to find the source, I discovered that, unobserved, the alpha had left his coat over the back of the chair he’d sat in. His heady spice tinged with Oberon’s more peppery overtones—grains of paradise, he’d told me when I’d asked in a moment of curious madness. If I was not careful, I would beg to bury my face in their necks to inhale lungfuls of their scents. Shameless, yet inexplicable shy, I rolled onto my back, opening my mouth and breathing in the air tinged by the two alphas I was most afraid of. In and out, I tortured myself with the tantalising possibility, one too horrible for an omega like me to contemplate, of demanding they mark me. That they find some way to drown out my own minty scent. Squeezing my eyes closed, I tried to bring on the uncanny clarity that pushed away all concerns and forced me to focus on the here and now rather than manifest daydreams that went against my every precept.

My body had other ideas and responded to the brief fantasy with a fresh rush of slick and my clit throbbing in time with my racing heart.

“Sweet goddess!” The rough sounding cry torn from me as I resisted the urge to touch myself. It would do no good. My slim fingers frantically working my clit would never be enough. My betrayer’s thick, long, pierced cock could relieve the emptiness. I mouthed his name, too afraid to give voice to the loss which ached more than my body. I could take a million lovers and I knew, in the moment, none could fill the gaping hole in my chest. He’d been right, damn him. The heart I guarded so jealously belonged to him.

Tears for frustration and heartbreak rolled down my cheeks as I denied myself release. If I was to do this on my own, I knew to wait until I was on the brink of madness before touching myself. Delay, delay, delay until only a glancing touch would set me off. Fight off the cramps, I hunted for the pins and scratched, wickedly sharp, along the meaty thickness of my thigh. I rarely paired pain and pleasure. But desperation demanded I use whatever means necessary to distract myself from the unnatural arousal, which seemed to torture my soul as much as my body.

“For all that is holy!” I screamed a prayer. “Goddess forgive me my sins. Forgive me… please. I have tried. All I want is good for my fellow omegas. What more do you want from me? Did I do wrong to be made an omega? If I have, was not taking Jude enough? My heart is broken. Surely my sins have been punished enough. Dear goddess, do not let me go on like this. I am too weak… please… please… please…”

The chanting plea went on, landing on deaf ears as always. Even in these moments, when I knew the goddess did not exist, I called out to her. Years, years, years with no response yet I could not give up on the hope one day she might answer and deliver me from the hell of the twisted body I was forced by her grace to reside in.

“Sweetness!” A soft feminine voice I recognised broke through my despair. “Oh, my queen. Polly, look at me.”

Blind eyes turned to see Conny a beta I knew, a lover I knew. “You must get out. They cannot find you here,” I warned her. “They will—”

“We brought her.”

The world sharpened to see Oberon standing in the door. Puck stood at his side, eyes mirrored gold, and I let myself look. I fisted my hands in the satin to prevent myself from touching my body, and I let myself look at the handsome alphas.

“Your eyes!” Conny gasped. “Oh, how long have you been left like this that your eyes have gone mirrored gold?”

I turned my face away, shame mixing with arousal. How did I come to this? What had I missed in the careful plans to keep my sister safe that I found myself here? But some deep part of me was relieved my captors were at last seeing me in my truest, most base form. Weak and pathetic. Not some pillar of strength by mindless and slave to instincts I despised.

“Tend to her, Conxita,” Oberon ordered. “You will do as I say. And remember, Polly mine, every glimmer of pleasure she receives are thanks to me.”

Conny’s delicate beta growl told me Oberon had not picked his surrogate well. She’d seen me through these fits before and knew my body as well as I knew hers.

“Conny.” I reached for her. “Please.”

She was a professional and quick to unlace her clothes, dropping the skirts and blouse onto the floor. Her chemise was next, pulling it over her head with no attempt at seduction. My gaze, the gaze of the alphas whose scents were thick with arousal, travelled over her slender body. Her breasts were not large and almost dominated by her taut brown nipples. Nor were her hips wide. There was a lithe beauty to her body.

“I shall unlock the cage.” Oberon’s growl pulled me out of myself. A reminder that he was here when all I wanted was for him and the too perfect Puck to be gone for their scents were too tempting. “Do nothing rash, little bird. We all do this for your own good but this changes nothing.”

I could barely nod and crawled up to the golden bars. I’d never cower in the corner. Not from him or anyone. Even as my body demanded sexual satisfaction, my pride held firm to the reins.

“Are you sure you want the beta? What about our knots?” Puck came up behind Oberon, his hands reaching around the other alpha’s hips to rub at the front of his breeches. My eyes dipped to see Oberon’s hard cock tenting the front of his breeches. “How about it? Do you want cock? We’ve two that are ready to fill that needy omega cunt.”

I couldn’t stop how my body released more slick, or the whimper pulled from my throat.

“Please, no.” I shook my head. Some clarity returning at the thought of them forcing a knot inside of me. “I will never take a knot.”

“Never fear, little bird. We won’t knot you.” Oberon purred, soothing me. “When you are ready, you will take knots and we will give you everything you never knew you needed.”

“Oh, someone let me get to her,” Conny snapped.

Oberon unlocked the door. He and Puck moved away as Conny threw the door back almost violently. Just before her mouth descended on mine, I sent a silent prayer to the goddess that Conny and Sarah could not be more different. Not just their looks but their builds and most importantly the way they made love.

Sarah loved to tease and force her lovers to work for their pleasure.

Conny preferred a far more direct approach where she happily took and gave with equal passion.

“Let me see your pretty tits, Polly,” she murmured into my lips. “I won’t touch you more until I have them in my mouth.” She turned. “Let these alphas see how beautiful you are. Let them see what they cannot have.”

I’d never admit to nerves, but no alpha had seen me naked and my lips pulled back in a snarl. “No.”

“Oh, Polly, please,” she wheedled. “They’ll not touch you. They’ll stay out their, knots throbbing, and all they can do is beg for a taste.”

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