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  “So hot in here,” she mumbled against my shoulder. “What did you give me?”

  “Patience.”

  I got rid of the empty syringe. Now that I had my hands free, I could touch her all over. She was soft and flexible. Her breasts filled my palms perfectly, and her nipples hardened at the slightest brush of my fingers. As I ran my hands down her sides, grabbed her ass and pulled her close, she started moaning softly. She had her eyes closed, and her breath quickened by the second. I traced the purple bruises Rivera’s belt had left on her buttocks, and she whimpered when I raked my nails over them. Pain mixed with pleasure. I knew that was what got her off. I lowered myself down her body, and when my shoulder wasn’t there to support her anymore, she leaned her head against the wall. I knelt on the floor, my face now at the level of the blond curls between her legs. I touched them gently and felt her shiver with need. Her little cunt had already started producing slick, and the intense scent of it made me hungry for her, hungry to taste her, suck her tiny nub in my mouth, and make her scream my name. I grabbed her thighs and held them apart as I buried my nose in the soft hair covering her pussy lips. I should have brought a razor with me, and for a split second, I considered leaving to get one, but then she bucked her hips, trying to get more friction, and the thought slipped my mind. I would have to enjoy her shaved pussy later. I rubbed my nose against her clit, and she moaned. I grinned. So easy.

  “Do you want this, Wisteria?” I whispered, blowing hot air over her soaked folds.

  “I don’t know. You gave me something…”

  She could feel it already – the heat-inducing drug cocktail spreading through her veins, firing up her system. From this moment on, she was going to enjoy every little thing I was going to do to her. She’d ask for more, in fact.

  “Do you want this?” I repeated, my voice low and husky.

  “Y-yes…”

  “Good girl.”

  I pushed my tongue between her folds, and she moaned and shuddered for me deliciously. Her pussy released sweet juices, and I lapped at them eagerly. She had the perfect scent, the perfect taste. It was as if her body had been built for my enjoyment. Nothing it produced would ever be disgusting to me. My tongue dived inside her entrance for more, but remembering that she was still a virgin, I decided to save her cunt for later. I moved up to her clit and attacked it with my tongue, licking, rubbing, drawing it into my mouth, and biting on it lightly until she was a mess, until she was moaning so loudly that if she hadn’t been deep underground, the whole prison would have heard her. I knew that she was close. I pressed my tongue on the hard, abused nub, and she came with a scream, her body shaking as she rode out the orgasm. I licked her until she recoiled, her nub too sensitive to want more of my tongue for the time being.

  I stood up and cupped her face with my hands. She looked into my eyes. Her pupils were dilated, like she was high. Which, technically, she kind of was. Chemically induced heat was no joke. If the scientific research was right, it was more powerful and long-lasting than the real thing. My lovely, murderous Omega was looking at a long, crazy ride.

  “I’ve just induced a heat, Wisteria.” I stroked her head, and she leaned into me. “What do you think about that?”

  “I think…” She swallowed hard. Her lips were parched, so I made a mental note to bring her some water later. She’d also need food if she was going to be my plaything for days to come. “I think… I need you to mate me, Officer Stone.”

  “Oh, you cute little thing. I don’t mate. I fuck.”

  “Then… I need you to fuck me, Officer Stone.”

  I grinned widely. “Not without an audience, mut.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Wisteria

  I’d never felt like this before. Now that my body was slowly succumbing to the drug-induced heat, I vaguely remembered having gone through this various times in the past. But it had never felt so powerful, so sinful and overwhelming. They used to lock me up in a cabin in the woods, away from my pack, so I wouldn’t drive the Alpha crazy. And yes, the Alpha was my own father, and my mother, with the help of a handful of Beta females, was protecting me from him. She used to tell me that she was protecting me from the Alphas of the neighboring packs, as well as from any rogue wolves that might be wandering at our borders, but I knew the truth. She was keeping me away from my own father.

  “Is that why I killed him? Is that why I killed all of them?” But it was useless to ask myself such questions when my brain could only think of cock, and my intuition was still fast asleep. My system didn’t recognize the idea of me killing my own people as a possibility. “After all, look at me,” I thought. “It’s so easy to subdue me. One heat is all it takes to turn me into a slave and fill me up with pups.”

  Officer Stone had left me there – hands cuffed to the wall, slick dripping down my legs. He’d given me an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. It was far from enough. I needed his cock inside me. In fact, I didn’t even care whose cock it was, as long as it filled me up, split me in two, and coated my throbbing pussy with seed. This was torture. If his idea was to shoot heat-inducing drugs in my veins and leave me to cry and beg for someone to ease my lust, then he was a genius torturer. I had to give it to him. A few hours like this, and I would probably be ready to confess to anything. It didn’t even matter if it was true or not.

  My heart jumped when I heard footsteps down the hall. My nostrils flared, and my mouth watered when I smelled Stone’s scent, along with Rivera’s and the warden’s. The door was unlocked, and they stepped inside. I looked at them, a smile growing on my lips. I knew what they were going to do to me, and I wanted it. I wanted it so badly. They’d broken me. I was ready to beg. Now it was going to be interesting to see if they could put me back together.

  Officer Stone looked beyond proud of his masterpiece. He had his arms crossed over his bulky chest, his feet spread apart. Father Rivera was already sporting an impressive erection that his clerical robe could not hide. I wanted to rip that white collar off with my teeth. I wanted to lick his face and sink my hands in his dark blond hair as he thrust his dick deep inside me. I knew what it looked like, now. I knew its length, its girth, and all I could think of was having it buried in me. And Warden Green… Oh, Warden Green…

  He was a sight to behold. Taller and larger than the other two Alphas, he had intense green eyes and long dark hair that fell down his wide shoulders. A soft beard covered his jaw, and a scar ran across his cheek, stopping under his eye. He pretended like he was calm and composed, but I knew better. His eyes darkened when he saw me, naked and exposed, ready to be taken.

  “And you think… this will help,” he said in a low voice.

  “Why not? You gave me free reign, warden. You told me it’s up to me how I go about this.”

  “Fair enough.” He turned to Father Rivera. “What do you think?”

  “I think she doesn’t matter. She’s a murderer in a beautiful body. Why not use the body, since God has blessed her with it? She’s an Omega, so it doesn’t belong to her, anyway. It was built to belong to the Alpha who claims her.”

  Warden Green cocked an eyebrow. Finally, he turned to me.

  “What do you think, Sierra?”

  I dragged in a sharp breath. “I think I’ve never heard a priest talk like this before. But I’m just an Omega. What do I know?”

  “Indeed, what do you know?” Officer Stone stepped closer and tucked my hair behind my ear.

  “I know that I…” I was breathing heavily. What he’d injected me with was strong. My brain was swimming in a lustful fog made of cocks and seed. I wasn’t even embarrassed at my own thoughts.

  “Go on.”

  “I know that I need you. All of you.”

  “Good girl,” he smirked.

  He undid my cuffs and gently took me in his arms. He set me on the floor, on top of the blankets and pillows he’d brought in before, and gave me a bottle of water. I gulped it down gratefully.

  “Do you want to build a nest, Omega?” Warden Green asked me.

  I nodded.

  “Take your time, then. We’ll watch.”

  It was a process and a ritual. Omegas instinctively built nests for themselves and for their Alphas. We usually did it when we were in heat and felt like we needed extra protection and emotional support. A nest was where we felt safe to give ourselves to our mate. Or mates… in this case. Officer Stone had said he never mated, he just fucked. Well, I didn’t believe him. I didn’t believe him because now that I was in heat, the pull I felt toward them was stronger than ever. I wasn’t only drawn to them because they had gorgeous cocks in their pants and I had a pussy that was literally dripping with need, but because I felt connected to them on a level that transcended the physical. I still couldn’t quite remember what they’d done to me the night before, but whatever it was, it had triggered a mate bond. They were either unaware of it, or they were trying to deny it. As I unfolded the blankets and arranged them just right, I promised myself I would make them see it, understand it, accept it. The bond that we all shared. I was theirs, and they were mine. And it wasn’t my damn fault. I’d never wanted this. I didn’t even know them. I had no idea what the warden’s first name was. An Omega couldn’t resist a mate bond, not even one or three that had been triggered unintentionally. And the funny thing was… sometimes for a mate bond to form, physical touch wasn’t even necessary. Humans had love at first sight. Well, werewolves had mating at first sight, even though it was rare.

  The nest was ready. I gave it one last look, fluffed up one of the pillows, then turned to see what the three Alphas thought of it. Officer Stone was crouched on the floor. For the first time, I noticed that he’d left his weapons before entering the cell. Father Rivera had his back to the closed door, and he was standing straight, with his hands tucked behind him, as if it was the only way he could stop himself from jerking off at the sight of my bare, flushed body. Warden Green had his hands deep in his pockets. He was leaning against the wall, and even though the tent in his dress pants was obvious, he pretended like nothing was happening, like he was calm and collected, and this was just a normal day at work. I smiled. The way he denied himself… It was funny, almost. That was… unless his denial hid something deeper, darker, and more unexpected than having a priest cum all over my breasts in the confessional.

  I crawled on top of the blankets, rested my head on one of the pillows, and positioned myself on my side, so I could gaze up at them as I offered myself at their feet.

  “See?” Officer Stone said standing up. “Progress. Last night, she didn’t want to make a nest.”

  “Last night she wasn’t in heat,” Warden Green grumbled.

  Stone rolled his eyes and stalked toward me. He stopped in front of the makeshift bed, unzipped his uniform pants, and took out his cock. Just like that. No foreplay, no nothing. Well, okay. He’d just eaten me out earlier. The head was dark pink, engorged, and huge. Long, thick veins bulged all around the length, and his balls were heavy with seed he needed to spill. He’d held himself back long enough. He wrapped his fingers around the base and squeezed lightly.

  “What do you say, Omega? Do you think you can take it?”

  I bit my lip and nodded. In truth, I had no idea. But I did know that when an Omega was in heat and producing copious amounts of slick, the vagina became more flexible and accommodating. I didn’t know what to do and how, but I was sure my body did.

  “Come here,” he said huskily.

  His pupils were just as dilated as mine. He climbed on top of me fully dressed, and as I opened my legs so he could kneel between them, I clawed at his uniform shirt. I wanted it off. I wanted to touch his chest and dig my nails into his hard muscles. A few buttons popped, and my fingers combed through his dark chest hair.

  “Easy now, mut. This is not the time to go feral on me.”

  Was there a hint of uncertainty in his voice, or was I imagining things? I tipped my head to the side, staring at him with newfound interest. What wasn’t he telling me? He turned to Green and Rivera, and the words that were spoken next confirmed that these men were still hiding things from me.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t have all left our weapons outside.”

  The warden huffed. “Do you think she’ll fight back? Look at her.”

  “In this state, she won’t, but what if the thing inside her does?”

  “Let it come out,” the warden growled, his eyes sparkling with thirst. For sex, for revenge? I couldn’t tell.

  Officer Stone shrugged and turned back to me. He looked deep into my eyes.

  “At least, if I die, I’ll die inside the finest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

  I blushed deeply, and the thread inside my chest that spoke of our bond vibrated warmly. Even if he saw me just as a body to empty his balls in, at least he saw me. I wasn’t invisible to him. As he stared into my eyes, I knew that then and there, I had him. He was completely wrapped up in me, and he wasn’t going to back down now. The head of his cock was at my entrance, pushing lightly. I hooked my legs around his waist and pressed my heels into the back of his thighs. I arched my back, and he slipped the tip inside me. When he stopped again, I lifted myself off the floor and whispered against his lips: “Please.” His eyes shifted to my mouth, and it was then that I realized he’d touched me in so many ways, but he’d never kissed me. I wondered whether this was going to be the moment when his lips met mine, but then he pushed the rest of his length inside me, and I fell back on the blankets, lost in the sensation.

  He pulled out and thrust again. My pussy stretched to its limit, eager to receive all of him. The feeling of being filled to the brim was out of this world. My eyes rolled in my head as he fucked me slowly, watching me as I shuddered and writhed under him. He took his time, burying his cock inside me, pulling it out until only the tip was in, then thrusting deeper than before. His shaft filled and rubbed every inch of my hot, dripping passage. I was producing so much slick that it soon coated his cock. As he drove it in and out of me, it glowed in the little light that came through the small space under the door. My arms dropped at my sides. Everything that I felt was too much for me to bear. His every thrust served to build more tension in my core, and I was sure I was going to burst soon. My lips were parted, moans and pleas escaping me. I didn’t even know what I was saying. Something along the lines of: “Please, faster, fuck, harder, please, yes, yes, there…” I wasn’t making much sense. At some point, he started moving faster, and he grabbed me by the jaw and turned my head to look at Father Rivera and Warden Green as he fucked me. He was grunting above me, increasing the pace, his hips slamming against mine mercilessly. Now I couldn’t look away from the other two Alphas. Father Rivera, unable to fight the temptation anymore, had taken his cock out, and he was pumping it fiercely, like he’d done in the chapel hours before. Warden Green was as impassive as ever. Or at least, he liked to pretend he was. Beads of sweat covered his forehead and temples, and I noticed his hands were squeezed into fists as he stubbornly kept his arms crossed over his chest. He was breathing faster, too.

  “Oh fuck,” Stone growled. “Oh fuck… The best cunt I’ve ever deflowered.”

  So, deflowering women was his hobby, eh?

  He came deep inside me, holding me in place as he filled me with his seed. When I felt his knot swelling, locking us in place, my eyes widened, and I came with a strangled scream. His knot swelled some more, and he let himself fall on top of me. His mouth found my earlobe, and he pulled at it with his teeth. I came again, this time tears bursting out of my eyes. My third orgasm for the night was almost painful. He relaxed on top of me. We were linked now, and until his knot subsided, there was no way we could be separated.

  “Fuck, Alaric,” I heard Father Rivera curse. “Couldn’t you have taken her from behind? I could have fucked her mouth while you have her knotted.”

  Officer Stone laughed, and my body absorbed every vibration that started in his chest. “Patience. Isn’t it one of the virtues, or whatever? You’ll get your turn.”

  “Fuck.”

  He stopped robbing his cock. He walked over to us, knelt before me, and wiped the sweat off my brow.

  “Are you ready to confess, Wisteria?”

  “That’s not my name,” I barely managed to whisper. But I was lying to myself, wasn’t I? I wanted them to call me Wisteria instead of Sierra. They had chosen it for me. Well, Officer Stone had. And now I was whatever they wanted me to be.

  “Confess,” he said in a darker tone.

  I shook my head. “I can’t remember anything.” I paused for a second, as flashes from this very cell flooded my mind. “I do remember…”

  “What?”

  “I remember you, and him…” I nodded toward Stone. “And him,” I tipped my chin toward the warden. “Last night. You… you beat me.”

  Father Rivera grinned wickedly. “I didn’t beat you, Omega. I only applied a much-needed correction. You were pretending to be mute, when we all knew you’re not.”

  “But I was mute… Last night. I was… in shock. I couldn’t speak. I wanted to, but I couldn’t, and you punished me for it.”

  He shrugged. “Life’s not fair. What are you going to do about it? We’d been given a task, so we were trying to carry it out to the best of our ability.”

  “You spanked me with your leather belt,” I insisted. Not because I cared right now, but because it felt nice to finally remember something. “And Officer Stone… he… he…” I blushed deeply, which was stupid, since his dick was deep inside me, holding his seed in, his knot making sure it had the best chance to impregnate me. Of course we hadn’t used protection… Using protection was considered blasphemy in the werewolf community, especially when it came to Omegas. Beta females were free to use it, but the whole point of fucking an Omega was to impregnate her. “He held me down and shoved his fingers…”