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WHAT HAPPENED?

Breanna

The smell of sex and sweat fills my nose, followed by David and Mitchum’s thick, intense aromas. I can hear grunting and wet slapping sounds, followed quickly by the sensation of a large cock deep inside my pussy. My whole backside is cold, and my ankles are hiked up near my head. It takes me a full minute to realize I’m suspended in the air.

Slowly, I open my eyes, taking in the sight of Mitchum’s big body between my legs. My stockings are gone, and my knees almost look bruised. How did they get that way?

What have they done to me while I’ve been passed out?

I’m so dizzy with both lust and confusion. My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat and my sex drips copious amounts of slick as I’m used for someone else’s pleasure. My body doesn’t care that my mind has completely checked out. It just wants more pleasure. More pain. More cock.

The black swing rocks, making my hair sway with the movement, and I realize that the cock inside me feels different from before. The pressure is insane, edging uncomfortable. It’s horrible and wonderful at the same time.

“Just like that,” David’s voice drifts from somewhere in the room. “Work that knot.”

The rest of my senses slowly return as the pressure inside me doubles. Then triples. Suddenly, every stroke of Mitchum’s cock makes pain and pleasure ricochet throughout my whole body.

“She’s awake.” David sounds excited as he seems to appear out of nowhere. “How do you feel, omega?” he asks, brushing my hair out of my face. It pulls, sticking to something on my neck, and I realize the skin beneath my ear hurts.

Then, all at once, memories of what happened slam into me.

David bit me.

He mated me, claiming me as his own.

My hand flies to my neck, and to my shock, I feel two mating bites. One on each side. My eyes meet Mitchum’s and my worst fear is confirmed when a wicked smile splits his face.

They both mated me.

What does that mean? Am I actually mated to these two strangers? Are they going to keep me? Take me home? Force me to have their children? Is this even legal?

My mind races as I try to remember the contract I signed. There was a clause on mating, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it said. All I cared about was the extra money promised should I get hurt.

How could I be so stupid?

“She looks amazing with your knot lodged inside her,” David says, slipping his hand down Mitchum’s chest. “Let me feel it.” A hand brushes against my abused sex, and a moan leaps from my throat.

I hate how much my body loves being used and abused. I should be enraged at what they’ve done to me. Screaming, fighting, running away. But my body won’t allow it. I’m too desperate to get off again.

“Let’s add to the pressure,” David says, and Mitchum stops pushing his knot into me.

I instantly whine, needing him to move once again. “Please.” I wiggle my hips, trying to get the friction back.

“Calm down, omega.” David reaches between Mitchum’s legs. I can’t see what he’s doing.

Something cold pokes my bottom. It probes my back entrance, before easily popping into my ass. The toy pushes at Mitchum’s cock, making my belly clench.

“Fuck,” Mitchum gasps, letting his head fall back. “That feels unbelievable.”

And it does.

My toes curl and my abs tense.

Do all omegas like being used like this? Or is it just me? It can’t be normal to love this kind of depravity.

“I can feel every fucking inch of her.” Mitchum’s fingers curl into my hips and he pulls my body to him. Sparks fly and I arch my back. Pain sizzles across my skin as something pinches at my nipples. It has to be those clamps.

I hated it when Mitchum put them on me, but, right now, I love the way they feel.

“Look at all that cum pushing around your knot.” David stares between my legs, and Mitchum slams his hips forward. My orgasm is swift, barreling through me like a crashing wave.

My body writhes with the flood of ecstasy pumping through my veins. My thighs shake, and my vision blurs. I instantly feel drunk, my head lolling from one side to the other.

“She’s such a whore for you,” David hums and Mitchum pushes out a happy growl above me as my pussy continues to flutter. “Let me knot her again.”

I force myself to look at Mitchum. I hope he says yes. But the long-haired Alpha doesn’t answer. He simply thrusts harder, his eyes enraged as he stares back at me.

“It’s time.” David leans into Mitchum’s ear, whispering something else.

A shadow seems to cross Mitchum’s face as his pecs and biceps flex. Something like dread pools in my belly.

“What’s wrong?” I ask when Mitchum releases my hips. His hands slip up my sides, over my breasts, to my throat. He circles both hands around my neck, making me hiss. The raw flesh on my throat hurts. “Alpha?”

Mitchum squeezes, making my breath slow and my face flash hot. The excitement coils deep in my belly once again, and I can't help but moan.

“Do you want her on the floor?” David asks, staring intensely at my face. “We could both take her while you do this.”

“No.” Mitchum snaps, and his mighty hands grow tighter and tighter. A little too tight.

I grab his wrists. “St-op.” I struggle to get it out through my restricted airway. My excitement quickly fades, replaced by sharp fear. “Let,” I suck in a wheezing breath, “go.” I try to move, but it’s no use. The swing has me pinned beneath Mitchum's powerful body.

“Put her on the floor,” David says a little louder. “I want to fuck her, too.”

Mitchum ignores his mate, his face scrunching with rage as he completely cuts off my airway. I immediately swing my hands, smacking him in the chest and face. My vision begins to grow fuzzy, and my eyes bulge from the force he’s using. Panicked, I kick out at my restraints, trying like hell to get free. To my shock, one of my feet slips free, and the bulbous plug in my bottom slips out. It hits the carpet with a loud thud.

“Put her on the floor!” David shoves at Mitchum’s chest. The younger Alpha lets out a vicious growl, releasing me.

I cough and choke, sucking in as much air as I can, filling my lungs over and over again.

“You got to pop her cherry and bite her first!” Mitchum yells at his lover. “I get to fucking kill her!”

Shock tears through me, and for a second, I can’t move. Kill me? Did I hear him right? I can only stare, with my mouth hanging open.

“It’s only fair!” David shoves Mitchum again, this time making the younger Alpha stumble away from me. His cock slips free, and a gush of warm fluids pours from my pussy, splattering on the floor. “I’m the one that’s paying for everything!”

Mitchum’s face twists with rage and disgust. “Don’t you act like you don’t have a ton of fucking money to waste.”

David inches closer, pushing into the young Alpha’s space. His fists curl, and I reach for the strap wrapped around my other foot.

Moving quickly, I untangle my body from the swing, then pitch forward, falling face-first onto the rough carpet. Slick and cum cover the floor, making me recoil. But before I can move an inch, there’s a vicious growl and the sound of a fist connecting with someone’s face.

I flinch as punches fly, and then something falls and breaks. I let out a frightened yip, then move when feet stomp right next to me. I crawl to the only place I see to hide. Ducking my head, I tuck myself under the metal table, pushing my clothes and bag out of my way. I should have brought something to protect myself. A gun or a knife. Something!

The medical kit.

I grab my book bag, tugging it to me. My fingers tremble as I fumble with the zipper. “Calm down,” I whisper to myself when tears sting the backs of my eyes. Finally, I grip the zipper, and it slides easily. It only takes me a fraction of a second to get the kit and pop the lid off. I pull both needles out of the medical kit, holding them in one hand like a knife.

I doubt I’ll be able to actually protect myself from two Alphas, but I have to try.

The chaise chair makes a horrible sound as it’s shoved into the far wall. It smacks into the lamp, making it topple over. Thankfully, the bulb doesn’t break, but the shade falls off, casting long streaks of light around the room.

I curl myself into a little ball, gripping the needles tight. The Alphas' feet dance across the room as they beat each other up. Insults and growls stab at my ears, followed by the harsh sound of one of them getting hit over and over and over again. I don’t know who’s winning, and I don’t care. I just want out of here.

Mitchum yells something, but his words are slurred, making it hard for me to understand him.

I sink back into the safety of the shadows, terrified to look and even more scared not to. The pair are standing in the center of the room. The straps from the sex swing sway and jerk.

There’s a muffled gurgling sound, and a fresh waft of blood hits the air.

One of the Alpha’s legs seems to give out, but he doesn’t fall. The other Alpha takes a jerky step back. Silence pounds in my ears, and I hold my breath, waiting for him to flip the table over and snatch me up. But he doesn’t move.

What’s he doing?

Then I see a drop of blood land on his thigh. Then another one. And another.

Blood pours from somewhere. His head? Neck? Chest? I have no idea.

The Alpha sways, then Mitchum falls onto the floor, landing with a deafening whack. I flinch hard, still holding the needles as if my life depended on it.

Blood pools around Mitchum’s body, crawling toward David’s feet. Are they both dead?

Inching forward, I peek up at David first, checking to see if he’s still alive. The older Alpha’s body is twisted up in the swing. One of the leg restraints is tied around his neck, forcing his head at a weird angle. His mask hangs from one ear, and his eyes are wide open as if in shock.

Feeling a little braver, I crawl out from my hiding place, examining Mitchum next. The Alpha’s throat is ripped wide open, showing strings of muscle and broken veins.

I shouldn't be looking at this.

It’s all too horrible.

A chime echoes overhead, and my whole body jerks. I raise needles, ready to defend myself.

A woman’s voice crackles over a speaker, “ Game Night has ended. Please, collect your belongings and check out in the lobby .”

It’s over.

Moving as fast as my aching body will allow, I get dressed, zipping up my red dress and putting on my shoes.

I look down at Mitchum, then at David’s lifeless body. I must be in shock because I don’t really feel anything. No fear or disgust. Not even shame. But I guess I am relieved.

It’s time to go home.

The lighting in the hallway is dim and red, just like the chandelier in the room. I can still hear some people having sex, breathy gasps, and even a few people crying. The chips must be back on though, because there is no more growling or fighting.

The elevator doors ding as they open, revealing a young omega. She looks exhausted with mascara running down her flushed face and her dark hair is poking out in all directions. But she’s not hurt. At least, I don’t think she is..

The omega gives me a small smile, but then her gaze lands on my neck, and her eyes go wide. “Are you okay?” she asks.

I give her a half-hearted shrug, not really sure how to answer that. My neck hurts so bad and my pussy aches. Cum and slick seep out of me with every step I take. It’s disgusting.

The ride is quiet, and I’m thankful when the elevator doors open rather quickly. I step out into the quiet lobby, a little surprised to see only one Alpha checking out. I walk to the front desk, eager to get the hell out of here.

A blonde beta in a gray dress smiles as I approach. Her eyes flicker to my neck, but to her credit, she doesn’t react. I’m sure she’s seen some wild things working here.

“Checking out?” she asks in an overly professional tone.

I nod. “Breanna Clark.” My voice is raspy. My throat is sore from being choked so violently.

The beta’s nails clack against the keyboard, her polite smile never falling. “Here you are, Ms. Clark.” She presses a few buttons. “I see that you have a wound on your neck.” Her voice remains very pleasant as she pulls a blue brochure with white lettering out of a hidden drawer. “Did your date mate you?”

I nod, the movement jerky.

The beta pulls a second brochure out of the drawer. This one is red. “If you decide to file your union with the?—”

“They’re dead,” I blurt out. “Both of them.”

The beta freezes for a moment, staring at me as if too shocked to speak. “Well, then.” Her voice pitches a little high. “That doesn't happen often.” She smiles, but it’s very forced. “In that case.” She places the blue brochure on the counter. “Please check in with this office sometime today to have your injury assessed.” She circles an address on the back. “We will transfer the credits per your contract once a physician sees you.”

I curl my fingers around the brochure. The numb sensation in my chest falls away, replaced by wild excitement.

I’m getting more money.

After everything that happened, the fear and violence, the blood and pain. I’ll not only have enough money to start a brand new life wherever I want, but I have a mating bite. Two of them.

I can do what I want, and be whatever I want. I’m no longer tied to my parents or their awful expectations. Plus, no self-respecting Alpha will want me now that I’m ruined.

I’m free.

But was it worth it?

I think about everything I just endured: The fear and pain. The bruises that will surely form on my hips and neck. The nipple clamps and large metal butt plug forced inside me. My body will never be the same.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” The beta clasps her hands in front of her, patiently waiting for me to answer.

“Yes.” I clear my throat. “Can I sign up again for next year?