Page 2 of His Prize (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #1)

Before I could fully straighten, someone was directly behind me. I could smell alpha for a heartbeat before a thick, dark hood or bag of some sort was thrown over my head, completely blinding me to everything.

“Gotcha,” a deep, gruff voice growled in my ear.

One arm clamped around my shoulders and chest, and the alpha’s other hand brushed its way down my body, fondling my belly, my hip, and my ass before clamping around my cock and balls.

“Ooh, you’re a pretty one,” the alpha rumbled. “You’ll fetch a high price.”

“No,” I gusted out, figuring I should play my part in the fantasy. “No, let me go!”

I struggled a little, but not much.

“Feisty, too,” the alpha said. “Someone’s going to enjoy breaking you.”

He lifted me off my feet and carried me away from the lockers. The black hood obscured everything just enough to make things disorienting.

“Let me go!” I cried out, kicking and struggling.

I was too short and thin to be much of a burden to the extra-large alpha who had grabbed me. I vaguely recognized his scent, enough to be relatively certain it was Hamish Farrow himself playing the role of alpha thug kidnapper.

We went through some sort of doorway, and I immediately sensed that we weren’t alone. All around me, I heard tight panting, shuffling, and a few plaintive moans.

“Stick him in cage eight,” another voice said.

“Yep,” Hamish answered.

We traveled farther across the room, then I was pushed over the top of a waist-high cage of some sort.

Hamish held me there with his body as he retrieved rope from somewhere and tied my hands and arms together behind my back.

Once that was done, I was wrenched back, then maneuvered into the cage I’d been leaning over.

With a high-pitched creak, the door shut and I was left alone.

“How many are left?” the other voice asked.

“Just five,” Hamish answered.

That tracked. There had been five other omegas in the waiting room when I’d left.

That was it, then. Hamish left, presumably to get the next omega, and I was left alone, bound, and naked in a cage.

The experience started to feel real. I could hear the other omega players in the cages that must have filled the room. The sense of fear and uncertainty was real, too. I was beginning to see that Caden was right about making the experience as authentic as possible for all of us.

Waiting was the first torture we all endured. It took time to process each new omega. Hamish’s dialog was mostly the same each time one of the new omegas was brought in and stuffed in a cage. Some of them protested, but most of us kept quiet, waiting to play.

The only break in the ordinary was one omega somewhere farther down the line from me who was keening and shuffling, and who sounded genuinely distressed.

“What’s with that one?” the other voice asked, his footsteps traveling down the line of cages.

“Nothing,” Hamish answered for the omega. “He’s just gone into heat. That’s why he’s here. He’ll fetch a lot of money for that heat and for suffering it a while.”

“Gotcha,” the other voice said, then added, “We’ll do him first. I can’t wait to see how the alphas go wild for him.”

There was more waiting. I counted until the last of the omegas was brought in and caged. My arms were starting to hurt from being bound, and my breath was hot because of the hood covering my head. But they were all nice touches.

Then they started taking us, one by one, starting with the omega in heat, into the next room for the auction itself. I couldn’t see, obviously, but I could hear snatches of the auction every time they opened the door.

It sounded like there were a lot of alphas in the other room. The rough talking, laughing, and cat-calling each time a new omega was dragged through the door had my skin prickling and my breath catching.

“Our next specimen is this sweet little blond thing,” I heard Caden’s voice, now embodying cruelty and callousness as it sounded through some sort of amplifier. “He might be eighteen, he might not. He’s certainly ripe, though. Look at that sweet hole.”

The door shut, and whatever else Caden said was muted.

My heart pounded against my ribs. It sounded like the actual auction process would be just as humiliating as I wanted it to be. I panted slightly in anticipation of being displayed and prodded, even though I worried that I wasn’t the pretty young thing that the other omega was.

There was no rhyme or reason to how we were taken out for auction. They weren’t taking us by number or going down the row. I didn’t know what to expect until a clack and metallic swing as the door to my cage was opened and a large hand reached in to grab me and drag me out.

“Stand up,” Hamish ordered. “Walk.”

I made it to my feet, and Hamish pushed me forward. The door opened, and the noise from the alphas was suddenly loud in my ears.

“Next up is this piece of trash we picked up off the streets,” Caden’s voice rang all around me. “He’s no spring chicken, but he’s still a luscious bird.”

The alphas laughed.

I was pushed forward even more, and suddenly the hood was yanked off my head.

I caught my breath, my heart beating madly with real fear, as I glanced around quickly.

I was on a small stage in a dark room with reddish lighting.

There were at least fifty alphas, most of them in suits, looking vicious and lust-filled as I was pushed the rest of the way across the stage.

The smell of alpha was so thick in the air that it nearly made me choke.

It also had my cock filling and my hole loosening with need.

“This one is ideally suited for rough play,” Caden went on as Hamish manhandled me to the center of the stage, facing the sea of hungry alphas. “Lean, strong, and feisty, he’ll be fun to break.”

Hamish swung around and stuck two fingers in my mouth, forcing my jaw down.

“Very little gag reflex, even outside of heat,” Caden said. “Some lucky bidder will get a lot of use out of that mouth.”

Hamish pulled me around and shoved me over a black velvet-covered table so that my ass was on display for the muttering, grunting alphas.

“He might be past his prime, but he’s got a juicy ass,” Caden went on. “That hole is just begging for a fist.”

I heard the stretchy snap of Hamish putting on a latex glove before his fingers were at my hole. He shoved one, then two, then three in, prompting my body to naturally make slick to accommodate him.

“Did I mention how juicy he is?” Caden asked.

A lot of the alphas laughed.

“And he’s already hard as iron,” Caden went on.

I was, too. I was naked and bent over on a stage in front of several dozen alphas, having my hole primed so they all could see, and then my cock stroked a few times to extra hardness. I’d never been displayed and used that way before. Not in front of so many alphas.

It was thrilling and humiliating. I hated it and loved it at the same time.

They had taken my hood off so I could see just how many alphas were leering at me, too.

Especially when Hamish pulled me straight again and made me face the crowded room.

He gave my cock a few more strokes, bringing me dangerously close to coming, then slapped my ass hard.

“Let’s start the bidding at a hundred thousand,” Caden called out.

The auction was as fast as lightning. A hundred thousand, two hundred, three.

Several alphas started the bidding, but within a few bids, it had narrowed down to four, then three, then just two.

One was a terrifying, grizzled alpha who looked to be about fifty, and who had a scar on one cheek.

The other looked like a baby, really. He was dressed in a designer suit, though, and looked like some sort of nasty prince who bought and sold omegas like he was doing some candy sale for his high school class.

I focused on the grizzled, older alpha, but to my surprise, the spoiled young prince called out, “One million!” and the rest of the room went quiet.

“One million for this juicy omega?” Caden asked. “That’s all? Any other bidders? You can use this one hard, use him up entirely.”

The rest of the room was silent.

“One million going once, going twice…sold!”

Caden banged his gavel on the podium where he stood. I gaped across the room crowded with alphas at the spoiled prince. Some of the others were thumping him on the back and congratulating him. He grinned cockily.

I’d just been bought by an alpha who looked like he was half my age. What were the organizers thinking?