Page 6 of His Reward (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #2)

The alpha handling me jerked me around, turning me this way and that as I trembled with the patina of fear, but mostly with adrenaline and lust. The way the alphas studied me, their eyes revealing every wicked thing they wanted to do to me, their suit trousers almost universally tented in front of them had my legs going weak and slick oozing from my hole.

What would it be like if someone released all those alphas from the invisible restraints holding them back and they all attacked me at once?

That was a fantasy for another day.

“This omega is twenty-five years old and, as you can see, in excellent shape,” Kuhl went on, selling me to the hungry alphas. “Firm muscle tone, beautiful mouth, and above-average flexibility. I’m also told he’s a crier, and that he produces more than the average volume of slick.”

Those things were true. The one who had told him was me. I made no secret of the fact that I tended to cry in my scenes. It was part of the release, and a lot of alpha Doms liked that.

“Let’s show them the prize,” Kuhl went on.

The alpha who still had a firm grip on me manhandled me around to the block, facing away from the alphas, then pushed me forward so I lay across the top with my arms hanging down in front of me.

The alpha pushed my thighs apart and pried my asscheeks open to show what must have been about fifty salivating alphas my slick-wet hole.

I loved it because I hated it. The humiliation was extreme. I was used to being stared at and judged by tens of thousands of people, but lying there naked, draped over a block, while my cock strained in front of me and my hole leaked slick like a fountain was a whole other level of exposed.

“I’ll start the bidding for this delicious hole at five-hundred-thousand,” Kuhl said.

“Six hundred!” one of the alphas shouted.

“Seven-fifty!” another followed.

It went on, alphas bidding a fortune for me as I dripped for them. At one point the bidding flagged a little and the alpha pulled me up and turned me to face forward. I was as hard as iron and tears streamed down my face, along with the spit from the ball-gag. That fired up the bidding again.

I vaguely knew how the auction worked for the alphas.

Boston, the alpha who had been selected as my play partner, would eventually win me, but there were plants in the audience who would create a bidding war to heighten the experience.

I searched the faces of the alphas who kept shouting out higher and higher numbers.

I’d figured out which one Boston was even before he shouted, “Twenty-one million!” He stood fairly close to the stage.

Like the dossier I’d been given said, he was tall and muscular with dark hair.

The information I’d been given beforehand hadn’t mentioned anything about how incredibly hot he was or how he looked like he could crush me with one hand.

“Sold!” Kuhl shouted, banging a gavel on his podium. “Come and collect your prize, Mr. F.”

I swallowed as much as the ball-gag would allow as the alpha handler pushed me to the side of the stage.

There was a small set of stairs I was carried down into a cordoned-off area.

Boston pushed his way through the other alphas, who were already focused on the stage again as the next omega was brought out, and met me and my alpha handler at the end of the cleared section.

“He’s all yours now,” the alpha said as he shoved me toward Boston. “Have fun.”

I drew in a shaky breath through my nose as Boston grabbed my upper arm, then I shuddered from head to toe as his rich, alpha scent filled me. He smelled like raw tobacco before a pipe was lit. He was a good foot taller than me, too, and twice as broad.

He grabbed my jaw with one huge hand and forced my face up so I met his eyes.

Then he smiled with such sadistic joy that my knees nearly buckled and I almost came right there at the side of the auction room.

“Oh, yes,” he said, his voice a deep, sensual caress.

“You’re exactly what I was hoping for. I’m going to get my money’s worth out of you and all the revenge I could ask for.

Revenge? That was exciting. That meant my new alpha owner had a scenario mapped out for the scene. I was eager to play along with it.

I was eager to get the ball-gag out of my mouth and to replace it with the much larger bulge I could see in his trousers when he let my chin go and I dropped my head.

“I’ve got something for you,” Boston said, reaching into his jacket pocket. I heard the light clink of chain before he pulled out what looked like a dog collar with a lead.

Yep. Whoever had done the matching for this event had been spot-on when they’d paired me and Boston up. I could already feel it.

I whimpered and cried around my ball-gag as Boston fastened the humiliating collar around my neck then tugged on the chain to make me walk forward. “I’ve got so much in store for you, pretty little omega,” Boston said as we headed through a door one of the attendants opened for us.

I squinted once we were in the hallway outside the stage room.

It was a bit of a shock to find that it led straight into the lobby of the opulent ski lodge, but since the entire place had been reserved for the auction event, I didn’t think anyone who shouldn’t would see Boston leading me through the public area and up a wide, curved staircase to the second floor.

All the same, the idea that someone might see me, bound and captive, fired my blood.

Boston was silent as he pulled me along to one of the suites at the end of the second-floor hallway then opened the door with a key card. Once we were inside the beautiful suite, he shut the door behind us and locked it like he was making a show of the fact I was trapped with no way out.

“So pretty,” he growled, backing me against the wall and running a hand over my body possessively. “But I doubt you’ll stay pretty for long once I get to work.”

I sobbed around the ball-gag, but the sound was as much from joy as fear. I had the feeling this was going to be a night I wouldn’t ever forget.

“Let’s start by getting rid of this,” Boston said, reaching behind my head to undo the fastenings of the ball-gag, thank God.

As soon as the hard, rubber ball popped wetly out of my mouth I jumped right into character. “Help me,” I moaned. “I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what’s going on. Please, get me out of here. Please!”

Boston grinned slyly at my pleas, then clamped a hand around my throat and pushed my head back against the wall. It was the simplest move, but it demonstrated instantly that he had complete control over me, over my body, even over the air I breathed.

“Cry all you want, boy, but I intend to teach your father a lesson.”

I blinked, suddenly thrown out of the scene for a moment. My father? What did my father have to do with this? Did Boston know my father?

Fuck, it really would be some sort of revenge if word of how I got off made its way back to my father. It would boil his blood to see his golden boy show pony fucked and humiliated by a hulking, sadistic alpha.

Heat like an inferno started to pulse in my core.

It spread fast, radiating from within and causing my hole to leak slick like someone had left the sink on.

Need as gripping as anything I’d ever felt consumed me.

I needed this alpha in front of me to bathe me and fill me with his seed, and I needed it now.

“Please,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. “Oh, God, please!”

Boston narrowed his eyes as he studied me, still in character, but also thinking. His nostrils flared, like he could smell my heat starting, although I wasn’t sure if his brain figured it out yet.

“Please, yes,” he rumbled, taking a step back from me so he could shove me to my knees. “You’re going to start pleasing me right now.”

It was arguably out of character, but I slipped easily into a subby pose, knees apart and back slightly curved as I looked up at him. My chest rose and fell desperately as the desire to give my alpha whatever he wanted, no matter how humiliating, took over every corner of my mind.

I wept even harder when Boston quickly undid his suit trousers and reached in to pull out his enormous cock. My heart stuttered at its size, and at the size of his heavy balls.

“You worship this from now on,” Boston growled, holding the base of his cock with one hand and fisting his other in my hair to yank my head up to where he wanted it. “This is your sole focus and your reason for being. It’s your punishment and your reward. Do you understand?”

As much as I was desperate for that cock, I had a part to play. “No!” I whined and wept. “No, I can’t, I—”

Boston did exactly what I hoped he’d do.

While my mouth was open, he surged forward and pushed his erection past my lips, filling my mouth.

He kept going, filling my throat and silencing any mock protest I might have made.

I looked up at him in fake distress, eyes streaming with real tears, but I was as far from distress as could be.

He growled deep in his throat as he pumped in my mouth, tilting his head back with the pleasure using me gave him.

I moaned as well, sucking and begging for more.

My gag reflex wasn’t anywhere in sight, which was another certain sign of just how perfectly the two of us matched up.

We were so compatible that the second we were alone I’d gone into heat.