Page 4 of Knot Enough

FOUR

Rath sneered down at a female curled on the cement ground.

Her clothes were torn, and scratches adorned her brown skin.

He swiped to grab her, but I lunged, gripping the back of his neck to pull him back.

His perversions weren’t anything I ever got involved with, but the female trembled, her eyes peeled wide as her chest pumped.

My gaze snagged on her parted lips. Pink, plump, and damp. Would her nipples look the same after I sucked them into my mouth? I clenched my teeth with an audible click and a sharp rumble vibrating in my throat. Her bitter scent filled my nose, stinging.

I squeezed the back of Rath’s neck. The need to keep him in line coursed through my veins. He exhaled, and I rubbed my thumb along my mark on the side of his throat.

I kept my eyes on his. His emotions filtered to me, the anger turning into bitterness. The flood of emotion told me everything I needed to know. Rath had been hiding shit from us, blocking his end of the bond to keep his moves quiet.

“What is this?” I barked, shoving Rath away. He staggered, catching himself with a smooth movement. He smiled so wide, it was almost a baring of teeth. He kept his mouth shut like the asshole he was. I growled warningly. I could force him to spit it out?—

A whimper cut me off. The woman.

I crouched, eyeing the girl.

Dark tresses danced around her heaving shoulders, marred with tangles of thread from a burlap sack. Other than a few nicks and the blooming bruise on her cheekbone, she seemed whole and healthy.

“Before you pass judgment on the situation, hear Rath out, Alpha,” Oak murmured. I slid him a glare, and he pressed his lips into a thin line.

All this fucking ‘hearing others out’ bullshit got on my nerves. I never wanted or planned on being Alpha. Damn you for dying, Lennox .

I grunted and crossed my arms, waiting for the explanation. Oak slipped his hands into his pockets and kept his gaze fixed on his chin. “She’s the one who took Ox and Kim from us.”

My shoulders jerked as if he’d slapped me. Rath’s nostrils flared, and he breathed hard. I could hear the grinding of his teeth.

Took them . . .

The ball in my stomach expanded, a living pain that had been inside me ever since my brother passed.

A pain traveled up my jaw and settled at my temple with a throb. It wasn’t Rath gritting his teeth—it was me. This slip of a girl was the reason for all my torment. The reason I had to take over as Alpha when it was never a desire of mine?

Tears trembled on her long eyelashes, and she wouldn’t stop shaking.

She fucked all of us over.

The Omega bitch should be scared after taking everything from us. Her shoulders twitched, and the quiver moved down until her entire body trembled. She should fear us after what she’d done.

Life as she knew it was over with. She wouldn’t know the luxury of being an Omega. She would only know suffering. She sniffled and pushed to sit up, the chain around her neck clanking with her movement.

The instinct living inside me urged me to help her sit up. Alphas were hardwired to care for omegas, at the very least, not harm them, but it would be easy to ignore the urge now that I knew who she was.

Her breasts pumped up and down, the jiggle of the flesh inciting my body.

Blood spiked to my cock and it thickened within my slacks, causing the material to tighten.

Her gaze dropped to the bulge in my pants, and her throat moved with an audible swallow.

Her big brown eyes flared. With a single stride, I was at her side, my cock heavy in my pants. I needed to fuck.

No, I needed a female. I peered into her face.

Her wet lips parted and her long eyelashes grew damp from the moisture sheening her eyes—and yet her thick thighs clenched.

I rolled my cuffs, baring my forearms. She was the reason everything had fallen apart. She was why Kim and Lennox were gone.

She will be punished for her sins.

Her gaze hadn’t left me, and electricity coated my skin from my packmates behind me.

She cringed further and further into the cell until her spine flattened against the brick wall.

Her chains noisily dragged against the floor.

I allowed her the false sense of safety and strode over to her with slow steps.

Crouching, I plucked at the front of the ripped sweater covering her body.

Her bitter scent spiked and sent a shiver up my spine.

Had my packmates been afraid in their last moments?

She cringed back so quickly she smacked her head against the stone with a wet thud.

I reached forward and hooked my finger into the collar of her shirt.

She flinched. Pitiful, weak thing. She deserved all of this and more.

Her hands slapped against my forearms, fighting against my grip as she panted.

With a twist of my wrist, I tore the rest of the threads using my finger to split the slice in her sweater.

I tore it wider until the shirt and purple bra gaped at her front, clinging from her shoulders.

I ripped through the front, and it wilted open.

She cried out at the graze of my claw against her skin.

A thin red line bloomed where I’d sliced into her skin.

I wasn’t used to the umber color of her brown nipples. Curves made up her body, plush curves that would cradle me in softness . . .

She lifted her arms to her breasts, hiding herself away. I bared my teeth. My cock reacted with a painful twitch. Fucking cunt. How dare she make me want her? I slipped my finger into the waist of her jeans, and with a hard pull, the threads ruptured. She screamed, huddling against the wall.

More of her smooth brown flesh was exposed despite her attempt to hide herself. A tremble coasted over her body, and her eyes flashed with anger and confusion.

This was just the start of everything I would do.

“This is just the beginning,” I whispered.

Her eyes flared wider. I plucked her ankles, stretching them out flat.

She fought, kicked, and writhed, but there was no point.

I managed to pin her bare body under me.

I sat on her thighs, my weight keeping her from kicking or bucking.

I wrapped my hands around her wrists and slammed them down.

Her large breasts heaved, and my cock stiffened.

Her parted lips and breathy pants swelled lust forward.

Fuck this Omega. My attraction was purely biological. Screwing her would satiate this need, but I wouldn’t give in.

I grazed my nails along her bare, rounded belly. Her shoulders jerked, and she stared up at me with a sheen to her eyes.

“Pleas—”

“Silence,” I hissed, stopping her mid-word. As soon as she’d started to speak, the soft plea battered against my anger.

Her lips pressed together, forming a thin line, but she continued to tremble. “Don’t move an inch.”

She blinked up at me with furrowed eyebrows.

This was it. The revenge I hadn’t known I needed—craved.

In a sudden burst, I slammed my palm onto her chest, forcing her to fall to her back.

The chains clinked with her movement as she stretched out fully before me, her body a blank canvas for the blood I would pull free.

A tight whine slipped from her lips, and the sound caused shockwaves to my cock.

She trembled, but did as I ordered and stared still as I poised my nails over her belly.

My index nail pierced flesh. Blood bubbled just below her breast. Then trailed down her ribs as I dragged it down, slashing through skin.

She screamed and jerked, causing my slice to become crooked.

Blood bubbled from the surface of the wound, and her wide, scared gaze peered into mine.

I stopped, staring into the brown hue. Such beautiful eyes had seen the deaths of two people I loved.

I cupped the top of her head, pressing my thumb against the corner of her eye.

“I will gouge it free if you move an inch.” The whites of her eyes became stark, and she stilled, her chest moving in shallow pumps. “Good, bitch.”

With my grip in her hair, I pulled it back until her throat arched to the side. Just a little further, and I could snap her neck.

No. That would be a mercy she didn’t deserve. She must suffer as long as possible for what she’d done.

Returning my claw to the wound, I went to the next letter and sliced my blunt claw into her body.

The whimpers and cries spilling from her lips faded into the background. I hyperfocused on carving into her flesh.

Droplets of blood plunked to the ground at her movement. Seeing it satisfied me, unlike anything else could. She’d fucked my life up, she’d taken from my pack, and now, as Alpha, I would see this through.

She whimpered, the sound small and pitiful.

A vice wrapped around my stomach, and I fought against the instinct to rub my cheek against hers in comfort. This fucked up biological reaction needed to go. Avenging Lennox and Kim was what was important.

Hurting this female wouldn’t bring them back, but I ached to see the agony splashed across her expression.

The way she attempted to hold in the screams caused my cock to swell.

A moan from behind me stopped my move mid-letter, and I turned to find Rath stroking his cock. He circled his fist around the base and dragged it up in a slow glide, lifting cum to the tip.

He enjoyed seeing this whore in pain. I fisted the back of her hair and forced her head up to watch him fuck himself with gliding jerks. Her eyes widened and fastened on his cock as her chest rose sharply.

I sneered down at her and sliced the rest of the letters into her flesh.

Whimpers exploded from her throat in bursts.

She tried to stifle them, but was unsuccessful.

Blood dripped from the tip of my fingers, and I dragged them over her belly and lower.

I lifted off her body, sitting back on the heels of my feet.

She lay panting and still, her wide eyes trained on my every move. I forced open her thighs. Scratch marks lined the outside of her thighs and slashed down.

She tried to slap her legs shut, but I growled and she froze.

I ran my fingers lower until I traveled over the tuft of hair between her legs.

I slipped my bloody digit into her tight depths. Her pussy tightened around my finger like a good whore. I curved it, and she whimpered as I rubbed the wall of her channel. I leaned down, forcing her to keep my gaze.

“Move an inch and I’ll rip you from front to back,” I whispered in her ear. The hair on her arms lifted, and her teeth audibly clicked together. Blood pumped through my veins and directly to my cock.

Her doe eyes welled with tears and her chin trembled . . . but her gaze spat fury, as if words bubbled beneath the tightly pressed lips.

Keeping my digit digging into the wall of her pussy, I rubbed my knuckle against her clit. Her lips parted, and those long eyelashes fluttered. A flush spread on her cheeks and down to her neck, but it was not as red as the blood leaking from her carved belly.

I rolled my knuckle into the bundle of nerves, and she cried out, her eyes squeezing tight. Her whimpers vibrated through me—inflaming a need to punish and pleasure. Her moans grabbed onto my balls and twisted them.

Fuck her. Fuck her existence and everything she’d done.

Fuck her for making me want her .

Oak’s eucalyptus scent filled the space, mingling with Rath’s smokey scent.

With my hand not in her pussy, I gripped her hair and lifted her head, forcing her neck to crane to look at Rath and Oak.

I kept her attention on them, digging my claw into her pussy wall as a reminder to keep her eyes open.

Oak took Rath’s cock in hand and kneeled to put him in his mouth.

Her small pink tongue wet her lips as I forced her to watch Oak get Rath off with quick, sure pumps of his veiny cock.

The bitch trembled, and her breath puffed from her mouth. She enjoyed the view. Her thighs twitched, and I lessened the pressure of my knuckle on her pussy. Keeping it so light so she wouldn’t come. Mesmerized, I watched that small tongue as it swept across her lower lip.

The wet noise of Oak sucking Rath’s cock between his lips caused her eyes to dilate. Rath’s roar bounced off the walls, and the bitch cried out with tears dripping off her chin.

“Please,” she whimpered with crazed eyes.

I released her hair with a shove, and her shoulders hit the ground. Lust cleared from her gaze as her eyebrows furrowed. She blinked a few times as she dragged her knees to her chest to curl on her side. She hugged herself, but no barrier would keep her from her punishment.

Nothing could protect her from me.