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Jennifer

Rough, shadowy fingers wrap around my throat and weave into my hair, forcing my gaze to the mirror. I watch in horror as two sets of eerie eyes stare back at me, menace and lust emanating from them.

They tower over me with shoulders so broad they block out the overhead lights.

Bright purple eyes lower to my level, the creature beside me stooping to press the side of his face against mine. As we stare at our reflections, his smirk widens and he glances at the cat ears before meeting my stare.

“Look at you, little pussycat. Tiny and frail. Terrified and vulnerable. Delicate. We’re going to enjoy breaking you. Fucking you. Knotting you.”

His deep rumble lights an inferno in my core, even as terror and confusion swirl through my mind.

The voice rumbling from his chest sounds so different from the deeper, rockier growl I heard by the bar, but my senses gobble it up like candy and begin an immediate sugar rush through my veins. I hate it.

My body craves more.

I whimper as his hold tightens on my face and hair.

They move as one, yanking me away from the sinks and forcing me onto my knees. I struggle, but my strength can’t compare to theirs as they keep tight grips on my face, hair, and wrists. The grimy tiles bruise my knees as the male with purple eyes kicks my legs apart with his ghostly foot.

“Filthy little omega looks good on her knees, doesn’t she, brother?” he says as he shakes my head by my hair.

“She’s not omega. Not yet.”

My insides clench at the red-eyed monster’s cruel tone.

“We can remedy that,” says the first creature as he releases my face and shifts to stand in front of me with one foot between my knees, pushing my right leg further to the side.

The strain on my shoulders lessens as the other monster separates my wrists, but the relief is short lived. He pulls my arms above my head and captures my wrists in one hand again as he slides his foot between my knees as well, an almost mirror image of his brother’s stance.

They stare down at me, lust shining from their neon orbs. Purple eyes fill me with heat while eerie red irises flood my soul with dread. Shoulder to shoulder, they smirk and grab the humongous shafts jutting from between their legs.

No. This can’t be happening.

The cold wafting up from the dirty bathroom floor highlights how my panties cling to my soaked labia. Too scared to think, I fight and cry through gritted teeth while clamping my eyes shut.

I’m losing my mind. This is just a hallucination. I got roofied or something. I’m going to get up and walk out of the bathroom. Right now.

The red-eyed monster chuckles and pulls my arms higher, forcing me to rise onto my splayed knees. A whimper escapes my throat, coaxing a moan from the purple-eyed monster. He yanks my head back so far my chin almost points toward the ceiling.

“Be a good little whore and open your mouth.”

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