Page 33 of The Violence of Love (The Black Market Omega #2)

“Wow.” Autry lifts her head, but it wobbles like it weighs too much for her to hold up.

I can’t help but smile at how beautifully wrecked she looks. Her hair’s a wild, tangled mess, lips swollen from all her biting, and soft tears glisten at the corners of her eyes. They trace a delicate path down her flushed cheeks.

“Rhett,” Myrick whispers, his voice soft, almost pleading.

His eyes flick anxiously between me and Autry, wide with concern.

“I need to clean her up.” He sounds worried I’ll be upset, but his desire is a natural one for pack betas.

Where alphas are driven to claim and protect, betas are wired to nurture.

To keep their omegas warm, safe, and cared for.

And Myrick, even with all his worry and fears, is made for this .

“I’ll carry her to the bathroom for you.”

Glancing down her body, I watch excitedly as I lift up. Autry’s face scrunches up with pain as I drag my cock from her body. Slick and cum, white and wet, streams from her abused hole. And then blood. It’s a trickle at first, but then it grows.

“What’s wrong?” Myrick sees the fear on my face. “Oh.” His mouth falls open with shock as we both watch the blood continue to flow.

“Alpha?” Autry lifts her head, looking down her body. Her eyes go wide, then she jerks and moves, snapping her legs shut. “Why is there so much blood?” Her voice is small. Scared.

“It’s okay,” I say. “It’s normal for omegas to bleed the first time they lay with an alpha.” While that statement is true, I’m pretty sure this is too much blood.

“I can get Charlie,” Myrick says, his voice tight with panic.

“What?” Autry squeaks. “No!” Her eyes are wide, obviously not wanting him to see her freshly fucked.

“He’s a certified omega…something.” Myrick shakes his head, frustrated. “He can tell us if this is bad or normal.”

“But it doesn’t hurt.” Autry’s voice rises, pleading.

My eyes drop to the trickle of red still slipping from her abused sex. There’s no way she’s not in pain. “Autry.” I give her a stern look, and she drops her gaze.

“It hurts a little,” she mumbles as she sits, pulling her knees to her chest. She looks embarrassed, like she doesn't want Charlie to see her like this. But I don’t give a shit. She’s hurt, and it’s my fault.

“Go get him,” I tell Myrick. The beta immediately jumps out of bed, grabbing his pajama pants off the floor as he races out the door. Dolly jumps up and barks, running after the beta.

“I really don’t want Charlie here,” Autry whines, like she’s on the verge of crying.

“Do you want Charlie to be a member of this pack?” I grip her shoulders, forcing her to look deep into my eyes. “Do you want him?” I force a bit of alpha into the question, not allowing her to ignore it.

“Yes.” Her chin quivers like she’s scared of the answer. “I do.”

“Then he’s going to see you like this,” I say bluntly.

“He’s going to fuck you, watch you get fucked, and tend to you during your heats.

” Something electric stirs in my chest at the thought of the young beta touching Autry.

Him kissing her. Feeling her. Fucking her.

Then me fucking him . I jerk at the grossly inappropriate thought, then quickly try to refocus my mind.

“It’s Charlie’s job as our beta,” I snap, much harsher than I intend.

Autry nods as she drops her gaze once again. I can’t tell if she’s upset by what I said or still spiraling at the situation.

“What’s wrong?” Charlie runs into the room at full speed, with Myrick right on his heels.

He’s in a pair of boxers and nothing else, his soft, smooth chest on full display.

“Aut—” Charlie freezes in his tracks as he takes in Autry’s naked form.

She still curled up on herself, hugging her knees, but her big tits spill out at the sides, and her blood-streaked pussy is easily visible between her legs.

“She’s bleeding a lot.” I crawl off the bed, standing next to Myrick.

Charlie’s dark eyes fall to my bobbing cock. It’s still wet with slick and streaks of blood. His face burns bright red as he forces his gaze back to Autry.

“Okay.” He nods once. “What happened? ”

Charlie sits on the edge of the bed, but his tone is different. Professional.

“We were…” Autry trails off, hiding her face in her hands.

“I fucked her,” I bark. I need to calm down, but I’m too amped. Scared. What if I broke her?

"Okay," Charlie says with a steady nod, slipping into his calm, almost clinical tone. "Autry, can you lie back for me?"

Moving slowly, Autry shimmies back down the bed, her legs still pressed tightly together. Her cheeks are flushed, and she can’t quite meet anyone’s eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” Charlie says gently, his voice low and steady. He rests a comforting hand above her knee. “Can you spread your legs?” He offers a sympathetic smile. “I promise I’ll be quick.”

Autry nods once, biting her lip, then she turns her head away and stares at the wall. Embarrassment radiates off her in waves as she slowly parts her thighs. Her pained expression twists something deep in my chest.

Charlie moves with the calm focus of someone who’s done this a hundred times, his expression soft but clinical. “I don’t have gloves,” he mutters under his breath, clearly frustrated with himself.

“Do what you have to!” I bark, and Charlie flinches. “You don’t need gloves,” I add quickly, guilt blooming in my gut. “Just… hurry.”

“It’s okay, alpha,” Myrick murmurs as he moves to me. He presses close, slipping his arms around my waist. “Charlie knows what he’s doing. He’ll take care of her.”

I nod, jaw tight, and watch as Charlie slips two fingers deep inside my omega, then carefully presses on her abdomen.

He seems so focused and careful, but it doesn’t stop a possessive growl from ripping from my throat.

Autry winces at the sound but doesn’t say anything.

I hate seeing her like this—vulnerable, in pain, because of me.

And all I can do now is stand here and fucking wait.

“Okay.” Charlie gently pulls his hand from her body.

He looks up at me with a soft, reassuring smile.

“She’s okay.” Then he turns to Autry, who’s finally meeting his gaze.

“Your secondary hymen was just a little thicker than average. I can feel the tear. But the bleeding is already slowing down.” He motions to the messy sheets.

“I know it looks like a lot of blood, but it really isn’t. ”

Relief floods me, but it doesn’t erase the guilt twisting in my gut. I did this to her.

Charlie stands, then points to the bathroom with his bloody fingers. “Mind if I wash up?”

“Oh—yes! Of course,” Myrick jumps into action, hurrying to open the door for him.

“Rhett?” Autry’s voice is quiet, and when I glance down, she’s sitting up, reaching for me.

I’m beside her in a second, cradling her carefully in my arms. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper, the words catching in my throat. “I never meant to hurt you.”

She lets out a soft laugh and nuzzles her cheek against my chest. “I told you—I’m fine.”

I press a kiss to the top of her head, holding her a little tighter.

Charlie returns a moment later, drying his hands on a towel. “She’ll be fine,” he says, confident and calm. “Maybe…wait a day or two before trying again, yeah?”

Autry presses her face against my shoulder. I can feel her smile against my skin. And even though my guilt still lingers, it’s softened now.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” Charlie says, giving me a little bow of his head. His dark hair falls into his eyes, soft and messy, and for a moment, I can’t look away. He’s very handsome.

I’ve noticed his boyish charm, but I haven’t allowed myself to fully admire him. He’s short with a slender build and bashful smile. But he’s also sexy.

“Good night.” Charlie gives Autry a little half-wave before stepping out of the room.

I watch and listen as he walks down the hall, gratitude swelling in my chest. When he leaves, a swirl of his warm, buttery scent dances around me, settling the last of my nerves.

Thank god he was here.