Page 66 of The Violence of Love (The Black Market Omega #2)

Autry

I feel like I’m dying.

My heat has never come on like this before—vicious and raw, like someone’s pulling my guts out through my goddamn vagina. Every nerve feels overexposed. Every heartbeat sends a new wave of pain crashing through me.

And I’m scared.

I’m scared that my pack will hate me for forcing them to run. That they’ll regret bringing me or that they’ll all reject me for being a murderer. Deep down, I know these thoughts are stupid, but they won’t let up. They keep forcing their way back into my head.

So instead, I try to focus on the omega rushing around the room.

Charlie looks panicked, grabbing every blanket, every hoodie, every soft thing we’ve managed to bring with us, and tossing it all onto the king-sized bed like he can fix this. Like a pile of clothes will make it better.

But he’s frantic. Too frantic. And the nest is wrong .

“Stop,” I hiss, voice trembling with growing rage and desperation.

He freezes mid-motion, holding one of Rhett’s shirts up like it might protect him.

My instincts snap and I fling myself onto the bed, snatching the blankets and pillows. I begin rearranging everything myself. Shoving. Folding. Nesting. My body knows what it needs even if my brain is drowning in heat-fog.

Charlie drops the shirt, then steps back, holding his hands up. Myrick comes to the doorway, concern etched on his face, but Charlie holds out an arm to stop him.

“She’s not ready for us,” Charlie says quietly, like he’s talking about a wild animal.

And maybe I am.

I know what I must look like—sweat-slicked, eyes glassy, crawling across the bed in nothing but my underwear and a thin undershirt. I can feel how tangled my hair is as my breath comes in short, pained gasps. But I don’t care.

My heat is a living thing inside me now—clawing, burning, demanding. But I can’t find a second of peace until this nest is right. Until every fold, every soft corner feels safe.

My hands tremble as I tuck and pat, adjust and shape. It’s not right. It’s not right.

Nothing is right.

But I keep going anyway, because it’s all I can do.

I don’t hear the door open, or smell them over the burn of my own fever. But I feel them—like gravity shifting, pulling at the raw center within me. Rhett and Oli are here.

Finally.

Charlie’s voice cuts through the haze. “Stay back.” But he’s not talking to me .

Footsteps pause on the floorboards. Then a creak. One of them—Oli—gets too close.

I don’t think. I move.

A snarl rips from my throat and I swipe out, fingers curled like claws. I don’t connect, but it’s close enough that Oli stumbles back, smacking into a nearby wall with a sharp thud .

I barely register it.

Pain tears through me, cramping so deep it makes my legs buckle. I collapse on the mattress, panting, forehead pressed into the soft mess of fabric. Hot tears stream down my face, wetting the blankets beneath me. But my hands keep moving.

Shape. Fold. Tuck. Fix.

It’s not done.

My breath is ragged. Every inhale feels like it slices through my chest. I want so badly to touch my swollen clit and ease some of my pain, but I can’t.

Shape. Fold. Tuck. Fix.

“Autry,” Rhett whispers, low and careful, like he’s talking to something sacred and dangerous. He kneels, but doesn’t cross into the nest. His voice is velvet-soft. “Let me help you.”

I freeze, breath caught.

“You’re in pain, omega,” he murmurs, like it hurts him to say it. “Let me tend to you. Let me take it all away.”

A snarl rips from me, sharp and savage. I whip around to glare at him, baring my teeth. “ No, ” I growl, voice hoarse and cracking. “It’s not ready. You’ll ruin it!”

Rhett doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink. His eyes are calm, steady— present. “Okay, sweetheart,” he says. “I’ll wait.” He stays on his knees. Silent. Still. Watching me with a kind of patience I didn’t think alphas could even have .

My body trembles again, another wave of cramping doubling me over, but I grit my teeth and keep going. Keep working. It has to be perfect .

Then, my body opens, and slick rushes forward.

A vicious cry rips out of me so loud it feels like it splits my chest open. Heat surges up from my belly and wraps around my spine like fire. My skin is too tight. My blood is lava and my thighs are wet.

Too wet.

Slick pours from me—humiliating, overwhelming. It soaks through my underwear, the sheets, everything. I can’t catch my breath. I can’t think. All I can do is burn.

I whimper, forehead pressed into the soft, warm center of the nest. It’s already wet with my fluids. Ruined. I’ve worked so hard to make it perfect, and it’s already starting to feel wrong again. Too hot. Too small. Too empty.

I need?—

“Alpha,” I sob, voice wrecked. “Please.” The word slips out in a high-pitched whine.

Rhett’s body tenses. I don’t see it, but I feel it—like a pulse in the air. “Invite me into your nest, omega.”

“Please,” I mumble as I push my hand into my soaked panties. My middle finger rubs circles around my sensitive slit and almost immediately a shallow orgasm shudders through me. It’s weak, making my pussy clench on nothing. So empty. “I need—I need you—please.”

There’s no hesitation. Not even a breath.

Rhett’s on his feet and completely naked in the blink of an eye.

The mattress dips under his weight as he crawls in slowly, like I’m something wild that might still bite. But I don’t care anymore. I don’t want to bite. I want to cling. To wrap myself around him and let his scent drown out everything else.

Rhett’s hand touches my back, just barely, and I sob again—relief washing over me in a brutal wave.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice low and reverent. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He tugs off my undershirt. The wet material is soaked in sweat and tears, peeling off of me like a second skin. Then he removes my underwear.

The second I’m bare, I scramble into the alpha’s arms, desperate and trembling. My body doesn’t even feel like mine anymore. It’s pure fire, threatening to burn forever.

“Alpha,” I beg, fumbling as I reach for his cock. “Now!”

Rhett pulls me in, and my nostrils flare as I drag in his scent. Rich, sweet, delicious hazelnut fills me. “Hold on,” he commands, then he rolls us so he’s on top of me, crushing me to his chest.

A spasm squeezes my core and my pussy gapes, then pulses. More slick. More heat. More pain.

“I know, baby,” Rhett whispers against my temple as he forces my legs wider. “I’ve got you now.” Then his cock brushes against my wet slit, and I hold my breath.

Inch by beautiful inch, he pushes into me, stretching my pussy around his impossible girth. I make a rough sound as he buries himself deep, then quickly pulls back and thrusts again. Then again.

A shudder tears through me, and for the first time in days, I can breathe.

The cramping unwinds like a pulled thread, unraveling in slow waves. I moan, low and broken, and press my forehead to his chest. I nuzzle him, coating my face in his addictive aroma. Rhett doesn’t speak. He just keeps thrusting, making our bodies slap together with lewd wet sounds.

My vision blurs. My eyes roll back. The pain doesn't vanish, but it softens. Eases. My whole body starts to melt under his weight and heat, and I cling to him as he drives me toward my first satisfying orgasm.

My walls flutter, and my thighs tense.

“Such a good girl,” Rhett whispers, and his lips brush the curve of my neck. It’s barely a whisper of contact—but the moment it happens, the world tilts.

I need to be mated.

It’s fucking painful not to be.

It hurts more than anything I’ve ever known, because it’s written into every piece of me. My instincts scream for it. My heart begs for it. I need what Charlie has.

Fuck, I hate the jealousy and the fear of not belonging. And I can’t tell anymore if it’s the heat or the trauma or just the way I’m built, but I know— I know —that if I’m not mated right now, I’ll die.

“Please,” I lay back, and lift my chin, baring my neck to him. “Please.”

“What do you need, omega?” He nips at me, his sharp teeth scraping over that sensitive spot beneath my ear.

“Bite me,” I beg, then gasp when his cock hits that glorious spot deep inside me. “Bite me.” I moan as my core begins to tighten.

Rhett lifts his head. His eyes are blown out, wild and feral, his hips still battering into my body. “Are you sure?”

His steady question fills me with unimaginable rage. I grip the roots of his short hair hard, then push his face back into my neck. “Bite me!” I demand, wrapping my legs around his hips, and holding him to me. “Bite me!”

A sharp, blinding pain in my neck makes me gasp, then scream.

Rhett’s teeth rip deeper, his jaw clamping tighter to keep me pinned beneath him.

I’m clawing and hitting, trying desperately to escape the horrific pain in my neck and my pussy.

His cock feels huge, bashing against my delicate tissue, then it forces its way into me, popping into place, and everything goes white.

I can’t see.

I can’t breathe.

This is so much worse than I imagined.

I’m still screaming when Rhett works his teeth in deeper, sucking at my blood as he searches for my scent gland. Then I feel it. There’s a faint snap just beneath my skin as his canines find their mark.

And all at once, my body goes numb and my arms fall limp at my sides.

I’m mated.

“My…Myrick.” My words sound slurred. I need my beta. I need his comfort. “My..”

“I’m here.” The bed dips. “I’m right here, Autry.” Cool hands touch my sweaty face. “You’re doing so good, omega. You took your alpha’s knot so well.”

A mixture of pride and confusion grips me and I lift my head, but Rhett grips my hair, forcing my head back down.

“His teeth are still in you, baby,” Myrick says, but I can’t see him. Everything is too bright. “Don’t move.”

I’m breathing hard, and the sensation in my pussy is starting to return. It feels like I have a boulder wedged inside, forcing my hips impossibly wide. In my mind, even my stomach is puffed up, distended from the massive knot trapped inside me.

Myrick says something to me, but his voice is distant now. Hollow.

My thoughts scatter. I try to follow one, but it dissolves before I can catch it, slipping through the cracks in my mind. Then the sound changes—muffled, like I’ve been submerged underwater. Even my own breath sounds far away, distorted and heavy, like someone else is breathing for me.

My vision pulses.

Bright… then dim. Then bright again.

My body is still here—I think—but I can’t feel where it begins or ends. Just heat. A dull throb low in my pussy, and a cool sweat at the base of my spine.

I blink.

Or think I blink.

It’s hard to tell anymore.

And then the edges of my awareness curl inward, blackness blooming slowly, and then I’m gone.