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  When Water was satisfied with my hair, he dropped the towel to the side of us, brushing the still damp locks over to the side with one hand as his other unbuckled his belt. The familiar rattle had more slick coating my pussy as Grass leaned over my back and ran his lips across my skin.

  Shivering for a whole new reason, I opened my mouth, tongue darting out to wet my lips as Water held his stiff cock before my face. Tipping my head back with his grip in my hair, he pulled me forward until my mouth engulfed the head of his cock, stretching my jaw wide as I swallowed reflexively.

  Pressing farther down my sore throat, he slowly thrust into my mouth as I felt Grass run a hand over my ass, gripping the cheek before dipping his hand between my legs. He groaned, nipping at the skin of my back as he sunk three fingers into my wet channel before drawing them up to circle my back hole.

  I whimpered at the sensation and Water began to move faster, pressing deeper into my mouth before Grass pulled me back.

  "Remember what happened earlier. We don't want to damage her more," he said as Water let out a rough growl.

  Grumbling, Water let go of my hair, allowing Grass to turn me around to face him. Sliding his hands over my ass, he gripped the backs of my thighs and lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist as I felt Water press himself to my back. I wasn't sure whose cock pressed against my core until Water jerked forward, burying himself in me in one thrust.

  Letting out a moan, I leaned forward and pressed my head to Grass's shoulder, darting out my tongue to taste his skin where his scent was the strongest. Bouncing me on his cock a couple times, I let out a squawk of surprise when Water pulled out until I felt the blunt head press against my back hole.

  Pulling me back firmly against him, he slowly stretched me open until his head popped through the tight ring of muscle. Stopping, he adjusted his grip on me as Grass moved to press himself into my now empty pussy.

  Once Grass had seated himself to the base in my cunt, Water pressed forward once again, moans tearing from my throat as I was stretched around both of them. Moving together, they lifted and lowered me on their shafts, the sensation a combination of unbearable fullness and exquisite pressure.

  Their pace increased as they began to pull me down harder, thrusting up as the hands on my shoulders and hips pulled me down. I felt like I was being split in half even before their knots began to swell.

  Losing their rhythm as each chased his own release, they began to alternate thrusts until Grass's knot fully inflated, locking him in my core as Water continued to thrust. Burning heat filled me, painting my insides with Grass's seed while my ass continued to be pummeled. Keeping his growing knot outside of me, Water was able to continue his bruising pace until one of them slipped their fingers between the stretched lips of my pussy.

  When the fingers clamped over my clit, gripping it with short jerky movements, my pussy contracted and I let out a scream, my orgasm rushing through my body as Water roared and slammed into my ass, forcing his knot inside as I milked the cocks now trapped in my body.

  Trembling from head to toe, my legs twitched in the air as my vision went white before fading back to my usual darkness. Falling limp between them, I wasn't aware of what happened between the time I orgasmed and when Grass's cock finally slipped free of my pussy with a rush of sticky fluid, followed closely by Water's.

  Grass cradled me to his chest as I tried to squirm away, Water retrieving the towel and wiping my legs. The last thing I remembered was being placed on the softest thing I had ever felt before I completely lost consciousness.

  A Taste

  "Is she doing okay?"

  "Seems to be. It hasn't really been long enough to tell if this will make a difference. How's your cock?"

  The last part was said with a laugh followed by a rough growl as the voices moved away from my cell. In the fog of sleep still clinging to my brain, I thought Pine had been the one asking about me, but that couldn't be.

  In the following silence, I drifted back to sleep until the sound of the lock opening jolted me awake. Scrambling off of the blanket I had been sleeping on, I rushed to the end of my chain, eyes glued to the floor as my chest heaved in panic. I hoped I was far enough from it to keep whoever was coming in from taking it away or ruining it like the last one.

  Peeking up when I heard grunts followed by a curse, I saw someone trying to carry a tray through the heavy door without spilling it. It was always hard to tell who was coming in with the light behind them, but I was fairly certain it was the one who smelled of water.

  The cell door swung closed behind him once he made his way through it, long fingers wrapped around the handles of the wooden tray he carried. Unable to help the curiosity, I stretched my neck up, trying to see what was on it, but all I could see were indistinguishable lumps.

  Ducking my head as he moved closer, I had a good view of the contents when he sat the tray on the ground before me. Stomach instantly growling as the scent of food hit my nose, I tried my best to keep still and not strain towards it, but my body trembled with the effort.

  "I expect all of that to be gone when I come back," Water's voice came from above me.

  Startled, my eyes jerked up to see him opening the cell door and leaving. It took a moment before it sunk in that the food was for me and he expected me to eat it all. Unsure how long he was going to give me to eat, I pulled the tray closer and grabbed the first thing I saw. A roll twice the size of my fist.

  Tears sprung to my eyes as my teeth sunk into the bread. I had never known it could be so soft. The bread I had eaten throughout my life had either been burnt ends people were tossing out, or stale pieces that were as hard as wood. This roll had a crispy exterior that flaked when I bit into it, and the center was soft and still warm.

  Forcing the bread past the lump in my throat, I noticed the pitcher of water sitting beside a cup on the corner of the tray. Not bothering with the cup, I lifted the pitcher and drank directly from it, the water warmer than the cell, but still wonderfully cool to my throat. Coughing a little, I sat the pitcher down before reaching for the next thing on the tray.

  Unsure what I had grabbed, I held it closer to my face, trying to see the slightly triangular shaped lump. Catching a hint of red from the light shining through the window on my door, I sniffed at the small thing, unsure if I was supposed to eat it whole or if I was supposed to remove the rough exterior. The slightly sweet scent made me think it was probably some kind of fruit, but since I had never had any, I had no idea what it was.

  Gripping the small leaves on the wider side, I carefully nibbled off the tip on the opposite end. Slightly tart but still sweet, the flesh was easy to chew, so I took a larger bite. A groan of pleasure slipped past my lips as the sweet juice flooded my mouth, and I quickly popped the rest of it into my mouth, leaves and all.

  Grabbing the rest of the red fruit from the tray, I devoured all of them in a matter of seconds, juice dribbling out of the corners of my mouth and down my neck. Hastily wiping my face with the back of my hand, I reached for the next thing on the tray. A small, slightly squishy block met my fingers.

  Less cautious now, I took a bite off the corner, surprised at the strong flavor from what I thought was cheese. I had only ever had small bits before, but none had ever tasted like this one. Beginning to feel full, I still forced myself to finish the block as I heard footsteps coming down the hall outside.

  I scuttled back from the tray as the door opened, once again flooding my little world with light. Staring at the food I hadn't gotten to, I remembered he had said he expected it to be gone when he returned, and I began to whimper as Water stalked over to me.

  Stomach churning, bile began to rise in the back of my throat, threatening to force out the food I had crammed into it as tears began to spill from my eyes. Trembling, I pressed back into the wall as Water stepped over the tray and knelt before me.

  "Shhh, it's fine. There's no need to cry," Water said, voice a low rumble. "You did good."

  Hearing him scent
the air between us, my body trembled for a different reason as he let out a groan that morphed into a growl.

  "You smell so sweet."

  Arms reached for me, pulling me to the hard warmth of his chest as he buried his nose into my hair. Groaning again, I jumped when I felt his tongue lick along the crease between my neck and shoulder. Tangling his fingers in my hair, he tipped my head back as he licked down to the hollow at the base of my throat before lifting his mouth to cover mine.

  Tongue thrusting into my mouth when it parted on a gasp, I was frozen in his arms as he tasted my lips and suckled on my tongue.

  "Taste so fucking good too," he growled once his lips left mine.

  I was gasping for air, unsure what to do in a situation where I wasn't being used to simply slack their lust. Going limp so he could do what he wanted to me, Water let my body lean away from him, lips capturing my nipple as it was thrust into his face when my back bowed over his arm.

  Sucking in a startled gasp of air at the sensations of his hot mouth on my skin, I leaned back more, pushing my breast into his face as his hand came up to cup the other, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

  Moaning, I rocked my hips forward, searching for friction.

  "I need to taste all of you," he said, laying me down on the concrete below us as his lips slid down my stomach to the curls between my legs.

  Feelings

  Back bowing off the ground, I gasped in shock as his tongue swiped along my lower lips, and I attempted to clench my legs closed. None of them had ever done that before, and while it felt shockingly good, it also seemed dirty and wrong.

  Growling, Water wrapped his arms under my thighs, gripping the top of them and pulling my legs apart so he could continue what he was doing. Gasping and writhing, I had no choice but to submit to the invasion of his tongue into my channel, lapping up the slick pouring from me at his call. The first time he flicked it over my clit, a lewd moan slipped from my lips as I saw stars.

  Fingers running over the short hair on his head, I gripped him, attempting to pull him closer to my core. I no longer cared how wrong it seemed, it felt too good. Delirious with pleasure, I ground my pussy against his face, my orgasm quickly rising.

  Skin tingling as my muscles began to clench, I was right on the edge when Water pulled back, leaving nothing but cold air where his hot tongue had been only seconds before. Whining at the loss as his head slipped easily away from my hands, my eyes snapped open in the dark to search for his. Finding nothing but shadows, I let out a sob of frustration as my orgasm ebbed, trickling away at the loss of friction.

  Chuckling roughly, Water leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine once again. The wetness coating his lips and chin sent a rush of heat to flood my cheeks in embarrassment. When I tried to keep my lips clenched shut, his hand wrapped under my jaw, fingers digging in to force my mouth open. Plunging his tongue into my mouth, I could taste the tang of my own slick. Not as gross as I had expected it to be, I slowly relaxed under him, attempting to follow my instincts and return the kiss though I had never done it before.

  Feeling his body press down against me, pinning me to the concrete, I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to grind my mound against the bulge in his pants. Growling against my lips, Water pulled his hips back, sliding a hand down my side until he reached the top of his jeans, undoing them and letting his cock free.

  I moaned as the silky warmth of his shaft rubbed between my lower lips, bumping against my clit and causing my hips to buck in search of more friction.

  "Please," I whispered, head thrashing as my core pulsed in need.

  I had never been taken like this. Never had an Alpha lavish attention on my body seeking to please me as much as they did themselves. My orgasms were always for them, to make my core clutch and milk their cocks in a way that wouldn't otherwise happen. None had ever really cared if I enjoyed what they did.

  Pushing the confusing thoughts away, I focused on the sensations flooding my body as he lined his tip up with my entrance, pausing before he slowly began to enter me.

  Stopping once his head was seated inside my core, his voice rumbled against my ear. "I want you to beg me, omega. Beg for my cock. Tell me you want it."

  Lost in the haze of lust he had built in me, I didn't even think of resisting. Incoherent words spilled from my lips as my heels pressed into the back of his thighs, urging him to continue his invasion. Sobs began to break between my words as he continued to refuse to move.

  "Please, please fuck me. I want your cock. Please!"

  With a harsh growl, Water bit into my shoulder, arms wrapped under my back to hold me in place as he thrust violently into my channel, hilting himself to the base as I let out a scream. Not giving me a chance to adjust, he continued to slam into me, his cock hitting my cervix with each brutal thrust of his hips.

  Skin slapping noisily, sweat built up across my body as my orgasm came barreling back towards me. Muscles drew taught and began to tremble as the sweet pain pushed me towards the edge of oblivion.

  When his knot swelled and locked behind my pelvic bone, I finally felt the tension release, a wave of chills swamping my body as I went limp in the Alpha's arms. Light bursting behind my eyelids, Water released my flesh and roared as his hot cum painted my womb, cock pulsing inside me.

  I don't know how long we lay like that, lost in sensation. Eventually, Water adjusted himself and lay me on the concrete again, elbows beside my shoulders as he rested over me, occasionally pulling back to test if his knot would slip free. It didn't take long before he pulled, holding my hips in place and forcing himself to pop out with a grunt and a gush of fluids that left me burning and sore.

  Standing without saying a word, Water fastened his pants and left, leaving me laying on the concrete in a cooling pool of slick mixed with his cum. Confused, I rolled onto my side, pulling my knees up to my chest as I fought back the wave of tears that threated to spill. This time had seemed so different, so much more intense, yet he became silent and distant again as soon as he got what he wanted, leaving me alone in the freezing darkness.

  Muffling my whimpers in my arm, I felt something warm tickling across my neck. Raising my hand to rub it across the skin, thinking it was just a stray piece of hair, my fingers came away sticky.

  Gasping, I jolted upright, hand stretched out to the thin beam of light that shone into my world. The sight of red glistening against the pale backdrop of my skin felt like a kick to the ribs, and not knowing what else to do, I screamed.

  Fighting

  "Why the fuck did you bite her?"

  The roar came from the hallway outside my cell. When I screamed, all four of the Alphas had come running, slamming open my cell door like they expected to face a horde of others trying to steal me.

  Cinnamon was the first to notice the hand I was holding out covered in blood.

  Once Pine looked at my hand and scented the air, he had grabbed Water by the throat and dragged him out the door, both Alphas growling and snarling. Cinnamon had sent Grass to get supplies to take care of my neck as he pulled me into his lap.

  With the door wide open, the light reflected off the blood coating my fingers, the bright red fascinating after so long trapped with shades of black and grey. There had never been enough light for me to even be able to tell what color eyes the Alphas had, so the red was a shock.

  Cinnamon gripped my chin and forced my head to turn, eyes the color of his nickname meeting mine in the light for the first time.

  "Are you okay?" he asked firmly.

  Nodding hesitantly, I couldn't find the words to speak, trying to figure out what had happened. The Alphas bit me all the time, but they had never drawn blood before, and it had surprised me. Had Water acted the way he did because he regretted biting me, or because he knew the others would be angry about it?

  Was I claimed now? I didn't feel any different.

  "You can't fucking bond her unless she's in heat, all you did was hurt her!"

  Pine's yelling answered
that question at least.

  Still lost in thought, I barely glanced up when Grass returned and gently pressed a rag to the wound on my shoulder. It stung a little, and the muscle beneath throbbed in pain, but I ignored it.

  Did Water not know he couldn't claim me unless I was in heat? I hadn’t, so maybe that’s what made him disappointed with me. None of them had seemed to have any issues sharing me, but maybe he was trying to steal me for himself.

  "It was an accident. I was caught up in the moment since I don’t usually get her to myself. It's just a bite, she'll be fine," I heard Water growl.

  An accident. He didn't actually care for me then. How could he? I was their little omega slut that they kept chained in the basement.

  I didn't even notice the tears on my cheeks until Cinnamon brushed them away.

  "Grady, go get the key."

  I saw Grass's head snap up with a shocked expression, and it took me a moment to realize I finally had a name for one of my captors.

  "She's not okay," Cinnamon said with a scowl at his hesitance. "I'm not leaving her in this fucking cell. She could get an infection."

  I had cuts and scrapes all over my body, Cinnamon’s reason didn’t make much sense to me, but I pushed that thought away. Grady still hesitated before finally climbing to his feet again and disappearing through the door of the cell. It wasn't long before he came striding back in, kneeling by my feet.

  When the cuff opened and fell off of my ankle with a rattle of chain, I felt naked. It had been on me for so long that it was a part of me. I knew exactly how far I could go on it, exactly where the metal would bite into my skin if I pulled.

  Wiggling my foot, I leaned to the side to look down at it. The area where the cuff had been was dark and discolored, but I didn't know if it was from grime or bruises. It hurt to move it in certain ways since the joint had been held stiff for so long, but it felt like far more weight than that tiny cuff had been lifted from me.