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Unsure what to say to him, Brenya stood and found the quick shine of his eyes in the dark.
“Aren’t you going to let me in?”
She let her head fall into her hand, finding it harder to speak than she’d expected. “I’ve altered ignition programming… you can’t fly the ship without flipping the switches in an exact order. A mistake will blow the system. If by some miracle you got in here, you need me alive, or this is where we stay forever.”
His voice was as dead as the world around them. “I don’t imagine you understand the weight of what you’ve done.”
Shaking her head, she rubbed the grit from her cheeks. “I had to get out.”
“Naked?”
She couldn’t help her lack of dress. “This is a Thólosen vessel.”
The shine of his eyes never wavered. “Yes.”
“Why do you have it?”
“I was born in Thólos.”
“Good.” Without the engines heating the craft, she began to shiver from the growing chill. “That’s where I’m going. Once I have arrived, I will give the ship back to you. You can take it wherever you wish.”
Even with darkness shadowing his face, Brenya knew the man smiled. It was not a friendly grin. Neither was his rejoinder. “I can’t let you do that.”
She had never spoken with such open rebellion in her life. It felt good. “I’m not asking you. It was not my intention to take you with me, but you are my hostage; I am not yours.”
“And when you get there?” Jules eyed her lack of clothing and warned, “You’ll freeze to death in a matter of minutes.”
Brenya had already done the unspeakable. She was not about to let one small factor deter her. “The survivors must exist someplace warm. I’ll find it.”
The man edged as close as the door would allow. He showed her his face, his severity. He even modulated his voice as if to project concern. “Do you have any idea what they do to Omegas in Thólos? It is not a place you want to go.”
Brenya met the striking blue of her prisoner’s eyes. She held his gaze, knew things showed in her expression, and said, “It can’t be different than what they do to Omegas in Bernard Dome.”
“It is different, girl. You’re not capable of understanding the savagery—”
She cut him off, “The first time, he ripped me open on the streets in broad daylight before a gathering crowd. I thought I was going to die… I almost did.”
It seemed as if Jules had not heard that part of her story, if he’d heard anything about her at all. It was very subtle, but a change came over him. “You want that to happen to you again?”
“The people of Thólos need engineers to rebuild the Dome. If they want to survive, they will protect their best interests.”
“You overestimate those animals. You wouldn’t last a day.”
Her attention went to the navigation panel at her left, Brenya focused and as abrupt as her companion. “I can’t go back. After what I’ve done, he’ll take one of your Omegas, a real Omega, and I’ll be terminated. If I have to choose my graveyard, I choose Thólos. I’m an engineering grunt. It’s all I know, all I have ever wanted to do. I’ll fix what I can. If the people of Thólos kill me for it, then at least I’ll die doing something I love. How I die doesn’t matter. Once I’m dead, I won’t care who raped me or how much it hurt.”
“Don’t you believe in an afterlife?”
Her hand froze over the blinking map. “I’m not a Beta anymore. Their God would not have me.”
“The Omega Goddess…”
He was wasting his breath, Brenya making her opinion clear in one harsh reply. “I’m not an Omega either.”
The Beta flat out scoffed. “Then why do you smell like one who’s about to enter estrous?”
Vision swimming, Brenya blinked, wondering how it had grown hotter than the Sahara while she’d napped. Under her body the metal floor had imprinted its pattern onto her damp skin, just as the throb of a building headache had imprinted its tick on her brain.
With a groan she rolled to her back, instantly regretting moving. She was going to be sick.
Again…
There was already a pool of drying vomit in the corner, the sour aroma doing nothing to make the boiling cockpit more comfortable.
“I would say you have less than an hour,” the Beta droned from his side of the door. “Thirsty?”
Her mouth was a pit of sand, but all she could think of was the fountain in Beta Sector. How cool that water had been, and how awful the price she’d paid for tasting it. “I don’t need a drink.”
He rolled her a half empty bottle anyway. Before she could stop herself, she snatched it up and drained it dry. The momentary relief was short lived. Twisting her guts, a ferocious cramp left her curled into a ball of misery.
When it finally began to abate, another wave of nausea brought Brenya to her hands and knees.
“You may be farther along than I thought.”
Throwing a hiss toward the door, she shouted, “Will you stop talking?”
“While you were resting, I took the liberty of following your example”—there were sounds of shuffling, the man raising from where he must have rested against the wall—“pulling wires, yanking out pipes. You should see the mess in here. Having seen you work, I doubt it would take you more than a day or two to repair. We’ll be found before then.”
“What?” Peering at her tormenter through lank, stringy hair, Brenya wailed, “No! Why would you do that?”
“Because the consequences of this ship even pointing in the direction of Thólos are further reaching than you know.”
She wasn’t listening, dragging her body to the console to confirm with horror that massive damage had been done. Sobbing, practically incoherent, she sank to her knees and hid her head in her hands. “I won’t go back there.”
Calm, rational, Jules said, “I gave you your chance to open the door, Brenya. There was no other way to prevent a massive international incident.”
It was not the first time she had heard the stranger use her name. He’d been repeating it for hours since she’d cracked the door. Brenya, open the door. Brenya, come closer. Brenya, drink.
“Your Commodore is going to find this ship, if he hasn’t already pinpointed our location with his web of satellites. It’s inevitable.” Fingers sneaking between the open crack, the Beta pushed forward, more intrusive than he had dared until that point. “The fact that you are moments from estrous might keep you alive. If he pair-bonds to you, he won’t kill you. He won’t be able to hurt you, not without causing great harm to himself.”
She sunk to the floor to wail out her grief and decided she hated this male even more than all the others combined. “You told me to get out.”
Another bottle of water was rolled until it hit her spine.
“You’ll need to hydrate. Estrous is demanding on the body, and will be worse for you without assistance. Drink it all now while you still can.”
She would rather swallow poison.
His monotone voice was grating on her ears, the Beta’s incessant talking unbearable. Needing to retreat, to get away from everything, she crawled under the console. There was room enough to curl into a ball, enough shadow to feel a little safer, but there was no hiding from her failures.
If only the Beta had not been on the ship, she would have been free.
Low grunts hummed up the back of her throat with each exhale, a patterned cadence of female music peppered with whimpers as the pain returned full force.
With one mighty lurch everything inside her squeezed, a rush of fluid splattering her thighs to drip down and pool on the floor. Fingers between her legs, she tried to hold it in, only to find those digits playing in the slick and pumping inadequately into her body.
She had no control. “Nooooo.”
The male, the one who had guaranteed her ruin, dropped his voice lower as if after all these hours, words had finally grown difficult. “You’re okay.”
“I am not fucking okay!” Even though her back was to him, she was masturbating in front of a stranger, unable to stop, and knew he could see. “Nothing about this is okay.”
Those crystalline blue eyes were watching, focused, the entirety of his form filling up the small space the door would allow. “Listen to me, Brenya. I need you to hold one thought in your head. Whatever you do now, do not open the door.”
“Open the door. Close the door. Make up your damn mind!” she shrieked at him, then whined when the worst feeling of emptiness flattened her to the ground. The Omega George had been fucking had made similar noises. She had twisted under him in search of relief.
At least that Omega had had a cock inside her.
No amount of furious rubbing of her clit, or fingering the place Jacques liked to taste, abated the need. Gods, it was awful. It scratched through her body, left her nipples on fire, her mouth drier than dust.
“Stop crawling this way.” He looked as if he were straining to push through the small opening, even as he said, “You can’t let me in there now. It’s too late.”
All she could think of was how much she wanted to be stretched until she squealed. She needed a knot, wanted to taste come splash her face and pour down her throat. The ground was so hard, the metal having grown slippery and unbearable.
Where was the softness, the cooling dark full of welcoming scents, and a strong male to bend her in half?
“Stay where you are, Brenya.”
“I need…” Her eyes turned up, scalp prickling to find someone close enough to almost touch. “Make it stop.”
The Beta took a deep breath, screwing his eyes shut. A single word left his lips on a whisper. “Rebecca.”
And then he was gone, that sliver of space between the door and the wall as empty as her cunt.
25
It was more than the pain.
There were no real words to describe the sense of emptiness—mind-numbing, hollow, torment didn’t come close. It was like being injected with acid. Her every movement and wail completely out of her control.
Rational thought had fled hours ago.
One moment Brenya hallucinated she was still dangling upside down from the outside of the Dome. The next she was in the alley with Jacques while he ripped her apart.
When she asked him to stop, he dropped her, the ground falling out from under her to the point Brenya’s skull bounced off the floor.
The blow woke her up.
She was back in the cockpit, where it was too bright from sunlight streaming through the windscreen.
Or was it from the orange strobe emanating from the beeping console?
Hull breach. Or was that air regulation failure?
Or was that the sun glinting off the Dome as she was cooked alive in her bio-suit, abandoned by her people, and worthless without her assignment?
Another wave of cramping bowed her body off the ground, left her shaken… and blind.
Trying to blink through the spots, warbling hallucinations played before her eyes. A blue-eyed Beta kneeling, the front of his trousers soaked through with something offering the most delicious of scents.
Dragging her body across the floor no matter her creaking limbs, Brenya tried to reach the male. She would have too, missing the fact the Beta had been restrained, that there was a weapon pointed at his skull.
A pair of bio-suit boots stepped into her path.
They were scentless, just another obstacle between the only thing that might end this torment. Straining to reach through them, from Brenya’s mouth came a series of incoherent filth that would have made an old whore blush.
The Beta was red-faced, eyes bulging. “Get me away from her!”
“If he so much as twitches backward, shoot him.”
That voice… that was the baritone of another male, but she could smell only the one.
A boot heel came to her shoulder, pushing her spine to the floor. Broad form blocking out the horrible sun, the mechanics of the suit’s speaker projected a soft question. “What am I to do with you, Brenya?”
Weeping, so close to relief but denied by the unshakable weight on her chest, she babbled, “Please.”
“Is this an improvement over all I’ve offered? Here you are, in the very estrous I have been patiently waiting for, away from your nest, outside of the safety of our home, writhing on a dirty floor and so desperate for relief”—the figure pointed to the kneeling Beta—“you would beg for that to fuck you.”
She’d given up trying to dislodge the boot, Brenya’s fingers snaking down her belly to thrust themselves where the ache had only grown at the sound of that voice. Wet squishes were pointless music in air drenched with the song of female need.
In and out, pressure on her clit, nothing helped.
She needed a male, went back to staring at the only one, while spreading her legs wide so the Beta could see what was on offer.
It worked. The Ambassador was fixated on the show, struggling as if he too had a boot weighing down his chest.
“And now you know what it is to be Omega.” The chuckle was coarse, muffled by the helmet electronics, and cruel. “It’s my duty to drive that lesson in. Never again will you dare to defy me, mon chou. Never again will you put yourself at risk. I am Commodore, and I will protect the Dome and all who live in it. I will protect you from yourself.”
The great form looming over her kneeled, pinning the female before she might scamper straight toward temptation. Jacques took her jaw, forced her head to face him, and shoved the padded fingers of his gloved hand straight into her cunt.
A sharp inhale, and the female fell back and spread wider.
“This should have taken place in a soft nest. For that, it’s going to hurt more once I get my cock in you. I won’t hold back, Brenya. Bad girls have to learn their place. By the time your estrous breaks, you’ll have submitted to anything I demand. I’m going to take you in depraved ways that would make your sweet, virginal sensibilities recoil. Furthermore, you’ll thank me, your Alpha. You’ll beg me for more. You’ll have no choice.”
The thick bio-suit gloves abandoned her pussy and went to the reflective helmet’s latch. As it lifted, the most enticing scent slipped forward to tease at the estrous high Omega’s nose.
With a snarl, Brenya lost all interest in the Beta, reaching for that form holding her down as if salvation awaited.
One deep breath of her and Jacques grew vicious. He tore at the bio-suit, roared at her to spread.
But she was too far gone to pay attention. Tongue to salty flesh, clawing at any part that offered more perfect Alpha musk, Brenya rubbed herself against him.
It was not long before her back slammed against the wall with such force all breath was knocked from her body. Gasping, she was not even able to scream out her joy at the immaculate intrusion of an engorged, pulsating, and perfect cock.
One thrust, and the first knot was immediate. She had not even come, but her body began seizing in response to thick ropes of semen. Voice raw, Brenya’s first scream caught in a sandpaper throat.
She needed so much more.
Laughing as she sobbed, the pain began to abate and hunger began to replace it. Legs wrapping tightly around the middle of a body that would make it all okay, she squirmed against the knot, and set her teeth to the nearest bit of flesh and broke skin.
A male roar shook her, but she would not let go.
Fingers wrapped around her neck, forcing her head back, and then a delicious mouth was on hers.
This was not pleasure; this was preservation.
She was already begging him for more, because the cramp had returned and his knot was not enough.
“Mon chou—”
Whining, tears running down dirty cheeks she pleaded, “Help me.”
“You must be patient through the knot or I will not give you another one.”
Sobbing against a sweat soaked chest, the inconsolable Omega mourned her short-lived relief. By the time he could rut again, she was far gone into another world of need, unaware of all around her but the insatiable frenzy to fuck.
Ruthless, just like he promised, he was rough with her—abusing her clit, tormenting her nipples, and coming at his leisure while pointedly denying her release by keeping the knot outside her body.
It took hours of her begging before he allowed her to climax properly.
The torture had done its work. Brenya was broken, sweating, twitching, and unable to follow even the simplest command.
“I think you’ve learned who owns your body, who can deny your pleasure, and who can take all your pain away.” Jacques thrust in hard, rocking his pelvis exactly the way she needed, and lodging his growing knot deep in her core.
The scream wormed from her gut when her cunt began to milk him with ferocity, her hisses less animal and more maiden.
Lust drugged eyes blinked as if waking from a dream, an ocean of pleasure washing away consuming madness.
She knew that sculpted face, that golden hair. “Jacques?”
The little female was no match for the huge Alpha’s wrath. “You’ll never get away from me again.”
The moment’s clarity and the threat in his voice brought with it hysteria. Brenya tried to scramble out from under him, only for the Alpha to roar and flip her to her belly against the slick smeared, gritty floor.
When he forced his way back in, it felt so good, each punishing thrust drawing a wheezing scream from the female despite how she kicked her legs and refused.
It was not long before she was pushing her ass back against his hips, before she was squealing at the feel of his hand reaching under her to finger her clit. The beast grew appeased, less violent… almost gentle even when she submitted and climaxed when he ordered her to come.
Obedience was reward.
Growling with each breath, his weight on her back, a large hand began to rub the hair from her face. “Sweet girl.”
Blinking, the sweet girl’s eyes stared toward the cockpit door, toward the form of a tormented Beta who was openly ejaculating against the straining fabric over his erection as if it was his cock inside her.
There had not even been a form of friction to draw out his release.
