by Cara Wylde
CHAPTER SIX
Wisteria
Warden Green must have sneaked out while I was sleeping, because when I woke up, I was alone. The nest smelled like him, and I buried my head in the blankets, inhaling greedily. I missed him already. Maybe I shouldn’t have because he’d been so mean last night. I wondered if he’d done it on purpose – telling me every detail about his relationship with Vella. It was wrong of me, so wrong, but I was glad she was no more. But maybe it wasn’t that horrible of me to think that, after all. She’d betrayed his trust. She got what she deserved. Too bad Callum had had to do it. I was not Vella, though, and I hoped he knew that. Something told me that he’d left before I woke up because he didn’t want to face me after everything he’d confessed to me. As if I’d ever judge him. As if I’d ever blame him. He was my Alpha. Nothing he ever did could be wrong. Not in my eyes.
My stomach grumbled. I stared at the closed cell door and focused on them – my Alphas. I was also in dire need of a shower, and new materials for a new nest wouldn’t have hurt either. I waited for minutes on end, which turned into hours. I lost track of time. It must have been morning, so maybe Warden Green and Officer Stone were busy. The prison was not in lockdown anymore, and both the guards and inmates must have had questions. My heart ached at the thought that I’d caused trouble for my three lovers. Not that I could have controlled the black wolf…
The Wolf Spirit seemed to be gone for now. Compared to the last time it had emerged, when it had slaughtered the Carmine Pack, now it hadn’t left that dreadful fever I’d come to detest and get used to, at the same time. My skin felt cool and soft, albeit quite dirty. They should have taken me to the showers before putting me in the cell I’d come to think of as my shelter, but everything had happened so fast. I knew they didn’t care that I had dust and leaves in my hair, and mud on my soles. I was in heat, and all they could see and smell when they were in my close proximity was my pussy. It was the way it was intended, so werewolves, a species that wasn’t very numerous, could multiply and survive.
I touched my flat belly. It was empty, and I wasn’t thinking about food – although food wouldn’t have hurt. There was this deep desire within me to take what my Alphas gave me and create a new life with it. Or new lives. Some Omegas could have more pups at once. My core pulsed, sending a wave of pleasure mixed with longing through me. My breasts became swollen, and my nipples hard. Hours had passed, and no one seemed to be coming. I forgot about the hunger because my body had other, stronger needs. My pussy throbbed, released slick, and all I wanted was to touch myself. But I knew it wouldn’t be enough. On second thought, I didn’t want a shower, and I didn’t care that I needed it. Callum’s seed was still inside me. Half of it, at least, seeing how a lot had seeped into the sheets. Soon, as more minutes passed and I lay in my nest staring at the ceiling, I became obsessed with one thought and one thought alone: I didn’t need food, and I didn’t need a shower; what I needed was more seed inside me. Their seed. I bit my lip hard when my core started hurting from sheer arousal. I was soaked, my breasts were round and hard, and my body craved to be touched by big, rough hands. I tried to touch myself to quench some of its thirst, but if it had worked the day before, it wasn’t going to work now. Today was the second day of my heat, and I knew it was going to be intense. I needed them. I needed their hard bodies to pin me down as their cocks filled my pussy, my mouth… my ass. I remembered that night when Father Rivera had penetrated my tight passage, and how it had felt. They hadn’t fucked my mouth yet, so all I could do was lick my lips in anticipation, hoping at least one of them would allow me to taste his seed soon.
It was becoming unbearable. My breasts hurt, my pussy hurt, my clit was so swollen, but rubbing it myself did nothing. My hands weren’t enough. I needed their touch, their rough voices to tell me I belonged to them, I needed them to dominate me and make me submit to their twisted desires. The more I waited, the more I called for them in faint whispers that soon grew louder and more desperate, the more I felt lost and abandoned. How could they do this to me? Callum knew I was in heat. And this was my real, natural heat, which meant my body was truly ready to receive their seed. Hadn’t he told Officer Stone and Father Rivera? Maybe he had, and maybe… they didn’t want me. They’d seen me shift into that horrendous beast, and now everything they had felt for me was gone. But no, that didn’t make any sense. Alaric had told me that he considered me innocent. As he’d held me in the woods, his cock had been hard. This was just my heat messing with my head. When an Omega in heat was refused or rejected, she developed anxieties and fears about her worth, her confidence, her desirability. What if her Alpha had grown tired of her? Naturally, that wasn’t possible. No Alpha could resist the appeal of an Omega in heat, no Alpha could stay away once he caught a whiff of her slick. In wolf packs, in the wild, Omegas were in danger if their estrous hit and they weren’t mated. We were locked in a cabin deep in the woods, away from all the males in the pack, and we were also protected by Beta females who took turns bringing us food and guarding the cabin. There had been so many cases of Omegas being taken by males in their own family in the past, that nowadays no one was willing to risk it. The craziest thing was that, when in heat, an Omega never said no to an Alpha. She didn’t even care who he was as long as he had a cock to fill her and the promise of a good amount of seed to put inside her. Just like our pussies craved orgasms, our wombs craved seed for our eggs. But once the heat was over, our minds cleared, and the last thing we needed was to realize we’d just been impregnated by our brother or… God forbid… father! A wolf from a foreign or enemy pack was just as bad. A rogue wolf was even worse than a family member! Rogue wolves were thieves and criminals that had escaped the justice of the Administration, but not the justice of their pack. Being taken and claimed by a rogue wolf could seal the fate of an Omega, ruin her forever. Because her pack would never accept the pups of a rogue.
Why was I thinking about these horrible things? My head was filled with grim scenarios, and all because my three Alphas had left me in this dark cell when I needed them the most. I jumped out of my nest and started pacing the floor, my bare feet barely making a noise. I combed my long blond hair with my fingers, until I started pulling it in frustration. I ran my hands up and down my body, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, pushing my fingers inside my pussy, hoping it would ease the pain. Nothing worked. My fingers were useless. I needed a cock. I looked around me, hoping I would find something long and girthy that might do the job, but the cell was empty except for my nest. I screamed in annoyance, then started banging on the door – something I had never ever done before. I tired myself out soon enough. When no one came, I crawled back in my nest and curled into a ball.
It must have been long past lunch when I heard footsteps outside. I sniffed the air eagerly, and when I knew for sure it was Officer Stone, I jumped to my feet and waited for him by the door. He came in carrying a bottle of water.
“Garrett will bring…”
I didn’t let him finish. I slammed the cell door shut myself, then jumped him and started pulling at his uniform. He was taken aback. He didn’t know what to do, so he simply stood and watched, allowing me to rip his pants open, push him down to the floor, and climb on top of him. In seconds, I impaled myself on his long, thick cock, throwing my head back and moaning with abandon.
“Touch me,” I begged, grabbing him by the wrists and forcing his hands on my breasts. To my relief, he complied.
I moved on top of him, bouncing, rolling my hips, driving his dick deeper and deeper inside me. It didn’t take long. I came hard, letting out a cry, refusing to stop even as my juices flowed down his shaft and balls, making everything so slippery that I almost couldn’t feel him inside me anymore. He came with a grunt, squeezing my breasts as he shot his seed straight into my womb. He didn’t let go, and I didn’t want him to let go. I felt his knot form inside me, but I wanted more. One orgasm wasn’t enough. I’d suffered too much, craved this moment for too many
hours. I looked down at him.
“I’m sorry,” I gave him a shy smile. “I shouldn’t have been so… brutal.”
“Brutal?” He laughed out loud.
I bit my lip. “So, you’re not mad?”
“I could never be mad at you, mut.” He caressed my cheek with his warm hand.
But I wasn’t interested in gentle touches. I took his hand and guided it to my clit. I was still on top of him, his hard cock buried in my pussy, the knot keeping us connected.
“Please. You left me all alone for hours. I need this.”
He licked his lips. “My pleasure, mut.” His voice sounded low and husky.
His thumb started working on my swollen clit fast, rubbing it in circles, pressing on it harshly when he could tell I was close to the edge. At first, I thought he was trying to build a rhythm, but when I almost orgasmed twice and he didn’t let me, I understood what he was doing.
“You’re cruel.” I was annoyed, and I made sure he saw it.
He only laughed at me. “Did you think that if you’re on top, it means you’re leading? Oh no, mut. I am still your master. You’ll come when I say you can come.”
I groaned. He furrowed his brows and gave me such a harsh look that I immediately submitted. I released his arm, which I had grabbed onto in an attempt to guide his hand better, and stopped bucking my hips. He resumed rubbing me then, but the second he sensed I was about to orgasm, he took his hand away completely, leaving me panting and biting my lips wildly to stop myself from begging or moaning in protest. The word “please” was on the tip of my tongue, but I knew I wasn’t allowed to say it.
“Good girl. Good mut.”
I sighed.
“Who’s my bitch?” When I remained silent, he nudged me. “Come on, say it.”
“I’m your bitch,” I breathed.
“And what will you do for me?”
“Anything.”
He brushed my clit with his thumb. I shivered. My skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and my knees were shaking under my weight. Inside my pussy, his dick was as hard as ever. Not a drop of his seed had escaped the knot.
“You’re already letting me fuck your cunt,” he said. “What else? Describe to me what ‘anything’ means.”
I closed my eyes and thought for a moment. I was dying for his touch, and I would have said anything to convince him to let me have the orgasm I so needed, but I knew that what he wanted me to say had to be very specific. I realized this was a test. Alaric Stone wanted to know if I knew him well enough. I could say I knew Father Rivera and his kinks, but that was because the priest had chosen to open himself up to me. Alaric was hard to read. Still, I had to try.
“I will suck your cock. Swallow every bit of your seed.” He grunted softly and nodded, encouraging me to continue. But all Alphas wanted to put their dicks in their Omega’s mouth eventually. It wasn’t enough. I wasn’t sure he wanted to put it in my ass, so I decided to steer clear of that with him. The only thing I really knew about Alaric Stone was that he liked to give it to me rough, to be the dominant one, the one in control. The fact that I’d jumped him and rode him had warranted this test. “I will let you tie me up, blindfold me…” He started circling my clit with his thumb, which meant I was on the right track. “I… I will let you spank me.” He stopped.
“That’s not me. That’s Garrett.”
My eyes were wide. I didn’t know what else to say.
“I’d rather bite you than hit you.”
“Then bite me.” I ran a hand down my neck, exposing it.
He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down on him. “Come here.” He sank his teeth in the soft skin above my collarbone as he rubbed me fast and hard. I was unable to suppress a moan. “You can be as loud as you want. I don’t mind.”
And I was. Loud. Pain mixed with pleasure, and I was so, so close. He nipped at my skin. He didn’t penetrate it deep enough to draw blood, but I knew he’d leave a dark, angry mark on me. He brought me to the edge, and I sucked in a breath.
“I won’t stop, but you’re not allowed to cum yet.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks. I needed it so badly. His thumb kept rubbing and pressing, and I held my breath, too afraid to exhale. I didn’t want to be disobedient, but this was hard. And I could feel that his cock had grown bigger inside me. It twitched as he sucked on my neck, making it almost impossible for me to hold back.
“Just a little longer, mut…”
I bit my tongue, hoping it would take my mind off the expert fingers working my clit. It didn’t work. I shivered, weak and helpless, and at some point, I started praying in my head. I didn’t even know to whom I was praying, I just kept repeating “please, please, I’m begging you.”
He pushed me away and grabbed my jaw. I was forced to look into his eyes. He grinned at me, satisfied.
“You’re so beautiful when you cry.”
My chin trembled.
“You can cum now, mut. Cum for me.”
I let out a cry as I released the breath I’d held for too long. The orgasm was powerful, explosive, almost painful. My pussy throbbed around his dick as I came, wave after wave of bliss. Finally, I collapsed on top of him, spent but happy, and he surprised me by holding me gently, protectively. He’d held me like this in the woods, when he’d found me, and I thought it was a one-time thing. I was glad I was mistaken.
“How long will I be in solitary?” My mind was starting to clear, and I could process things other than fucking. For a few minutes, at least. Maybe half an hour.
He played with my hair tenderly. “I don’t know. There have been… complications.”
“Complications?”
He sighed. “We wanted to keep your escape attempt secret, but it was impossible. I even tried to bribe the officer who found you. But then Officer Bough saw us, many of the others smelled you, too. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“I’m sorry. It wasn’t an escape attempt, I promise.”
“I know. And there’s also the problem of the black wolf. At least four guards saw the beast going through the wall and tearing down a good chunk of the forest. And even if they didn’t see it, the evidence is there, and it’s overwhelming.”
“So, they know it was me?”
“All logic points to it, but I can tell they are confused. They can’t believe the black wolf was you, but they can’t come up with another explanation, either. Anyway, I’m not concerned about the guards. They’ll get over it. The Council of the Elders, however… They found out. Someone must have called them, or maybe they have someone on the inside.”
“A spy?”
“The warden and I hoped we could keep this between the walls of Dark Moon Prison, bribe the guards with some days off, I don’t know… It was worth a try. Not anymore. The Council knows, and they want to see you. Not just the representatives this time. The actual Council wants to have a meeting with you.”
Anxiety rushed through me. “I’m in heat.”
“Of course, Warden Green told them already, but they insist. I don’t think they believe you’re in heat. After all, you’ve just had an estrous a few days ago.”
“You’re right…”
“And we can’t tell them that one was chemically induced.” He grinned at me.
“Of course.”
“So, Wisteria, here’s what I propose. Ride this heat as fast as you can. The warden can’t keep the Council away for long.”
I pouted. “You know that’s not how it works.”
“Not even if we fuck you senseless day and night?”
“Not even. But I’m not saying we shouldn’t try.”
He rolled me onto my back, and when the knot retreated, he fucked me again right on the floor.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Father Rivera
The cell door was unlocked, which was unusual. Even if we knew Wisteria had no intention to leave, we still kept the cell locked at all times, so the inmates assigne
d to mop the floors in solitary once a week wouldn’t be tempted to go in and see the Omega their noses told them was held in there. I pushed the door open and found her in Stone’s arms, sleeping peacefully. He was awake. He gave me one of his cruel, signature smirks. As long as he had the female in his arms, he was the strongest Alpha in the room. I clenched my jaw and abstained from doing or saying anything I might have regretted later.
I walked into the cell. My nostrils flared, and I inhaled the sweet, intoxicating scent of her slick. Unfortunately, it was heavily mixed with Alaric’s seed. Her nest stunk of Callum’s seed, and I made a mental note to bring her fresh sheets and blankets later. I placed the tray on the floor. Food was piled up high on the two plates – game, mashed potatoes, grilled mushrooms, freshly baked bread, banana pancakes with raspberry jam and maple syrup, and two glasses of orange juice. I knew she was starving, and when she stirred in her sleep, disentangled herself from Alaric’s arms, and opened her eyes, she confirmed I was right. She smiled at me, and it was embarrassing to admit that my heart started beating faster.
“Father, you came.”
“Of course I came.” My voice sounded odd, and I cleared my throat.
“I thought… you didn’t want to see me anymore.”
I shook my head. “No. Why would you think that?”
She pursed her lips and fixed me with her unnaturally purple gaze. Now I knew her eyes were purple because the beast was still inside her. When she’d shifted into that wild, raging animal, it was clear to me. As long as the Wolf Spirit used her as a host, Wisteria’s eyes would be purple. I didn’t answer her question. She was very intuitive because she’d already sensed my reluctance. It had taken me a day and a night to figure out what I felt now that I knew who she was… what she was, and what she had done. I knew it wasn’t her fault, but I also knew she was damaged beyond repair. My Wisteria was not my Wisteria. She wasn’t… whole. There was this demonic thing inside her that altered her personality… To what extent – I could not fathom. I’d seen the Wolf Spirit, and in that moment, I’d wanted to pray. Stone had taken the rosary from my hands and thrown it away. Yes, I had eventually followed his lead and bowed to the Wolf Spirit, but not because I believed it was right. Because I wanted to live. Did that make me weak? I was a servant of God. Wasn’t God worth dying for? Wasn’t the freedom to pray to God worth dying for? And that was why I’d hesitated when I found out they’d found her and brought her back. She’d made me turn my face from God in a way that I didn’t think could ever be forgiven. My back was covered in fresh lashes that would heal soon. And when they healed, I’d have to go back to my room, kneel in front of the wooden cross on the wall, take out the whip, and mortify my flesh. I wasn’t sure this was the way back to God, whom I’d forsaken in my moment of fear and weakness, but it was the only way I knew. If He heard my prayers, if He looked down upon me and still considered me a worthy servant, then I had a chance to be absolved one day. I was waiting for a sign. If no sign came, I’d have to leave the church and leave Dark Moon Prison.
