by Cara Wylde
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled, stumbling back.
I smiled at him. He was still hard, and I knew he’d be ready to go again in a few minutes.
“Come here,” Callum growled as he pulled me up and grabbed my breasts from behind. He was pounding me erratically now, his rhythm long lost. “It’s your turn to cum, little pet.”
He’d never called me “pet” before. From this new position, he hit just the right spot inside me. Just as I was ready to cum, he pulled out of me, turned me around, and lied on his back. I climbed on top of him and impaled myself on his cock. I came with a howl, and he grabbed my hips and held them tightly as he shot his seed deep inside me, filling me to the brim. I felt his knot swell, binding me to him for the next half hour. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest.
“We weren’t going to make Garrett wait, were we?”
I laughed. So that was why he’d changed positions at the last minute. He’d wanted to knot me in a position that also gave Father Rivera access to the only hole that hadn’t yet been filled by a cock tonight. Speaking of which… The priest left his armchair, stepped behind me, and I soon felt his weight on me. As he aligned the head of his dick with my puckered entrance, Callum held me gently, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I whimpered when the tip penetrated the first ring of muscles. It all felt equally uncomfortable and exhilarating. Father Rivera and I had done this before, but it somehow felt like it was my first time being fucked in the ass. That passage was much tighter than my pussy. The priest was patient, though, and he pushed in slowly, careful not to hurt me, giving me enough time to get used to his impressive girth. Meanwhile, Alaric had come back to his senses. He found his pack of cigarettes, lit one, and proceeded to smoke it as he sat in front of the fire and watched the show. If his hard cock was any indication, he enjoyed it immensely.
Father Rivera was finally all the way in. I tried to relax, knowing that I was soon going to start liking it more. He pulled out slowly, pushed back in, working on building a steady rhythm. I started moaning softly as tears ran down my face, soaking Callum’s long, dark hair. The warden stroked my head, then started tracing the shell of my ear with his tongue. I gasped in surprise, almost not believing how hard that turned me on. The priest had used enough of my slick and his precum to prepare my tight passage, and soon he was able to thrust faster and harder. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. My moans turned into screams. Callum licked the tears off my cheeks, as Father Rivera held me down with a firm hand. Alaric threw the cigarette in the fire and started stroking himself. The orgasm hit me like a storm of tears, pain, and pleasure. I’d never thought it would feel so amazing to cum while knotted. My pussy clenched and unclenched around the knot, making Callum grunt and Father Rivera growl as he filled me with his seed. He collapsed on top of me, and for as long as I was sandwiched between the two Alphas, I felt safe and at ease. Then, Alaric stood up and said it was his turn again, and we all had to move into different positions.
Who cared about tomorrow when I had three strong Alphas to fuck me and possess me until dawn?
CHAPTER TEN
Officer Stone
Callum had to stay at Dark Moon Prison, and so did Garrett. Not that the priest would’ve been much help, anyway. I escorted the Omega to the van in cuffs, waited for her to get in the back, then went to ride in the front with the driver. I didn’t like this arrangement, but we had to follow protocol. I’d also put the collar back around her neck, and I had to admit… she looked hot in it. Doctor Sylvan had given her a dose of heat suppressants in the morning, but it didn’t seem to be doing much. The male Beta who was driving the van was trying to hide his massive erection to no avail. His nostrils flared every two minutes, showing he was incapable of resisting the urge to inhale the scent of her fertility. Seeing him so turned on made me sick to my stomach, so I turned my back to him and stared out the window. My cock was just as hard, but he didn’t have to know that. I’d placed my uniform jacket on my lap to cover the tent in my pants.
The drive to the city took three hours. We didn’t stop, and I kept wondering if Wisteria was okay in the back. I didn’t dare to ask the driver to pull over, so I could check on her. That would’ve been inappropriate. Also, it would’ve made me seem weak, which was out of the question. We finally arrived at our destination – an old mansion that had been recently renovated. This wasn’t where the Council of the Elders usually held their meetings, but they’d agreed to make an exception this one time because the Omega was in heat, and it would’ve been disrespectful and downright dangerous to parade her down the halls of their official building in the center, which were constantly full of diplomats, clerks, and secretaries going back and forth. This mansion belonged to one of the members of the Council. From what I’d heard, it had been in his family for generations.
As I stepped out of the van, I felt disgusted at the display of wealth and opulence. The driver had parked right in the front, and the first thing I noticed was that there wasn’t much vegetation in the courtyard. Concrete, concrete, and more concrete. These wolves had really lost their connection with mother nature. I ordered the driver to stay where he was, and I went to fetch Wisteria. I gently helped her out of the van. She was dressed in a simple, classic pair of black pants, and a white, airy blouse. Callum had decided to give her normal clothes and not let her go in front of the Council dressed as an inmate – a sign that he was absolutely certain she would be absolved of her crimes today. I loved his enthusiasm, but an inner voice that I couldn’t ignore was screaming at me that things weren’t going to happen as we were hoping. Still, I tried to put on a smile for our Omega’s sake.
“I don’t know if I’m ready,” she whispered.
“You’re doing great already.”
“You’re coming in with me, right?”
“Absolutely.” I motioned for her to walk in front of me. “Let’s get this over with, so we can get your life back.”
She sighed audibly. Her hair had been combed to perfection. Straight and shiny, it hung down to her waist. Admiring her as she walked toward the entrance, where two big, burly guards with earpieces were waiting for us, I noticed she’d gained weight. In a good way. Her hips were rounder, and her thighs seemed fleshier. Well, we had fed her well since the Wolf Spirit tried to take her away from us then changed its mind and decided to give us another chance. She looked good.
We climbed the stone stairs to the tall, oak door, and the two guards stopped us. It was protocol, so I wasn’t too concerned. They checked her quickly, painfully aware that she was an Omega in heat. I had to give it to them, they were professionals. They waved her in, but when I tried to follow, one of them placed an enormous hand on my chest. At first, I didn’t understand what was happening. I stared into his eyes, and he stared back at me, as impassive as a dumb rock.
“I’m sorry, you will have to wait outside.”
“You’re sorry? Well, I’m sorry, big guy, because that won’t do. I’m going in with her.”
He shook his head. “I have my orders, sir.”
I slapped his hand away. He instantly went for his gun, but that was fine, because my gun was already pointed at his stupid face.
“Please, sir,” the second guard said. “We don’t want any trouble. The Omega goes in, and you wait outside with the driver. It’s as simple as that.”
I knew he was holding a gun to my head. I was outnumbered, and they were obviously on steroids because no wolf, no matter how Alpha he was, was capable of growing so big, but I didn’t care. Pure rage clouded my vision as I felt myself switch into fight mode. I was calculating my chances, anticipating their moves. When I was ready to take them by surprise, Wisteria came rushing back, stepping between me and the first guard.
“Please, mister,” she begged him in her soft, innocent voice. “I’m afraid to go in there alone. Officer Stone has his orders, too. From the warden.” She raised her cuffed hands as if in prayer. Her purple eyes shined with tears, an
d her chin trembled cutely. “I don’t want to get him in trouble, and besides… I need him. For emotional support. Please.”
She pleaded with the guards so beautifully, that they both lowered their guns before I lowered mine. The first guard cleared his throat uncomfortably. I caught the second one adjusting himself, trying to cover the erection that was threatening to blow up his tight pants.
“Alright, miss. Please go inside now.” His voice sounded forced. “It’s best if you go inside.”
“But will you let him…”
“Yes. Yes, he’ll follow you.”
The guard sounded impatient. I knew how he felt. I myself wanted to pin the Omega to the wall, rip off her clothes, and push my dick inside her. She’d played her part well, fully taking advantage of her estrous.
“You’ll have to leave your weapons here,” the guard said.
We stared at each other for an intense moment, then I sighed annoyed and did as he asked. There was no point in fighting him on this one. No weapons around the Council of the Elders. It made sense. I handed him everything I had, then feeling like I’d just been unceremoniously stripped, I walked in and found Wisteria waiting for me. I nodded at her, and she smiled. With those cuffs around her wrists and that collar around her neck, she looked equally enticing and vulnerable. Her blouse was so white that it was almost transparent, and I wondered what Callum had been thinking when he’d given it to her. Another pair of burly guards ahead, guarding a red door decorated with golden leaves, told us we’d reached what was going to serve as the conference room. They opened the doors for us, and we stepped in.
This room was just as opulent as the rest of the mansion, if not more. A gold chandelier peppered with diamonds, rubies, and sapphires hung from the impossibly tall ceiling, the walls were covered in vivid paintings of epic battles, and here and there, previous members of the Council of the Elders were looking down upon us from vintage portraits. The current members, all men over fifty, were waiting for us behind a long table that had been beautifully carved out of a whole tree trunk. They were sitting in plush chairs, and when Wisteria and I stopped in front of them, they didn’t stand up. There were six men, and all six leaned in and inhaled deeply. I could see it in their wrinkled faces that the scent of my Omega was the most thrilling thing they had experienced in years. Not that they didn’t have Omegas at their disposal, but my Wisteria was something else. Anyone could tell. The only other two people in the room were Marcia Frost and Conrad Gard, the two Council representatives. I was honestly surprised they had allowed Marcia to attend this very important meeting, seeing how incredibly misogynistic the six Alpha males forming the Council of the Elders were.
“Sierra Carmine,” one of the old men began, giving her a sinister smile. “What a pleasure to finally meet you. We’ve heard so much about you. Please, do sit down.”
There was only one chair that had been strategically placed before their table, and the Omega reluctantly sat in it. I looked around, but there was obviously no place for me, so I stepped against the wall, placed my hands behind my back, and decided to pay attention to every little detail. This didn’t look like an official meeting. I’d expected it to be a sort of impromptu trial, and I’d also expected to see Michaela Thistle, Wisteria’s friend, who I knew was the only witness who could testify in her favor. My senses were on high alert. I was acutely aware of the two guards outside, and I kept wondering what the thing that kept bugging me about them was. My subconscious must have registered some random detail when I walked in, but for the life of me, I couldn’t pinpoint it. The meeting started, and I pushed that nagging feeling to the back of my mind.
“Last time we were in contact with you through our representatives, you claimed that you couldn’t remember anything about your past.”
The Omega nodded. “I did remember some things from my childhood, but the rest was a blur, yes.”
“Do you still make that claim today?”
“N-no. I remember now. I remember everything.”
None of the members of the Council looked surprised. They had known, of course. Officer Bough.
“Tell us what you remember.”
Wisteria took a deep breath, then in a low, clear, and steady voice, she confessed everything about that night when her pack summoned the Wolf Spirit and the Wolf Spirit, offended, possessed her, went into a frenzy, and slaughtered all the werewolves that had attended the ritual. Hearing the story again rattled me to the core. I expected to see some reactions from the audience, but aside from Marcia, who was listening to Wisteria with wide eyes and a concerned expression on her face, all the males were impenetrable. The Omega’s story was a story of blood and terror, betrayal and guilt. It didn’t seem to move them, though.
When she was done, another old man simply asked: “Is the Wolf Spirit still inside you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Is it inside you right now?”
“Yes. It never went away. It came out when my memories came back to me, and that was why I… I mean, not I, it tried to escape, but it’s subdued now. Not because I subdued it,” she added quickly. “It’s the wrong word, I think. Because it chose to retreat in the depths of my being and allow me to take back control.”
“Allow you?”
“It’s stronger than me,” she sounded defeated now. She was also tired, and I could tell. “When it comes out, there’s nothing I can do to stop it. If it’s in a good mood, it will allow me to communicate with it telepathically. But if it doesn’t want to hear my thoughts, it just… puts me to sleep. I think. I don’t know how it works. Maybe it’s magic, I don’t know. But it makes me lose consciousness, it takes over completely, and when I wake up, I can’t remember anything, I can’t remember what I did because… well, technically, I didn’t do it.”
The Council members exchanged glances and nodded silently. I had a feeling that Wisteria’s story had just served as a confirmation. They had known about the Wolf Spirit because Officer Bough had told Marcia, sure. But it was more than that. It was as if they’d spent the past few weeks studying the Wolf Spirit, and now Wisteria was the missing link to their understanding of the beast. All the muscles in my body tensed, and I stepped closer, my protective instincts kicking in. And that was when I realized the detail that had been annoying me about the guards outside: they were carrying weapons. My stomach clenched. I’d seen their guns attached to their belts in passing and hadn’t thought much of it because I was so used to seeing all the officers at Dark Moon Prison armed. But now, I felt anxious and on edge. Why were they carrying their weapons inside the mansion? And the worst part was that I didn’t have mine.
“If I understand this correctly, Miss Sierra Carmine, are you pleading not guilty to the massacre of the Carmine Pack?”
“Y-yes. Not guilty.”
There was a moment of silence, and my hope that this would all end well returned somewhat. Then, the members of the Council all rose at once, and the oldest of them gave a verdict that I would’ve not imagined in a million years.
“Sierra Carmine, the Council of the Elders does find you guilty.”
“What?” She stood up too, as if getting ready to receive her sentence.
“You are guilty of the massacre of the Carmine Pack, as we consider the murderous Wolf Spirit entered your body for a reason. You are tainted. The beast could have only entered the most tainted wolf participating in the ritual, and that proves to us, to all present here,” he made a wide gesture with his hand, “that you are, indeed, guilty.”
I stepped behind Wisteria, growling deep in my chest. Right then, I heard the doors bang open, and I sensed the two armed guards in the room. In a split second, they were flanking me, their hands resting casually on their guns.
“Officer Stone, please stand down, or we will have you escorted out of the room,” the old man said.
“You’re making a mistake,” I said. “Didn’t you hear what she just said? None of it was her fault! That greedy, power-hungry bas
tard, Alpha Carmine, wanted the Spirit for himself. He got what he deserved!”
Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have said the last words.
“You’re the one who’s making a mistake, Officer Stone.” He turned to Wisteria, completely ignoring me from that moment on. “Your initial sentence was correct, Miss Sierra Carmine. You received the death penalty, and we are of the opinion that the sentence should have been carried out a long time ago. Alas, maybe this is a sign, and we would be fools to ignore it. The Council is giving you another chance at life. To lift the death penalty, all that we require of you is to offer yourself, your body and your mind, for study. Our scholars and scientists have been researching the Wolf Spirit for some time, and having you as their subject would help them tremendously. So, what do you say, Miss Carmine? Do you agree?”
