by D. J. Heart
“Not unusually so,” Jaxton said. He gave Mason’s arm a harsh yank, making him cry out in pain as his shoulders were pulled back. “But I think you offended him.”
Both alphas laughed like that was ridiculous. Like dignity for an omega was a joke.
Closing his eyes and feeling more furious than ever, Mason knew without a doubt that Chris and Mick would save him. And when they did, Jaxton was going to rue the day he ever laid eyes on Mason.
“Fine, you have a deal,” the slick alpha said, giving in to his obvious desire. Jaxton dropped Mason’s arms and let him stumble to his knees, kicking him down onto his belly and stepping over him.
“Fantastic. I’ll have him sent over as soon as payment is received.” He walked the alpha out of the room, leaving Mason on the floor.
This was his chance. Jumping to his feet, Mason rushed over to the desk. All he needed to do was call Chris and his alpha would come rescue him. Bending down, he used his nose to nudge the receiver off the base and dial Chris’s number. Drool dripped out of his open mouth as he worked, but that was unavoidable.
Once he was done dialing he listened for the ring.
Nothing happened. There line was dead, and Mason felt his already speeding heart accelerate. Pushing down on the receiver with his nose, he got the dial tone back.
Had he hit the wrong numbers? He didn’t think so. Maybe he needed to dial out to call an outside number?
He tried the number again, this time with a zero in front, and got the same result. He pushed down on the phone and got the dial tone back for the third time, bending down and trying with a nine instead.
As he finished dialing, the door opened and Jaxton walked back into the room.
“Hello?”
Mason heard Chris’s voice just as Jaxton stormed at him. Jaxton let out a roar of anger and took him down with a punch to the side of his head.
“You little fucker!” Jaxton growled, kicking him in the ribs and slamming the receiver down on the base of the phone, kicking him again. “Who the fuck was that?”
Mason glared up at the alpha, unable to answer with the spreader gag in his mouth. Jaxton bent down and unfastened the buckle behind his head and ripped the gag out. He repeated his question.
“My alpha, you fucker. He’s going to kill you!” Mason growled.
Jaxton smirked, rising up to his full height with a condescending look on his face.
“Right. Your alpha.” His tone was mocking. Then he narrowed his eyes. “Who did you call? Really.”
Mason clenched his jaw shut and glared. Then it occurred to him that it was probably better if Jaxton didn’t believe him. That way he wouldn’t be prepared when Chris came for him.
“My mom,” he said, looking down like he was feeling defeated. “Her nurse picked up.”
Jaxton grabbed him by the hair and dragged him across the floor toward the cage in the corner of the room, shoving him inside and kicking his behind to get him in the rest of the way.
“Do you know who just bought you?” Jaxton asked, bending down and staring into his cage with a mean grin. Mason turned around and faced the alpha, pulling his knees up to his chest and leaning against the back of the cage. He shook his head.
“That was Dylan Salt. I used to sell him an omega a month, back when I was in the business full time. Do you know what he does with them?”
Mason closed his eyes, but Jaxton barreled on.
“He tortures them, bringing them right to the brink of death, and then keeps them there. He gets off on seeing how much an omega can survive before they die.”
Mason shuddered, wishing he could put his hands over his ears so that he wouldn’t have to listen. Jaxton laughed, and Mason clenched his eyes shut.
That wouldn’t happen to him, he told himself. Chris would find him, save him, and kill both Jaxton and Dylan before they had time to touch so much as a hair on his body.
He had to believe that.
***
Chapter 36
Chris had just finished calling around to all the local hospitals when an unknown number rang his phone. Heart leaping in his chest, he accepted the call and lifted the phone to his ear.
“Hello?” he asked, frantic with worry. There was no reply, but then he heard a scuffle and an angry sounding alpha calling out before the call disconnected.
Chris stared at his phone for all of two seconds before doing a reverse lookup of the number, fury like he’d never felt before welling up inside of him.
Mason had to have placed the call, and it had obviously put him in danger.
Someone had taken his omega. Closing his eyes, Chris thanked God he hadn’t gone with Mick.
It would have been his brother all over again.
The number belonged to an office building downtown, leased to an international shipping company.
Chris ran to his car and got behind the wheel, hitting the accelerator and pulling away from the curb with a screech.
There was no time to waste. Ten minutes later and Chris was pulling up on the street where the office building was located. They were in the financial district, and Chris wondered what an omega trafficker was doing storing Mason here.
Stopping his car on the curb outside the six-story building where Mason was being held, Chris grabbed his gun out of the glove compartment and ran inside. He stopped outside the doors leading up to the stairways, wondering where he should start looking.
He looked around, eyes landing on a building directory hanging by the elevators. He ran over, scanning down the list of businesses in the building until he saw Jax Shipping Solutions.
They were on the fourth floor. Running up the stairs, quiet despite his speed and the heavy tread of his boots, he held his gun at the ready and moved out of the stairway and into the lobby shared by Jax Shipping Solutions and Morgan Real Estate Holdings.
The door leading into Jax Shipping Solutions was unlocked, and the hallway behind it deserted. There were only four offices, two on either side of the short hall, and Chris started on the first one to the left. The door opened into an empty office, and Chris quickly backed away.
The first door on the right was locked, so Chris put his ear against the door and tried to hear something. He wished he’d brought his lock picking kit, but he hadn’t been thinking when he left.
The second door on the right was open, leading into another empty office. Chris turned around and walked over to the second door on the left, pushing down on the handle with his gun at the ready.
“Hey, what are you doing?” a portly alpha sitting behind a heavy desk shouted, looking furious. Chris ignored him and looked around the room, a growl erupting from his chest at the sight of the cage in the corner. Mason was inside, and that was all Chris needed to see.
He shot the alpha sitting behind the desk in the head, closing and locking the door behind him before rushing over to get Mason out.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, yanking on the padlock. Not bothering to look for the keys he used his gun to shoot the lock open, immediately regretting it when Mason jumped back in shock.
“Hey, you’re okay,” he said, reaching into the cage and pulling Mason out. Remembering the last time he’d pulled Mason out of a cage, before they bonded, he felt a rush of shame that nearly brought him to his knees.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling Mason to his feet. Seeing the black eye Mason was sported he couldn’t help a growl from building in his chest.
Mason nodded. “I’m… yeah. He kicked me, but I’m not hurt.”
“Is there anyone else here?” Chris asked, leading Mason over to the desk and setting him down. Mason’s shirt was bunched up around his wrists, and his pants were pulled down around his knees.
That Mason been forced to bare himself like this for another alpha made Chris’s gut clench.
Mason shook his head. “He was going to sell me to another alpha. Dylan Salt.”
Mason started shaking, so Chris pulled up his pants and untied his wrists, pulling his shirt
back over his shoulders and bringing him in for a hug.
“He said Dylan was going to torture me,” Mason said. “That he liked seeing how long it would take before I died.” Mason looked up at him with wounded eyes.
Chris’s mind went blank for a second, his fury overwhelming him.
“How did this happen?” he asked. It was hard to speak he was so angry. He didn’t understand how Mason had gone from getting breakfast to being held hostage by an omega trafficker.
“He was the one who I borrowed money from,” Mason said, nodding toward the dead alpha. “I guess he saw me here and he decided to take me back. He didn’t believe me when I said I had an alpha.”
Mason sounded like he was in shock, and Chris held him tighter. He could be angry later. Now he needed to be there for his omega.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight again, ever,” he promised. Mason didn’t complain, hiding his face in Chris’s chest and clinging tight.
***
After holding Mason for a few minutes, Chris drapes his coat over the omega’s shoulders and carried him out of the building and into his car. There was a parking ticket folded up under the windshield wiper, but Chris didn’t care. He grabbed it and shoved it in his pocket to deal with later.
“Let’s just go home, okay?” he said, giving Mason’s neck a squeeze before starting the car.
“That sounds nice,” Mason said.
“So other than this Dylan guy, is there anyone else I need to go after?” Chris asked.
“There were two guys who grabbed me,” Mason said. “But I only saw them for a little bit. They knocked me out, and then when I woke up I was in Jaxton’s office.”
Chris would find out who the two alphas were and deal with them, but for now he would stay with Mason. Dylan Salt he would go after once Mick was home, and he’d show the alpha exactly how much fun it was to be tortured.
Chris was pretty sure he could keep the evil bastard alive for longer than he’d ever managed with any of his victims.
They got back to the house, and Chris helped Mason inside. Once they were through the door he stripped Mason naked, the scent of other alphas clinging to him, and pushed the omega against his chest.
Mason tried to hide his face in the cleft between Chris’s pecs, so Chris decided to let him hide completely. He stretched the ends of his leather jacket around to Mason’s back, and zipped it up until Mason’s head and torso were trapped between the supple leather and Chris’s hard body.
With Mason feeling safe and protected, his breathing slow and even, Chris leaned against the wall and pushed his thigh between Mason’s leg, letting him sit on it. He petted Mason through the leather of his jacket, letting him calm down and feel safe for a few minutes.
When he unzipped his coat, Mason peered up at him with an almost drunk expression. Chris slid down to the floor, pulling Mason with him and into his lap.
“That was nice,” Mason said, reaching up and putting his hand on Chris’s pec. He just held it there, feeling the hard muscle underneath.
“Feeling better?” Chris asked. He put his hand back on Mason’s neck, squeezing gently as he used his other hand to rub his back.
Mason nodded. Then he leaned in and mumbled something against Chris’s chest.
“What?” Chris asked, not understanding what he was saying. Mason pulled his head back and spoke again.
“I said… I want you to knot me. I just… I need it.”
Chris’s cock, already semi erect from Mason sitting on his lap, hardened against the denim of his jeans so fast it hurt. His balls felt full and heavy, and Chris cleared his throat.
“I… If that’s what you want, of course I’ll knot you,” he said. “Are you sure?”
He didn’t want to take advantage if Mason wasn’t in the right headspace.
“I’m sure. I really want it,” Mason said, rubbing his face into Chris’s neck and grinding his ass down on the bulge in Chris’s pants.
Chris couldn’t say no to that. He lifted Mason up in his arms and carried him up the stairs, putting him gently down on the bed before stepping back and stripping.
He would give his omega what he needed.
***
Mason watched as Chris stripped down, eyes flitting from his rounded pecs to the width of his shoulders, following the V of his torso down to the magnificent cock jutting out of a dark patch of pubic hair.
This was his alpha. His protector.
With Chris between him and the door, Mason felt safe.
Chris reached down and took himself in his hand, stroking his length as he watched Mason with dark eyes. He was breathing deeply, nostrils flaring as he scented the air for Mason’s arousal.
Mason’s cock throbbed, his hole wetting with slick in anticipation of the coming invasion. He couldn’t wait to feel Chris’s thick length filling him up and making the rim of his ass stretch and burn.
He waited for Chris to pounce, to jump on the bed and flip Mason onto his belly and blanket him with his muscular body, but it didn’t happen. Chris moved forward slowly, graceful and entirely in control, and crawled up on the mattress. He moved forward until his face was just an inch away from Mason’s own, his breath tickling Mason’s nose, before pushing Mason down on his back and climbing on top of him.
Mason looked up at the alpha taking up his whole field of vision, just breathing and waiting obediently for his alpha to act. He felt submissive and fragile, and he needed Chris to take control.
He wanted to feel the evidence of Chris’s physical prowess and strength.
“Tell me what you want,” Chris said, pushing his knees down between Mason’s thighs and lifting his legs up so that his knees were touching his chest. Gasping, feeling tingly and almost like he was watching himself from outside his body, Mason had trouble speaking.
“I want you to fill me up. Show me I’m yours,” he said at last, baring his desires and trusting his alpha enough to be vulnerable. “Show me what a strong alpha you are.”
Chris’s closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath, pushing Mason’s knees down into his chest. Mason was completely helpless and vulnerable, but he felt safer than ever.
Chris angled his hips so that his leaking cock was pressing against Mason’s rim, and without any warning he started shoving his length inside. He was slow and steady, making Mason take the big length one unforgiving inch at a time.
When he bottomed out he reached down and pushed his arms behind Mason’s back, leaning in for a kiss, and picked him up off the bed. He lifted him over to the wall, licking into Mason’s mouth the whole time.
Mason smiled. It seemed Chris was taking the whole strong alpha thing very literally, but he wasn’t complaining.
With his legs pushed up and his arms pinned to his side, caught in Chris’s grip, all Mason could do was feel the cock inside of him and let Chris plunder his mouth. When Chris started pulling his hips back, moving his cock in and out of Mason’s hole, there was no way for him to push his ass back to meet him.
He was completely at Chris’s mercy, and he loved it. Chris fucked him slow and methodically, rubbing over his prostate and driving him crazy with lust. After half an hour, Chris moving them around the room and manhandling Mason like he weighed nothing, he couldn’t take it any more. Without even touching his cock, Mason came all over his abs, his balls pulling up tight and his seed spilling from his cock in a series of spurts that were only made better by Chris’s continued assault on his prostate.
“Alpha, alpha, alpha…” Mason moaned, closing his eyes and rubbing his face against Chris’s neck. He felt so good it almost hurt.
Chris’s rhythm stuttered, and for the first time his slow even thrusts started speeding up.
It was just right.
“Oh, yeah, alpha… fuck me,” Mason moaned. “Harder, please. Fuck me harder!”
Chris lost it. He dropped Mason down on the bed on his back, legs still folded up against his chest, and started drilling into Mason’s ass like a jackhammer.
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The brutal pounding made Mason’s sensitive prostate scream, and Mason closed his eyes and threw his head back in ecstasy. This was how an alpha fucked. Brutal. Hard. Rough.
Mason was in heaven. There was no room in his mind to think about the bad things that had happened, only the cock in his hole and the knot that would soon be filling him up.
“I’m gonna come,” Chris warned, his thrusts increasing in speed. He leaned down and bit Mason on the junction between his neck and shoulder, blunt teeth almost drawing blood.
