Chapter Two
Triss
Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I suffered.
My arousal was so strong that my wrists pulled at the rope binding them so tightly, desperate just to run my fingers over my nipples and in between my legs, to pinch my clit and make myself come in order to lessen the terrible ache that was surging through me.
Every inch of my body hurt. My legs were tense with arousal. My body burned with fever. I felt sick, as though I would explode at any moment. The wind caressed my nipples and teased the slick folds of my pussy, constantly reminding me that there was no one near to help alleviate this heat.
Perhaps I was doomed to suffer all alone on this pole. Maybe I would have to survive through an entire bout of estrous without a single touch. I whimpered, unable to hold back a single tear as they dripped down my cheeks.
I moaned as even more slick trickled down my legs. The wood beneath me was wet and I could smell myself permeating throughout the air. Even with the fresh air of the wilds, the scent of my arousal was strong.
I knew then that I was in the full throes of estrous.
I panted with desire, hoping and praying to the gods that someone would come for me soon. I needed alpha cock and I needed to come. Now.
I wanted nothing else. I didn’t care that I was being punished anymore, that the entire city could see how wet my pussy had become, and I really didn’t care about my vow for revenge anymore. I just wanted to be forced on my back and fucked like the omega I was.
A branch cracked in the distance and I lifted my head almost drunkenly.
“Please,” I begged, hoping against hope that an alpha had come for me.
The sound of someone crashing through the jungle made my heart jump with both excitement and fear. Within seconds, the form of a massive man emerged from the trees. I stared at him in wonder.
His hair was long and silver white. Darker strands of hair interwove with much lighter ones that shimmered under the light of the sun like a cascading waterfall. Intense yellow eyes met mine as his brow furrowed with seductive hunger. He was dressed in leather and metal, as though he was a mercenary who wandered the wilds. On the left side of his face was an angry red scar that drew down from the top of his forehead to the curve of his cheek, giving him a dangerous demeanor that should have made me nervous. Instead, I just wanted him to fuck me.
One thing was very clear. This man had seen battle and he had survived it again and again. He was strong and although his leather armor was thick, it was obvious that he carried himself with solid, well trained muscle. He rolled his lip toward me in dominance and then the sound of a gentle soothing purr emerged from his throat. His chin was covered in a thick white beard and a strong jawline hinted at his strength and ferocity.
He was the type of man that other men were afraid of. He was a true alpha and, in that moment, I wanted him. Badly.
My body reacted with a visceral urgency and I whimpered, spreading my legs as wide as I could for him. I sniffed the air and I could smell him. His scent was of smoke and fire and my slick poured down my thighs in response. He moved toward me, his stroll one of a man who was used to fighting in order make it through one day to the next.
The sound of a feral male growl cowed me, and I cried out, my omega nature demanding that I bow down to another. It was as though a weight had fallen on my shoulders and the only thing I wanted to do was fall to my knees in submission. The white-haired man hadn’t made the sound, but he stopped and turned his head, returning the ferocious growl as he crouched down, preparing for a fight.
Another man had entered the clearing. He was equally as big as the white-haired alpha, but he was shirtless, and it became exceedingly clear that he was from a different part of the wilds than the other. Thick, muddy paint drew across his shoulders, four lines drawing down his chest from either side. Tattoos covered his chest, likely marking victories in war. A thick belt composed of interlinking metal rings was slung across his hips, holding up loose brown leather pants. His chest was hard sculpted muscle that led down to lean hips, and I licked my lips, lifting my eyes to study his face.
Dark chocolate-brown hair was gathering into a thick ponytail at the base of his scalp. A thick beard covered his chin, gathered into another ponytail that was accented with thick metal beads down its length. Even darker eyes studied mine, hungry and practically feral.
He looked like a savage.
Both men looked incredibly dangerous and I drew in a shaky breath. Instead of looking at me, they stared at each other. Two strong alphas, vying for dominance and the right to claim and fuck me as their omega.
They exchanged vicious snarls, and then another man walked into the fray. I turned my head, watching as another massively sized alpha strolled toward me from the direction of the city gates.
Where the fuck had he come from?
I soon realized that he wasn’t from the wilds. He was from the city and he was equally as strong as the others. I had no idea why a man from Tharia was reacting to my presence because he should be well under the power of the airborne suppressant inside the domed city, but at this point, I really didn’t care. He was an alpha who would respond to me and hopefully help alleviate my heat.
His skin was a dark tan color that hinted of African descent. His eyes were a brilliant light green that looked to be flecked with yellow and his hair was a dark chocolate that was buzzed close to his scalp. His chin was shadowed with the hint of a beard, but that was also cut close to his skin. He strutted into the clearing with a confidence that only an alpha could pull off. He wore a fitted dark gray shirt that hugged the corded musculature of his body and he wore black slacks, with a thick belt complete with a machete and several knives. I studied his massive form and trembled under the intensity of his gaze.
“Please,” I begged, but the three alphas ignored me. Instead, they circled around each other, ready to burst forward and fight at a moment’s notice.
The smell of three alphas was driving me even more wild than before. My body tuned to their scent. Slick practically poured down my thighs, gathering in a puddle beneath me and staining the wood with my shame.
Fuck. I needed to come.
The three of them growled ferociously at one another and the omega within me cowered before them. My pussy clenched and my body simmered with lust. The air smelled of me and the three alphas and it was driving me insane.