Frenzy (The Omegaborn Trilogy 1)

We’d tried keeping the alpha and omega pair in our labs separate during the heat. The omega had screamed and sobbed for him, trying to use her own hands to find relief, but that didn’t help her. For days, she struggled until finally the alpha had been allowed to return to her. He had taken her hard for hours and hours until at least three days later, her heat had broken.

Since this wasn’t a natural estrous, I had no idea how long I would suffer. All I knew was that it would be all the more terrible and I squeezed my eyes shut in order to keep myself from crying in despair.

Several long minutes later, the train came to a stop and the trunk was lifted open. A big man grabbed me around the waist and threw me over his shoulder, my bound wrists and ankles keeping me from being able to fight.

I opened my eyes and found myself in the middle of the market. It was the weekend, and the place was packed with people.

I lay limp over top of him as he carried me toward center stage. Biting my lip, I watched as a small number of men surrounded the platform. The big guy carrying me dropped me on my ass and promptly produced a small dagger from his pocket. I flinched, expecting him to hurt me, but he simply cut the bonds around my knees and ankles. He then grabbed my arm and twisted me, cutting through the rope on my wrists.

I sighed with relief.

Then he began slicing through my clothes. I tried to smack his hand away, but four other men grabbed my arms and legs, forcing me to lie there while the other man cut through my clothes. First, he slashed through my shirt and then my pants, leaving me almost naked in just my white lace bra and panties.

I stared into his face and then, I finally recognized him. He was one of the men who had attacked us. The very same man who had killed Jasper right in front of my eyes.

“You fucking murdered my team,” I spat and he just grinned, before grabbing my nipple and pinching it harshly. I gritted my teeth and growled, but it didn’t seem to faze him.

I looked out into the crowd and I saw that they were watching. Some of them were whispering but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I imagined they were horrified.

Things like this didn’t happen in Tharia.

I squeezed my eyes shut when I felt the dull edge of the knife creep underneath my bra, right in between my breasts. With the slightest flick of his wrist, he sliced through the lace and my bra popped open, revealing my breasts to the air and to the rest of the crowd. He made quick work of my panties and then I was entirely naked.

One of them grabbed my arm tightly and I turned, only to see a pointed needle descending into my flesh. I cried out at the sudden pinch, but the liquid pushed into my veins all the same.

“What is that?” I whispered, horrified.

“A fifty-milligram dose of synthetic estrogen. Highly effective in inducing estrous in many omegas,” Triss said from behind me and I screamed out, whether in desire, pain, or fear, I didn’t know.

The four men holding me released my arms and legs and then the one with the knife pulled me to my feet. Then all of them retreated to the corners of the stage, leaving me bare and on display for the enormous crowd that had gathered in the market. I turned and stared into Triss’ vengeful eyes. She looked up and down my body with scorn. Then she looked out into the crowd, proud of her role in what was going to surely be my downfall.

I swallowed, my throat clamping with dryness. My tongue felt like cotton.

I wanted a glass of water.

I felt feverish, even as my body burned hotter and hotter still. It was as though a molten inferno was simmering inside of me and at any point, I would combust with arousal and pain. The ball of pleasure in my belly ached and I whimpered as one stab of desire followed by another twisted my body into a terrible and everlasting black hole of suffering and agony.

I was so alone.

I was so turned on.

I pressed my thighs together and wrapped my hands around my chest, crying out when my forearms pressed down over top of my tightened nipples.

My breasts hung heavy and I hugged around them, but my tight buds ached from the pressure. I bit my lip and my thighs began to quiver. Dropping down to my knees, I did my best to cover myself, but it seemed to do very little.

Synthetic hormones raged through my veins and I could feel every second of their effects. I knew my eyes were fully dilated, sensitive to the muted light from the sun that just barely broke through the opaque dome. My skin burned, every inch ignited with passionate desire and my core pulsed with it. My pussy tightened and my inner walls fluttered, begging to be fucked good and hard by my three mates.

The first drop of slick rolled down my inner folds and then down my inner thigh.

I moaned forlornly.

“Please, make it stop,” I begged but no one answered.

Where were my mates? I needed them. The pair bond between us throbbed, as though they were far away, but I couldn’t distinguish much of it. All I knew was that none of them were between my legs right now and I was close to losing my mind from the intensity of this heat cycle.

Every breath drew in and out of my lungs with ragged effort, leaving me breathless and hot from the exertion of it.

Every minute that passed, the more desperate I became. Slowly, my fingers wandered across my skin and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning quietly from the small sliver of relief I felt at my touch.