Dove
Isitasstill as a rock between a pair of dominant alphas, and my mind feels as if it’s spinning a mile a second.
They didn’t kill me in the end, after all. Instead, they decided to let me live a little bit longer just so they could kill me later, and how could anyone be so cruel?
I’d rather the alpha with the obsidian eyes had just killed me in the forest the moment he got his hands on me, but he chickened out. Well, so it seemed. I have no idea what came over him, and quite frankly, I don’t care.
I need to escape these alphas. ASAP.
The dark-eyed alpha’s grip tightens around my arm, and it’s as if he can read my thoughts. He’s cutting off my blood flow, and I wish I still had my shiv. I bet it’s sleeping at the bottom of the ocean right about now.
That thing saved my life.
The alpha’s hand is cold to the touch, and I’ve never met a more terrifying beast.
He truly is a monster. He makes the guards at the OCC look like circus clowns. These men are the real deal. They exude dominance at every level, and they are definitely from good breeding stock. Their mothers must have been terrific omegas.
Not like me. An omega who’s missing her goddamn shiv. All I want to do is stab one of them in the eye, then twist the handle.
Tina would have loved that.
Shit. I’ve only gone and named my shiv after a famous singer.
She simply was the best…
I have to stop with these obscene thoughts. I’m just nervous, that’s all. I am not going crazy. My mind is not slipping slowly into madness.
I can keep it together.
Their alpha scents drench my lungs, and I hold my breath. The last thing I want to do is end up grinding my ass against one of them again. I still remember what the cold-eyed alpha’s knot felt like, and I shudder, squeezing my thighs.
The sexual tension is so thick, you could cut it with a shiv. Well, not my shiv. That thing is long gone now.
They smell so freaking good, my traitorous omega body can’t handle it. Again, I just want to grind my pussy against one of their legs. The alpha got a little pissy with me earlier when I did it the first time around. Not on purpose, mind you. I’m an omega coming into her first heat and they are three dominant alphas.
It’s basic biology.
I’m worried I will offend him somehow, and then he will change his mind and just kill me here in the Jeep instead of waiting until later.
Sebastian. I think that’s the alpha’s name. The one who claimed me, allegedly.
He shares a name with a cartoon crab, and now I resist the urge to laugh as I imagine him singing Under the Sea. Crap. My mind is doing that stupid thing again when I’m nervous.
I’m having asinine thoughts.
Sebastian sends a strong wave of burnt coal my wave next, urging me to keep still, yet I can’t help it.
He shouldn’t sit so close.
I catch the scent of sun-baked grass now, and it appears the one on my left is sending me good vibes. His scent isn’t as dark and ominous as Sebastian’s, and I think he genuinely means to put me at ease.
He smells good too. So does the one at the wheel. He smells of dark chocolate and whiskey, and once again, I squeeze my thighs.
Slick drips between my legs.
The sun-baked alpha freezes beside me, and I must be spiking. Now the sweet smell of coconut fills the jeep, and I grit my teeth.
The driver sighs, something he does an awful lot, I’ve noticed, then opens a window. It looks like I’m stinking up the Jeep.