Jatix touched my chin in mock pity, his eyes delighted. I looked away. Then in two seconds, he spun me around. My bottom was turned to face him. I squirmed and tried to get out of his grasp, but it was useless. My boobs were squashed against his knees, covered in his stupid purple robe. He smelled of excessive men’s cologne.
He pulled up my dress, exposing my butt. I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I had lost it on Sam’s boat on the way here.
“What a beautiful plump bottom,” he said as he rubbed his palm over it. “You are ours, little omega. We have been waiting for you for a long time. Right men?”
“Yes,” one of the men answered in response.
“Who wants to see me open her up?” said Jatix.
“Spread her open, alpha Jatix,” said one of the men in a hitched voice. I could hear zippers unzipping and could see their pants start to drop. Watching me closely. My pussy was dripping despite my fear.
“First, she needs to be spanked. Right, little omega?” said Jatix.
“No,” I said. That earned me a swift hard spank to my left buttock. I yelped in pain. When the sting died down, he spanked me again on the opposite cheek. I squirmed in his lap, trying to rub my aroused pussy on his knee. His spanking made me more aroused, and my womb clenched painfully.
“Such a pretty bottom,” said Jatix. “It looks shocked and pink right now. I’ll spread you open for my men to take a look. Be a good girl and open up.”
I kept my knees together, refusing to open for them.
“I’m not your omega,” I stubbornly refused again. I thought about Grant and his rejection of me. I bit my lower lip, refusing to cry.
Suddenly the door crashed open, and the men were quickly pulling their pants up.
“What’s going on?” I heard Grant’s voice.
“What do you want, Grant?” asked Jatix, patting my butt to stay put. “The deal is done. We get to do whatever we want withouromega.”
“I reject the offer,” said Grant in his booming voice. “I’d like the omega back.”
“Ha, it’s too late,” said Jatix. “She’s a pretty little thing, and I actually really like her. You can have any of my beta females upstairs if you want. I don’t give a fuck about them.”
“I don’t want your betas.”
“Are you challenging me?”
“I am,” said Grant, not hesitating.
Jatix pushed me off his lap, and I scrambled up, pulling my dress down. Jatix tied his robes tighter around him, his body stiff with anger. I saw Wesley, Tony, and Sam enter the room after Grant.
My omega heart sang when I saw Grant and his pack again. Tony winked at me, and I smiled through my tears.
There was hope now. When Grant saw the tears in my eyes, he turned to Jatix. His gaze was ice. It looked like he was trying to compose himself, but then his face twisted up in a savage snarl.
“What’s wrong poor boy?” taunted Jatix.
“You fucker,” Grant growled with all the alpha power in his voice. Then he charged at Jatix.
“Back off,” screamed Jatix. But Grant was punching him repeatedly in the face.
All hell broke loose, and chaos erupted.
Bodies were being hurled and flying everywhere. The mansion erupted in the sound of shouts and broken furniture.
Tony ran towards me and pulled me towards safety.
“I need to get you to safety,” he said as we skirted around the fight and ran up the stairs. By the time we made it upstairs, I was out of breath, and I could see the living room had cleared out of all the naked ladies.
Tony opened a random door, and we barricaded ourselves inside the broom closet. There were cleaning supplies, and it smelled like soap and bleach. We were crammed in the tiny space, Tony’s large body inches from mine.