Anarchy, p.17
Anarchy, page 17
I started by drawing her into a kiss, my fingers finding the hem of her shirt. Her lips were soft against mine, and every touch was so earth-shattering it might be easy to forget we had an audience.
I dropped her top to the floor, ignoring the crowd's sounds as the sight of Crescent in a black lace bra was on display for the whole room.
Her head was tilted toward me as if she knew exactly where I was. I leaned down, kissing her again as I dragged her against me by her hips. Her legs wrapped around me, fingers tangling in my hair as I kissed her again.
There was a low groan in my chest at the contact she initiated, and I was lost for a moment with her. I stood, lifting her up, letting her cling to me as I turned, leaning back against the table instead and slowly drawing out of the kiss as I lowered her down, letting her find her footing.
I nipped her on the ear. “Deep breath, baby, you're doing so well.” My hands found her ass, and I squeezed before shifting to the hem of her pants. She nodded as if she knew what I was going to do.
I was slow in how I lowered myself, kissing down the pale skin of her body—her breasts, her stomach—as I carefully dropped my hands down her legs, taking her pants with them. She was more exposed than she'd ever been—to people she didn't know—but it felt like it was just us.
She was doing that.
With every touch, her reaction down the bond was a bolt of lightning, full of need, her nerves melting away like we were the only ones in the universe.
I was kneeling before a goddess.
“Fuck the little slut already!” A shout from watchers I’d almost forgotten about shattered the magic. Crescent's fist tightened on my shoulder as she heard that, her want for me breaking into a million pieces.
I growled, fury flaring as I got to my feet. I leaned close, my voice a whisper just for her. “Do you want that alpha watching while I claim you?”
She tilted her head toward me as I drew back. With her eyes squeezed shut still, she shook her head.
“Your wish is my command,” I breathed as I broke our kiss. She frowned, head tilting, though she still didn't dare open her eyes.
I turned us both, lifting her and setting her on the table, then stepping back.
I approached the crowd, gripping the bars of the cage, pressing my forehead to them as I stared out into what was mostly darkness.
“I won't touch her until that cunt is out.”
There was a groan or two, but then I heard a shuffle. “Get your performers under control, Dominic,” someone said.
There were a few laughs, and then Dominic stepped up to the cage. He flipped a blade in his fist, pressing the tip beneath my chin through the bars. There was a smoke between his lips and a crooked grin on his face. “Are you refusing to perform, Sin?”
“Looks like it.” I tilted my head, letting the edge of the blade slice just a little through my skin across my jaw. The pain sent a shot of adrenaline through my veins, a spike of the fury I'd felt since I'd heard that voice. “She wants him gone, and she gets what she wants.”
It was a gamble but worth it, and I knew that this was the most unique show they'd ever hosted. There was no way I wouldn't leverage that.
Redgrave considered me for a long moment, eyes tracing the knife, then the conviction in my eyes.
“My omega. My show. My fucking pace.”
Dominic chuckled, turned around, and waved at someone in the crowd. I rested my forehead on the bars, waiting until the furious prick had been dragged out.
I glanced back. Crescent was clutching the edge of the table, her eyes squeezed shut. “Anyone else want to tell me how to fuck my omega?”
There were a few laughs, but no one said anything.
I let go of the bars and returned to her.
Finally, a pretty golden eye shone through a break in her lashes as she looked up at me. That colour was beautiful and so bright in this dark, cursed place.
I’d dreamed of them like little lanterns in the darkness every night since we found her.
“You're mine, Little Firefly,” I told her, a perfect name finally rolling from my tongue. “And this is ours, not theirs.”
I shifted her back on the table further before jumping on after her. Then I lowered her back, palm cupping the back of her neck as snow-white hair splayed around her, almost glowing in the white lights. Her chest heaved as I pressed her against the table, caging her in.
“All you have to do is lie like this and let me take care of you,” I whispered. She nodded, and again I felt a flood of relief breaching her nerves through the bond.
I reached down to the lace, pressing my finger beneath it and cupping her heat. I heard her breath hitch, head shifting a little, as if unsure what to expect.
“You're soaked.” Her pale cheeks flushed crimson. I loved the contrast of her unusually light skin and rouge blushes dappling over her skin and giving her nerves away. She didn’t look like anyone I’d ever seen, with moonlight hair that matched even her eyelashes and brows. But we were an oddball pack, feral alphas, an omega with crimson eyes, a seer… she was a perfect fit for us.
For me.
She let out a little gasp as I pressed a finger into her.
“Sin,” she breathed, fingers lacing into my hair.
“Yes, Firefly?” I asked.
I felt a little flare of warmth from her in the bond at the name. “More,” she whispered.
I grinned, speeding up, slipping a second finger into her and working her to the core.
“See, baby, you know exactly what to do.”
I wasn't as furious now we were here. Not like I'd felt when Dominic had dragged us in.
Her fingers wove through my hair, digging in as I drove my fingers into her cunt, and it wasn't a lie.
This was ours.
She was my omega, and it felt as though I was staking that claim before the whole of Anarchy in a way that they'd never forget.
The desire was so strong it felt like it consumed me, but that happened sometimes. I burned with instincts that, in practice, I could never understand. I'd been born an omega, with no way to follow up outside of performances in cages. Forever, it felt like I’d be on the back foot, without a way to protect myself—or her—if any one of the many webs of control broke down.
And yet, this possessiveness choked me; I felt it with her as I did with my pack.
Incongruent with the reality I was given.
But that desire to claim—it was different now. The cage was the claim this time—not the means to protection I couldn’t offer any other way.
I watched her shiver. “That's it, Little Firefly, come for me.”
A whine echoed through the room as my thumb found her clit, and she crested an orgasm beneath my touch—without even needing a dark bond command.
This cage didn't lock us in; it kept them out, as I made sure they all knew who she belonged to.
24
CRESCENT
Sin wasn't like anyone I'd ever met.
Not like the alphas I was falling for, not like any of the omegas back in the Convent, or even the ones who prowled these halls.
After I came down from the first orgasm, everything changed.
His claim on me was absolute—my mate. And somehow, I felt safer here with him than I ever had. He couldn't use the power of the dark bond over me like my alphas could, but I couldn't stop listening to what he told me.
It was easier, in the darkness and the sound of his voice, to ignore the scents in the room—the eyes I knew were locked on us. I felt a rare spike of gratitude for my terrible eyesight—even when I accidentally glanced over at them, I couldn’t make out much.
But I was being claimed before a whole crowd of alphas.
Telling them who I belonged to—and for the first time in my life, I had somewhere I truly belonged.
Someone I belonged to—and he wanted me.
There was adrenaline in my veins as that truth finally settled in.
“You're so beautiful, Little Firefly,” he told me.
I couldn’t help the flutter in my heart at that name.
His fingers dug into my waist, lifting me. “I want you looking at me, Crescent.”
I felt the tip of his cock touch my entrance. For a moment, my mind flashed back to the only other time I'd felt that—as Luke Anderson had pressed it to my lips in my room. I shivered, remembering the darkness there too—the blindfold, and my eyes squeezed shut in terror.
I didn't want that here—not with him.
He was mine.
My perfect mate.
I opened my eyes at last, and the bright lights of the cage burned for a moment. Then I was looking into those beautiful crimson eyes.
His smile looked almost as if it caught him by surprise. “You're so perfect,” he breathed, pressing his tip further in. I bit my lip, a low moan slipping out before I could stop it.
My nerves were alight with the contact, though—not panicked or afraid, because he wasn't.
This was his. He'd got rid of the alpha who'd said that horrible thing. They wanted what he could give—what both of us could give.
A low, hot pain caused my breath to catch in my chest as he entered me, even slowly—he just felt so big, stretching me out.
He paused, eyes holding mine as he drew back. I shook my head, a whine of desperation slipping out. The pain was nothing compared to how much I needed him.
I reached up, cupping his neck, my eyes wide. “Sin!”
He leaned down and caught me off guard, his lips crushing mine as he pressed in all the way. My whine had nothing to do with the pain, as he gave my body something I'd needed for too long.
Something I didn’t want from anyone but this pack.
He drew out, slowly enough that I let out another desperate moan. “More.” The world wasn't making sense. I could barely remember where I was.
All I knew was that my mate wasn't fucking me properly.
I think I saw him fully lose it as I begged that of him, the last sane glittering lights dying in crimson eyes.
Next thing I knew, he’d caught my breast in his teeth and bit down, a low growl in his throat.
I felt a bond light between us. Omegas could bite each other—it wasn’t permanent like an alpha’s bite, but it created a strong emotional connection.
This was like nothing I could have ever imagined, and I truly, completely, couldn’t see, or feel, or even remember anyone else in the world but him.
SIN
The moment I bit her, she changed. The last dregs of nerves vanished as her nails dug into my skin, eyes wide and unafraid as they held mine, beautiful glittering orbs of gold.
Anarchy was a prison full of filthy, rutting alphas, and the soft moans of this angel were like tendrils of light cascading across a trench that had never known anything but darkness.
The bond between us was explosive.
We were suspended together, the onlookers no longer capable of taking up space in my mind while I claimed my mate, but I knew what a show this would be.
She was a sight to behold, skin on full display, back arched as they watched an omega claim her first time. Every sweet sound she made, it was pure and natural, nothing performative.
Her golden eyes were wide as she looked up at me, her pupils quivering ever so slightly, side to side, which only added to the desperation I felt from her. Every inch of our skin that made contact was a shot of ecstasy rippling across each nerve ending.
It was easy to forget where we were—or how we'd gotten here. It was easy to forget my own name as I drove into her, watching her arch beneath me, breathing quick, a glitter of sweat across her forehead.
I finished once, buried deep in her sweet cunt, filling her until it was dripping out between each thrust.
It sent her absolutely feral, letting out the most desperate sound the moment she felt it, her eyes rolling back as she shuddered from another orgasm. I think she'd been close, but it had pushed her over the edge.
As a male omega, my cum was both in excess and an aphrodisiac in itself. I could also go a few times before I was done.
“You want me to go harder, Little Firefly?”
“Uh huh.” Her eyes were dazed, her nails digging into my arms where she gripped me.
That was good, both because I wanted to ruin her until I couldn't anymore, and because there was a certain expectation of how this performance might go.
Sometimes, the tangled scents of the onlookers cracked the bubble I was in, but mostly, it felt like me and her.
I drew out of her, fixated on the way my cum leaked from her hole, already feeling a feral need to fill her again.
I dropped down from the table and tugged her to the edge, lifting her in my arms and setting her down. There, I kissed her, loving how her fingers crept to my cheeks again, letting me explore her mouth, fingers tangling in her hair.
Then I gently turned her around, touching the small of her back, the other hand in her hair as I pressed her forward. She gripped the edge of the table with one hand, turning her head, eyes seeking me for a moment, then squeezing shut when all she found were the bars.
This was a sight I'd never forget.
Her perfect body bent over for me. She was still breathing hard, and her back arched as she went on her tiptoes as she felt my fingers drop to her entrance.
She was a goddess.
I paused for a moment, feeling another surge of instincts as I considered this moment was shared. At the thought of every alpha in this room wanting this just like I'd have it.
My claim.
My warning.
Impossibly, I believed to the core of my being that if anyone tried to take her from me, I'd destroy them.
The thought, as irrational as it was, was an absolute pillar among my rampaging instincts.
So with my fist still gripping her hair, I pressed my length back against her and drove back into my omega.
She gasped again, arching back against me, desperate and needy. “Good girl,” I breathed, leaning close, whispering the next words just for her. “You're taking me so well and keeping our pack safe.”
I could feel her through the bond, no longer afraid, instead a storm of need—for me.
She was mine.
VANDLE
The way Sin was fucking Crescent was definitely not the way you were supposed to fuck a virgin, but I couldn't take my eyes from them.
Nor could I imagine a world in which it went any differently.
She wanted him. I could feel her need in the bond, almost sweeping me away. And the noises she was making turned my blood to lava.
Fuck, they were a beautiful pair, and it was almost enough to make me forget that we were in a room filled with other alphas who were watching the same thing I was–or that we’d spent the last while in the Redgraves’ clutches without any idea where both of our omegas were.
Sin was tall and well-built for an omega, and she was... well, she was so easily dominated by him. Especially now as he pinned her to the table, claiming her from behind, a low growl in his throat as he bent over her, fingers cupping her neck in an almost loving way as he wrecked her.
If adjusting to him had been difficult, it was short lived. Even without feeling what she felt down the bond, it was clear—the sounds she was making were far from uncomfortable.
Her bra was hanging from the side of the table, her full breasts bouncing with every thrust, half crushed against the metal. I couldn’t take my eyes from the red bite he’d left, a claim to match the dark bond on her neck.
I wanted to be the one making her shake like that… Making her desperate for me like that.
I’d never seen it myself, but I understood why it was appealing for other packs to watch Sin ruin their omegas. He had an edge to him, something that had my instincts bristling, and seeing him in action made it more potent than ever.
“How, exactly, do we avoid killing every alpha in this room?” Phantom asked, voice low enough that it was just for me and Karma. Right. Karma had watched—but this was Phantom’s first, and he seemed about to crack.
I looked to Karma, because I sure didn't fucking know.
I knew, if I focused for more than two seconds on the audience in this room, I might lose control of my aura—and Redgrave thugs lingered right beside us, ready to toss us out if we did.
Karma, who hadn't taken his eyes from the two omegas in the cage, looked like he was considering.
“Haven't worked that part out.”
“Haven't you?” I asked, startled. “What do you do with Sin?”
“I keep count.”
“Count of what?” I asked.
“One day he'll pay those dues.” Karma looked so damned calm, as if that made complete sense.
“Sin?” Phantom demanded.
“Uh... yep?” Karma spared me a glance. “Can't go around fucking other packs without debt.”
“Does he know this?” Phantom asked.
Karma shrugged. “I think so.”
“So who's... paying for this one?”
Karma narrowed his eyes as if I'd handed him a difficult math equation. “I... don't know yet.” He shot the rest of the room a glance like he wanted nothing more than to start ripping their necks out with his teeth.
Phantom didn't look satisfied with any of the answers—which I got.
“I'll tell you one thing, though,” Karma added. “It's a lot easier not to be mad if you actually watch.”
As if on cue, Crescent let out a low whine. My eyes snapped back to her just in time to see another climax. Sin still had her pinned against the table, fist closed tight around her neck as he held her against him, driving into her with deep strokes. By his own parted lips and fist clinging to the table edge, he was finishing too—again.
Fucking again.
But it was impossible to take my eyes from them now I'd looked back. I wanted to carve all of it into my memory. Her expression as she sagged, the way she was trembling, the tense clench to his jaw as he finished in her.
Phantom actually let out a frustrated whine, but I got it. I wanted that. I wanted her shaking beneath me. It was agonizing, knowing everyone in this room was seeing the same thing.
