Resistant Omegas 5: Dewey by Joyee Flynn (black books to read .txt) 📗

“May I partake in my prize, Alpha?” Taggart asked as he stared at my hole and ignored me as a person. “The sex of the hunt is only fun if I’m still wound up from it.”

“Yes, yes, fuck him until he passes out if you wish.”

Taggart didn’t hesitate, slamming into me with all he had. I played the game and screamed out in pretend pain. The truth was there was only a slight burn because Ryan had used me badly. I knew to stretch myself out before the hunts because no one ever took the time to prepare me. Taggart had once and it had almost blown everything for us.

“Stop fucking him with everything other than your dick, Ryan,” Taggart said dangerously with a grunt. “You’re going to damage him in a way he can’t recover from. His hole is so abused and sore I can feel the heat of the reknitting muscles on my cock.”

I blushed, unable to hide my embarrassment at his statement. I turned my head in shame, squeezing my eyes shut. Taggart had to be distant or we’d be found out and he wanted the Alpha to hear how Ryan had abused me. I understood all of this… It just didn’t make my pain being aired out like that for all to hear any easier.

“Fine,” Ryan huffed as the Alpha shot him a dirty look. “I’ll only fuck him with toys meant to be used that way and my dick. No more baseball bats or anything out of the ordinary.”

Taggart’s thrusts lost their rhythm at that last statement and his hold on my hips tightened. I knew what that meant. He was on the edge of control to not tear out Ryan’s throat. I was scared he would really do it right then so I decided to distract him. Tightening the muscles in my ass, I heard the man I love give a guttural groan.

The focus was back on me then as he pounded away into my body. It felt fantastic because it was Taggart. In reality I was too sore, too broken, and too humiliated for sex right then. But it was Taggart. If I let myself get lost in the moment I could have gotten an erection and come. That would make me look less like the unwilling participant so I didn’t.

“You’re not screaming,” Taggart accused as he grabbed my chin in his hand. My eyes snapped open and I saw the love for me shining in his before he hid it away. “Do you want it harder? I could fuck you much harder until you do scream if you want.”

“No, it’s hard enough if you are enjoying it,” I whispered as I spread my legs wider for him. The angle changed and I pretended it hurt, letting out a howl of pain. Moments later the man of my dreams threw back his head and roared as he filled me with his release.

“I declare the hunt over,” the Alpha said loudly as his eyes raked over our naked bodies. “See everyone next week for another turn at the pleasure and power the Omega gives.”

And with that, we were done. For one week I could live with and love Taggart the way I wanted in the safety of his home. The pack had bought the show and would never be the wiser.

Everyone started to leave and Taggart pulled out of me. Then he lifted me over his shoulder as he stood, bitching that Ryan had broken my ankles and now he had to carry my ass all the way back to his car. He would have done it anyways, but we had to keep up appearances.

And honestly, I was so damn sore and hurt from the healing broken bones and bruises Ryan had given me that I didn’t mind being carried like a sack of potatoes if it got me off my feet. Taggart had longer legs than most being six eight and we were one of the first to reach the area where everyone parked. It was amusing to see us stand next to each other since I was only five two… Almost five three.

He dumped me in the passenger’s seat after he pulled his shorts and shoes off of it. Taggart quickly pulled them on and jogged over to the driver’s side and got in. A few minutes later we were pulling out of the pack lands onto the main road.

“You okay?” He whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. Glancing over, I saw a stray tear run down his cheek. “How bad did it hurt?”

“I’m fine, Tag,” I answered as I reached for his hand. He intertwined our fingers and gave me a squeeze. “I’ll be back to normal tomorrow. It’s just that Ryan had me for the week and then Beta Jasper wanted a quick go with me before I got handed off to someone else.” I groaned mentally for letting that tidbit slip out.

“That’s why your ass was so tender. That bastard was cutting you again to use your blood as slick—”

“I’m fine,” I said, interrupting him. I didn’t want him rehashing in his mind what had happened to me. Yes, Jasper was a sick fuck, but I’d heal. I always did even if sometimes it left scars.

“You’re not fine!” Taggart shouted as he pulled into his driveway. “You can’t keep living like this, Dewey! It’s not right. If we get away from the pack I won’t be drugged anymore and I could protect you.”

“Tag,” I sighed as I undid my seat belt and opened the door. I didn’t know what else to say because this was the same fight we always had. Before I could even get out of the car he was there lifting me into his arms as if I was the most precious cargo in the world. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” He buried his face in my hair and shook with silent sobs.