Taken and Teased (Warrior Elite Series Book 3) by V.T. Bonds

Author:V.T. Bonds [Bonds, V.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Veena

There’s no pleasure in this. Only humiliation, fear, and my body’s desperation for my alpha’s vitality.

My fingers meet no resistance, my womanhood eager for fulfillment. I have no say in the wetness pouring from me, nor can I deny the throbbing deep within my womb.

“Subject 186, raise your left hand toward the ceiling. Extend your elbow and reach as far as you can while keeping your heels flat on the floor.”

I slide my drenched fingers free as quickly as I can and lift my hand.

Panic freezes me when I spot the red fluid dripping down my forearm. The world shifts and my knees crack against the floor, but brutal fingers spear through my hair and prevent me from finishing my fall. I long to curl up into a ball and sob, the blood sending a horrible revelation through me.

My alpha’s seed has taken root, and during our first heat together, no less. A true miracle.

The pregnancy suffers without my alpha, though. By the amount of blood trailing down my arm, we may have already lost it.

All because of these people’s cruelty. I don’t even know what they want. I don’t want to understand their motivations.

I only want freedom, safety, and my alpha. Not in that order.

With my head held in place by gloved fingers, I cringe when another set of covered digits wrap around my left wrist and raise my arm, forcing my hand closer to Fek’s face.

I watch as his pupils shrink, the thick scent of my hormones nearly destroying his hold on reality, but my whimper urges him to continue his invisible support.

My drool drips off my chin and lands on my cold chest.

I’d wither away into a pile of ash if it weren’t for the epic well of fortitude he’s willing to share with me.

The female puppet master steps forward and presses a button on the side of Fek’s restraint. My hackles rise but fall just as quickly, the horrible situation dampening my natural omega instincts.

I hate how close the woman is to my alpha. I don’t want to share.

She leans down and removes the strap holding his hips to the strange furniture, waiting until it retracts into the side before pressing another button. The chair morphs into an upright table, forcing Fek into a standing position. She reaches under the strap above the one she just released and peels the weird fabric plastered to my alpha’s groin away.

His massive cock springs free and bobs in front of me, less than two inches away from my gaping mouth. My senses reel from his delicious scent, the pearly liquid gathering on his tip so wonderful a sob breaks free of my chest.

“Subject 186, lean forward and press your mouth over Subject 734’s cockhead. You may not touch him in any other way.”

Her command proves unnecessary as the hand in my hair thrusts me forward and mashes my stretched lips cruelly against my alpha’s cock.

“Subject 734, you have two minutes to give Subject 186 all the oral sustenance she needs to survive for the next six hours.

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