7. Lucy

I'd callhim whatever he wanted if he just let me come and they both knew it. I could try to fight them, tell them anything but that, and maybe I would have if Cas hadn't brought me right to the edge twice now and then left me there like he was punishing me.

Was that the point of all this? Were they punishing me for sneaking down here and finding out they were just as ruthless as the person who'd killed Gideon?

"I'm sorry." The breathless words were too close to a whine for comfort, but I was ready to break down if this wasn't enough, snap my wrists if I had to and pounce on the cocks they kept stroking. "I'm sorry I came down here, but I don't care. I don't care."

Panting, I tried to force my body to relax, but it refused and I tried to push closer to Cas, desperately hoping he'd finally lose control.

"I don't care, Alpha. Just make me come. Please. I need you to make me come before it kills me."

"God, you make me crazy," Cas growled, his hand picking up speed as he leaned forward.

"I like you crazy." I gasped when he gently kissed my clit. "Don't be soft, Alpha. Show me your crazy. Please…I need it."

"Such a good girl," Liam praised, tilting my head up to look at him. "I try to remind Cas he's more of a legacy alpha than most, but you're the only one who's ever called him Alpha, Lucy."

I refused to risk it this time. I needed this orgasm more than I needed my dignity. "Can I come, Alpha? Will you let him give it to me?"

Liam's sharp grin should have terrified me, but all I could feel was relieved.

"I'll give you whatever you want, Lucy. Because you're mine." Liam stroked his cock harder and faster as he leaned down to lick the tears from my cheek. "You're my perfect little omega, aren't you?"

Cas thrust his fingers inside of me, his tongue diving in and out, driving me even higher than before. It was too much and still not enough.

"Aren't you?" Liam scraped his teeth along my jaw, his words almost as breathless as mine.

"Yes—yes! I am. I am—oh god yes." I tried to curl my body around Cas to brace myself, but between him and Liam I was stuck in the position they wanted me in. There was nothing I could do against their strength, their skill. "Fuck, yes, right there—please."

Cas sucked hard, letting me ride his face and set the pace as I fought to get closer and closer to that edge.

Finally, it hit me and my eyes rolled back, eyelids fluttering at the explosion of sensation – both pleasure and pain. It was one of the best orgasms of my fucking life and I was pretty fucking sure it was going to kill me.

There was just too much. I couldn't take it. The way he built me up for so long made it unbearable no matter how good it felt. It was a new level of pleasure that I was completely unprepared for and my body twitched with each swipe of his tongue.

It barely even registered when something warm hit the side of my face and neck, smelling like sweet oranges and sandalwood. I turned my head to the side, closing my eyes as Cas refused to stop. My body was shaking so hard the chains rattled and I couldn't remember the last time I'd inhaled.

God it felt so fucking good I almost considered the torture worth it. Denying my orgasm like that was agonizing, even when they finally gave it to me, because there was nothing that could compare to the sensation of them inside me – filling me with their cum and knots.

Cas moved, and I was finally able to take a breath when I felt cool air on my pussy, but he didn't stop rubbing my clit with his finger as he stroked his cock. I could hear the sound of his hand sliding up and down – the sound of his breaths getting harsher.

I forced my eyes open just so I could see it – the moment he finally came.

Even when it looked like his knees might buckle, Cas somehow managed to look like he was standing over the ruins of what he'd conquered. He'd waged war on my body and won.

When his cum hit my pussy and stomach I gasped at the heat of it and he instantly pushed the fingers he'd had inside me into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue to rub my own slick into my taste buds so I could taste my black currants and musky roses.

It felt dirty and perfect for his slick-covered fingers to be in my mouth while I shuddered and twitched from the lingering effects of the orgasm that was now seared permanently into my brain.

"You need us, Lucy," Liam said, his deep voice sounding just as ravaged as I felt. "You can deny it all you want, but this burning obsession we have for you is the only thing that can convince you we'd never abandon you."

I wanted to hate him for knowing exactly what was wrong with me, but I was too strung out to even bother.

"No matter what you do, we'll never leave you," Cas promised.

He leaned down and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me, but he licked Liam's cum from my face instead and instantly the burning started all over again.

The ache between my legs pulsed, furious I was still empty – that alpha seed hadn't coated my insides.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming.

I'd just had a heat cycle that had lasted for thirteen days.

When I woke up this morning, I'd felt lucid and refreshed, but now it was like I was right back to square one. Everything hurt and I needed them to fill me up over and over and over.

When would it stop? Why wasn't it ever enough?

I tasted blood as I bit into my cheek. It gushed into my mouth, reminding me of what it had felt like when I'd swallowed Cas down. His cum had tasted so fucking good I'd wanted more and more.

Now it was all I could think about.

A broken sob escaped me and I finally stopped fighting all the frustration and rage. If they wouldn't let me out of these goddamn cuffs I was going to do it myself.

"Stop it Lucy, you're going to hurt yourself!"

Just the sound of Cas's voice was enough to make slick gush out of me with renewed vengeance and I screamed in frustration as I fought against the cuffs and this fucking chair.

It didn't matter that I was in a murder basement or that I could smell blood under all the thick, delicious pheromones. I didn't care that I was handcuffed to a metal chair or that these two alphas were giving me a thousand reasons to run far, far away.

I needed them.

My instincts were demanding that I do anything to have them fuck me again and I just didn't understand why when I'd had just that for thirteen fucking days straight. Why was my body doing this to me?

"Why won't it stop?" My cheeks burned as tears slid down them. Everything was unbearably hot and I was going to burn to ash if this shit didn't stop. "What's wrong with me?"

I looked up at Liam and silently pleaded with him to explain. He was the legacy alpha. Shouldn't he know better than anyone?

"Lucy, baby…" I've never heard his voice sound like that before – like his heart was breaking. "I don't know either."

Fear rose up to choke me and I couldn't breathe.

Something in me snapped and the burning sensation took over until it was more than just lust and need – it was rage. I burned with anger and fear as I fought against the cuffs and the metal. The skin on my wrists tore but it was nothing compared to the way my body burned.

The sound of their shouts was far away and I wasn't sure if I'd broken free, or if one of them had uncuffed me, but either way I finally had my hands back.

Blue and red eyes shone against a sea of white and I slammed my fist into that pretty mouth that had only made the pain worse.

"Why won't it stop?!" I tried to hit him again but this time my wrists were restrained by warmth instead of icy cold metal. "Why is it never enough?"

Warm arms wrapped around me and squeezed me so tight I couldn't breathe. I thrashed and kicked against him but more warmth pressed to my back and locked me in, immobilizing me against the other alpha.

"Lucy, please."

Digging my nails into Cas's sides did nothing. He just squeezed me tighter – making my ribs creak with the strain.

Now apples and cedar were all I could smell – no hint of oranges at all and for some reason that made me…tired.

I stopped fighting them, too exhausted and worn out to do more than endure the relentless, aching need that kept shoving all thoughts of why to the side until the only thing I could focus on was easing this hunger.

The heat of them at my front and back wasn't soothing at all. No, it felt like razor blades against my flesh.

I looked up at Cas and he stared back – neither of us blinking. In that moment, it felt as though he could feel exactly what I felt. He didn't look half-mad with lust anymore either, but scared.

"Do you think…if it rained…you'd cry?" I don't know why I asked him that, but I needed the answer more than I needed relief from this endless hunger.

"I've never cried, Lucy." Cas bowed his head and his dark hair fell into his eyes. They were such a luminescent blue –a deep cobalt, so much darker than the bright blue sky. "But for you? Say the word and I'll drown you in my tears."

His words tasted like lies, but it was still comforting. Cas wasn't perfect, and neither was I.

Closing my eyes, I tried to do those breathing exercises they'd taught us to help resist going into heat until we were somewhere safe, but it wasn't working. "Something is wrong with me."

Liam gripped Cas tight, crushing me between them like somehow that would fix everything.

But I was broken. Nothing could ease this pain and I wasn't sure if they could survive another thirteen days.