Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

KANE

T he sounds of whooping and excitement make my stomach churn with anxiety and disgust as I stand in the audience with my brothers. Dad is talking with people across the room, and I’m glad for it.

I don’t know what to expect today, and I haven’t seen the buyers Jed has been in contact with to purchase Adira either. Morris, Jed, and I are the only ones who know who they are. All my baby brother has is a damn word that we have a plan in place to ensure Adira’s not bought by just anyone.

Fuck, so much could go wrong.

Either way, none of us can save the little rabbit from what’s about to happen next.

Glancing at Demon, I frown as Jed cups his hand around his ear and whispers furiously. Coming closer, I insert myself into the situation. Everyone is too riled up about the last three lots sold to pay attention to me as they wait for Adira to come out.

“What the fuck is happening?” I ask in a low growl. “You’re whispering is going to attract attention.”

“No, he’s the one who is attracting attention,” Jed sighs, leaning back from how close he is to Demon.

My youngest brother is twitchy, his chest almost heaving with anxiety and worry. For someone who is typically a void and emotionless, this is a problem.

“I’m as locked down as possible,” Demon growls. “There’s a ball of fire inside of me coming from her, and I’m terrified about what it means. It feels as if she could be in heat, but that’s not possible. Is something being done to her to mimic it?”

“My drug supply store was the same one a certain madam uses,” Jed reveals. “When you were eighteen…O didn’t make her own shit in house. She had a supplier.”

O is Ophelia, a code we use when there are too many ears around us. I always wondered how he had pills to mimic a rut back then. I was barely twenty-years-old, watching my baby brother forced to fuck a random whore as his first time. It’s just how these things are done in a mafia family, though it doesn’t make it right.

He hasn’t been the same since, and this is pulling a lot of old and terrible memories that he’s tried to put to bed.

“O mentioned that she would be using a cocktail of pills for the little rabbit,” I mutter. “It’s almost time for her to be brought out. Demon, I know that you don’t want to take anything that will make you lose control, but this is going to be really bad.”

“They will force her to do whatever they want,” Jed says. “She may act as if she’s gagging for it, but this will be rape. I can’t candy coat this, brother.”

Scowling, Demon holds out his hand for the pill.

“What will this do?” he asks.

“You’ll feel whatever she sends you, but your face won’t show any of it. You’ll appear cold and unfeeling. It’s a muscle relaxer and an attitude adjustment in a pill,” Jed sighs, placing it in Demon’s big hand.

“Fucking great. It would be great if I could just forget, be so high out of my mind that I won’t remember this later. I want to feel numb on the inside too,” Demon mutters, surprising me.

He’s always despised losing control, messy emotions, and omegas. Now his life is tipped on end and I don’t recognize this version of him.

“When this is all over,” Jed says mysteriously, “she’ll still remember and it would be wrong for us not to. We need you to keep your shit together, so that we can help her pick up the pieces afterward.”

“How do I know there will be the opportunity for us to be with her after?” Demon asks quietly just as people begin to roar in excitement.

Grabbing his hand, I shove it at his mouth, glaring. I need less talking and more fucking action. Eyes slitted at me, Demon swallows the pill dry as he waits for Jed’s response.

“I never promise what I can’t give,” Jed says with a shrug. “I believe the odds are stacked in our favor for her to be returned to us. Keep your mouth shut and believe in me.”

Taking a deep breath, Demon turns his head back to the stage, his body becoming more and more relaxed, and all the emotion in his gaze is gone. He is the demon once again.

As I watch the little omega get manhandled onto the stage, I ask myself if I’m going to regret all of this. All I can do is as my older brother suggests and believe it’ll all shake out in our favor.

Come on, little rabbit. We’re right fucking here.

“It’s time!” Rock crows, coming back to my side. “Look at how gorgeous those tits are. The crowd is going to go wild for her.”

I’m standing toward the front of the room with my brothers and father. The spotlights have to be bright and hot up there, and will keep them from seeing us easily. Morris’ strong, lithe body stalks behind the little rabbit, his cock heavy and thick as it bobs in front of him.

I can see the fake knot at the base of his dick, making my lips drop open in surprise.

It figures that Ophelia would want three men with knots up on stage for the buyers to watch the little rabbit’s pussy stretch. A surge of possessiveness surges over me, though my face looks excited to watch. My brothers and I are putting on our own show now, and no matter what, we can’t fuck up the parts we are playing.

Forcing in an even breath, I watch as the alphas force Adira to lay on the leather bench, while she writhes and bucks against them. Whatever Ophelia gave her is making her aggressive, and the room is being pumped full of her pheromones. My nostrils flare as I inhale, the scent of snickerdoodle and frosting making my dick hard.

It doesn’t take much for it to get there, but I’m still annoyed by it. I don’t want to be rock hard while I watch this. It feels so damn wrong.

An alpha holds her wrists tightly behind her head, while another gazes down at her, holding her ankles pushed up under her breasts. Her heaving breaths and screams of humiliated frustration make my dick jump, all while I tell it to shut up.

The little rabbit’s pussy is shiny with slick, running down to her tight asshole. It’s also all over her inner legs, making me swallow convulsively as Morris runs his fingers through it, his knuckles bumping over her clit.

She keens in need as the auctioneer begins to talk, my gaze glued on Morris’ fingers as he pushes them inside her channel.

“I see many excited and eager faces tonight,” the auctioneer says with amusement in his voice. Pulling my eyes away from Morris stuffing Adira’s cunt with his fingers, I focus on the man speaking for a moment.

Ophelia uses several different people to auction off omegas. I don’t know if there is a rhyme or reason for this, I don’t pay enough attention to her business to care. The beta on the stage today has short, oiled back black hair, a dark business suit, and a superior smile. Betas are typically affected less by an omega’s pheromones, which is probably why Ophelia uses them when she needs cooler heads to prevail.

Hearing a squeal from the stage, I jerk my attention back to see Morris is on his knees, lapping at Adira’s pussy as he finger fucks her. He’s careful to keep his body out of the view for everyone else, her pussy on display as it sucks his fingers in.

It’s too loud to hear the sounds her greedy cunt is making, and for that I’m grateful. Ophelia is an evil fucking person to do this to people, because Adira would never in her right mind be enjoying this.

The alpha stroking his cock that was holding the little rabbit’s ankles earlier moves to where her head lies. The bench is set at an angle, so everyone can see what’s happening. His fingers grip her jaw as Adira attempts to keep her mouth closed. Whatever cocktail the madam gave her didn’t completely remove her spirit, and as I hear the crowd scream and cheer, I realize it’s done on purpose.

“I fucking want her,” an alpha yells behind her. “Look at all of that pretty, unmarked skin. I want to see how she takes a knot!”

“Gentlemen!” the announcer yells. “Let’s keep order here. You’ll see how she takes a knot, how quickly she goes from fighting these men to begging to be fucked. The little cum whore is slicking already. Let’s all take a moment to enjoy how she smells. Freshly baked cookies will never have the same meaning again, will they?”

“Harry is really laying it on thick,” my father comments with a dark chuckle.

I haven’t responded to him since he came to stand by me, and I recognize how dangerous that is. Turning to glance at him, I smirk.

“I don’t think he’ll need to with the kind of scene they’re establishing, do you?” I ask, adjusting my dick for show.

Rock thumps me on the back, making me contemplate digging my knife into his. Whoever the omega he chose to fuck earlier today was, she put him in a really good mood. It’s almost obnoxious to experience how jovial he is as he bounces on the balls of his feet, waiting to see how much money Adira will fetch him.

Still, it’s not just about the money, I realize, turning my head back to watch as the alpha at the little rabbit’s head spits into her now open mouth. Adira gags and coughs as the alpha shoves his fingers down her throat, testing to see how well she can swallow around it.

I can hear her muffled scream as Morris does something to make her come, her tears and snot visible from here.

Ophelia and my father want to degrade her, and use her omega nature against all of her instincts. She shouldn’t want this, but whatever she is on and Morris’ knowledge of her body makes her explode onto his face.

He turns a bit to show off her slick dripping off his mouth with a savage look, though he doesn’t smile. There’s no pleasure in his features, just need.

Morris is definitely on something.

“Nah, son. The little twat is getting exactly what she deserves,” Dad says as the alpha removes his fingers, dragging the thick line of saliva across Adira’s cheek before dropping the adjustable headrest back, so he can force his cock between her lips.

Adira fights against it, but the alpha tightly pinches her nostrils shut, so she can’t breathe and has to open her mouth. Her throat bulges as he forces her to take his dick, her body tightly held against the bench.

The alpha who was holding Adira’s wrists now has them tied to the bench over her head, which is pinned by the alpha fucking her throat. He moves down her body and taps on Morris’ shoulder to force him to get up, and my beta removes his fingers from Adira’s cunt.

The alpha grabs his hand and sticks them into his mouth to suck on Morris’ slick-covered fingers, making the beta’s eyes go wide, not expecting it. Jed growls under his breath, and my heart starts to pound as I watch the alpha grunt in appreciation before taking hold of Adira’s ankles and pushing Morris back to plunge his dick inside of her with one hard thrust.

The only saving grace is that the little rabbit doesn’t know who is fucking her and I close my eyes for a moment.

“Starting the bidding at ten thousand dollars!” Harry screams, making the room explode into sound.

Fuck. The noise and the scene in front of me makes me feel lightheaded, my vision swimming to create several different little rabbits.

We are so over our heads.

JED

In my mind, I thought having Morris on stage with the little omega would mean she would be protected more. I was naive and fucking stupid. The alphas are rutting into her, and Morris is straddling her body, to squeeze her tits together roughly, to use them as his personal fuck toy.

I can see whatever Ophelia gave him is making his eyes glaze over more than they were before, and my body pebbles in goosebumps at the sight of my beta losing control like this.

He’s our fucking voice of reason, for God’s sakes.

“Oh do I hear two-hundred thousand?” Harry the dickhead auctioneer yells out.

“Here!” roars out an alpha from the back of the room.

Harry won’t allow things to go too high yet, content to let the tension rise as the alphas begin to push their knots into the tiny omega. She really does appear small on the bench between the alphas, and I promise myself that after this, she can have anything she fucking wants.

The world burned down in her honor?

Fuck it, it’s hers. My father’s head on a pike? I’ll find a way. It’ll mean that I’ll have to step into his space, but I have a feeling she’ll be the perfect queen. My thoughts are going wild as I watch Adira swallow down a large knot, her body writhing from its size. She still takes it, the alpha groaning with pleasure.

Morris reaches up to squeeze and massage Adira’s throat, no one able to see the bite I know is still healing. Morris did his best to ensure the bite bruised as little as possible after the fact, and the omega’s curled and styled hair is hiding it well.

The reason he’s massaging the column of her throat is to help her take the knot and relax. His rhythm falters a bit, since Adira’s tits aren’t pushed together anymore, but her hand necklace is getting attention as it emphasizes the bulge in her throat.

“Fuck, the bitch is enjoying being dicked down. Look at her,” a voice I can’t place yells, while I grunt in response. It appears as if I’m agreeing with whoever it was, engaged in the activities. “Show us the knot in her pussy!”

The alpha angles her body a little more to show the way her pussy is expanding to take the knot while not allowing it to be all the way sucked inside. There are alphas who will find themselves locked in for hours, depending on the omega, and that would ruin what they’re going for.

The alpha drops his head back as he groans, working the crowd as he fucks his knot along her walls. I didn’t think her pleasure mattered to anyone but Morris, but the alpha moves his hand between her legs to firmly rub the pad of his thumb over Adira’s clit.

It’s all a performance, though. Her responses are being pulled forcibly between the pills she took and her body’s natural reaction to alphas and their knots. Adira can’t help how her body is reacting, while the alphas around us believe this is her typical response.

Fucking disgusting.

Her pheromones are strong and inciting alphas to get riled up and aggressive. The alphas on stage are almost mindless as they rut and fuck Adira, with the exception of knotting her pussy.

“Mark her! I want to see how all that creamy skin looks covered in cum!” my father yells, his dark eyes sparkling wildly. I hate how much we look alike. Some days, it makes me want to shave my head to be able to get away from it.

“Brock, you heard them,” Harry calls out. “May want to get out of the stream, beta.”

Morris’ hand spasms once around Adira’s throat before falling away and I can tell by the way that she begins to struggle that she immediately misses it. Maybe it felt as if he was anchoring her, but I’ll probably never know.

The alphas hold her down, working to release their partially immersed knots from her holes. The alpha between her legs twists her body to the side, as he jerks his cock roughly once he’s able to pull out, until ropes of cum begin to jut out of his dick to cover her body.

The other alpha roughly pulls his cock from her lips, the choking sound once her throat releases his knot, making me gasp in a sharp breath. Needing to look away, I glance at my baby brother who is gazing dispassionately at the scene on the stage. It appears as if he doesn’t give a flying fuck, but he’s taking what I said to heart.

My brother has always been so damn literal.

Damon is cataloging and memorizing every damn movement they make, every sound of pain Adira is having pulled from her body, he is branding it inside of his mind. He refuses to break away from his vigil, and I realize something.

My brother is the best of us all.