18. Remy

REMY

My omega was presenting perfectly as I fucked her.

Taking the dildo she had begged for in her ass so well.

I made sure to mark her with my scent and cum. Purred for her when we were knotted.

But most importantly, she had to know she was mine.

"Bite me, alpha."

She was begging. Couldn't have that. Had to give her what she wanted. Give her everything she wanted, because she was mine.

I bent down, kissing her neck. She moaned when I added another hickey, her skin covered with my nips and bites now.

Why wasn't the bond taking? I couldn't feel her. Teeth blunt, useless.

"Alpha, please. I need to feel you. Bite me. Claim me."

Maybe I needed to bite harder.

Knot her first.

Then try again.

I roared as foreign scents invaded the nest. Medicinal and sterile.

Defend your omega! Tear the fucking usurpers to pieces!

An arm wound around my neck at the same time as two others grabbed my elbows and pulled. Pulled me off my fucking omega!

"Breathe, alpha."

Daggers in my nose and brain. Whatever they'd shoved under my nose burned away all the sweetness and fire my omega and I had built together. I snarled, bucking against the fuckers holding me back.

"Again, alpha. Until your rut subsides momentarily."

Shrapnel, tearing me apart. No.Don't let them fucking ruin us.

"He's in deep, sir."

"One more time, before we escalate."

My eyes watered, my nostrils burned. What the fuck were they making me smell? I shook my head, trying to clear the sensation of jagged rocks and broken glass.

"Remy."

That was me, wasn't it?

"You're being too rough."

I know what my omega wants.

"You keep trying to bite her."

My face was being pressed against the mattress of the nest but instead of smelling us all I could smell was harsh ammonia. I blinked at the dull shapes above me. Uniformed men holding me back and staring down at me.

Right. You're at heat services.

"If you persist, we are going to give you a thicker guard for your teeth. Continue and you will be muzzled. Do you understand?"

I had been trying to bond her?

My head pounded relentlessly as conflicting emotions warred in my chest.

"Yes," I croaked out. "I understand."