Cause Ωf Death (Femme Fatale Freakshow)

Chapter 22

M y heart shatters at the desperation in Kieran’s eyes, his golden orbs glazed over with lust and a need so deep it’s turned into pain. My own heat is rising once more, the battle between my burgeoning arousal and the need for control making my hold on my powers slip for a brief moment.

A brief moment is all it takes.

The door to Kieran’s cell slams open, Pyotr standing there glaring over his shoulder at an alarmed Greg, a disdainful sneer across the larger alpha’s lips. My form flickers between states, like a ghost in one of those horror movies that look like a television projection or something. But it’s enough to draw Pyotr's attention to where I’m standing protectively over Kieran.

Fuck.

“What the fuck is that?” Pyotr barks out, only to have Kieran moaning in response. I yank on my powers and disappear once more, but I remain between my fellow omega and the doorway.

Pyotr lifts his head and scents the room, inhaling deeply. Normally I’d allow him to suck me into his lungs before solidifying my hand and shredding his chest from the inside out, but with my ability on the fritz thanks to my oncoming heat, I don’t dare attempt my usual tactics.

“Fuck, it seems we’re a couple of lucky alphas today, Greg. There’s another omega in this room, and from the sweet smell of her perfume, she’s about to head into her heat as well.” The smile on Pyotr's face is chilling, and his purr sends shudders of loathing through my incorporeal form. “Where are you, little omega? Why don’t you stop hiding and come present for me, hmmm? I’ll knot your sopping pussy while Greg here fucks your throat, and you can swallow his cum like a good little omega cunt, yeah? We can all have ourselves a little fun while we watch Kieran there get what’s coming to him.”

I mentally clench down on my powers, wrestling my subconscious back under my control. I refuse to let Kieran down while he’s relying on me, and I will not let this pathetic excuse for an alpha sully what I have kept for Henley all these years. Even if Adam joins our family and gives me his knot and bite later, Henley will be first. He’ll always be first.

“Come, little omega, you don’t want to make me angry. I’m only too happy to tie you down as I fuck the disobedience out of your ass, and I won’t be gentle, either. Show yourself and present, now, unless you want an alpha train run on your ass.”

I continue to ignore Pyotr's demands, instead focusing on battling with my inner hussy who likes the idea of being restrained and fucked senseless.

Not unless it’s one of my chosen! I rail internally, determined to hold out for as long as possible.

“OMEGA! PRESENT!” Pyotr barks, and it startles me into flickering once more. However, it also causes Kieran to scramble to his knees, his chest and cheek resting against the thin mattress of his cot, his ass in the air and his legs spread obscenely. His whine is high and needy, and it’s enough to snap me back in control, to flicker into nothingness once more.

The smile that appears on Pyotr's vicious face is not a nice one.

“Let me tell you how this is going to go, omega. You will fucking return back to your natural state, you will get on your knees, and you will worship my cock until I’m done. If you don’t, I’ll take it out on your little omega friend here. I’m not allowed to kill him, but there’s a lot I can do that will make him wish he was dead before I’m done. There are close to a dozen horny alphas out there desperate to stuff their knot into any available omega’s hole, and it won’t take much for them to tear his ass apart in their frenzy. Now, what will it be?”

Pyotr reaches over and grips Kieran’s throat in his enormous hand, his knuckles littered with white scars, a testament of his brutality.

He squeezes his fingers, digging into Kieran’s neck hard enough that I know there’ll be bruises later. Kieran gurgles as his windpipe is strangled, each breath a gasping wheeze as he tries to suck air into his oxygen-starved lungs.

I’m torn between holding firm and allowing Pyotr to knock Kieran out, and coalescing to prevent any further harm from landing on Kieran’s shoulders. The decision is taken from me when Kieran goes limp in Pyotr's hand and the alpha doesn’t stop his squeezing.

I loosen my hold on my powers enough that I’m tangible, yet not quite solid. I hold back a shudder of disgust as Pyotr leers over my naked body, licking his thin lips like I’m a treat laid out for his singular consumption and pleasure.

“Come here, omega,” Pyotr purrs at me, and I take a step forward. He releases Kieran—who crumples to the floor, unconscious—and reaches for me. I solidify fully as he grips my upper arms with both hands, pulling me toward him. I stumble with exhaustion, desperately grasping for the last dregs of my energy so I can deal with this alpha, once and for all.

“Well, now, aren’t you the perfect morsel. You smell like a dessert bar, and from the warmth of your skin and the intensity of your perfume, I’d say you’re teetering on the cusp of your own heat, aren’t you? Get on your knees, little omega, and swallow my cock like a good girl, and I’ll fill your empty belly so full of my cum that you’ll be tasting me for weeks.”

I studiously avoid looking over at Kieran as Greg picks up the omega and silently removes him from the room. I don’t want to divert Pyotr's attention away from me, and he’s pissed me off enough that my wicked side—the one that revels in the pain and death of those I find deserving—has decided to come out and play.

“Do you know who I am, Pyotr? Do you know who I belong to?” I purr in return, curling my lip as he shudders at the huskiness in my voice. He tugs me in closer to his body, wrapping his arms around my torso and pressing his erection into my lower belly.

“Well, seeing as you’re in my arms, and possession is nine tenths of the law, then I’d say you belong to me. And as for who you are? Well, you’re mine, and that’s all that matters.”

I chuckle as the door to the room silently locks behind Greg, baring my teeth in challenge as I grin up at the smug, deluded alpha.

“Allow me to introduce myself,” I murmur, flickering between forms long enough to escape Pyotr's hold.

“I’m an omega of unknown pedigree. One who can vanish at the drop of a hat. This ability has allowed me to perfect the skills essential to my line of work—stealth, infiltration, and assassination. My employer is infamous for ending monsters. My colleagues and I are the boogeymen to those who wallow in the depths of evil and debauchery. We stalk you from the shadows, watch you as you sleep, and will end you without a second thought. I already have two alphas waiting to knot me at home, and you will never put your diseased and pathetic cock near another omega again.”

Fury surges through my veins, its fire lending me strength and bolstering my waning energy. My ability surges as rage reverses the drain from my heat, instead powering me up like a supercharger. I reach my hand, nothing but air at this point, down and through Pyotr's jeans, surrounding his cock and balls. Fury floods my veins, lending me strength, and I reform my hand as I wrench and twist, tearing through the front of his jeans as I yank my fist away from Pyotr's body still holding his now-detached genitalia in my bloody palm.

Despite his supposed imperviousness to pain, the alpha drops to his knees, screaming in agony. I take advantage of his position and shove the mangled mess into his mouth and down his throat. As he chokes on his own blood, cock, and balls, I cradle his head in both my hands, crimson rivulets dripping down his face and chin from both his castrated genitals and my blood-covered hand. I tilt his head so I can stare into his eyes.

“My name is Wisp, and I am your death.”

Summoning power from the well of heat-fueled fury I once more twist and pull, snapping Pyotr's neck and separating spine from brain-stem. He’s dead before he knows what’s happened.

Do you know what happens when you prevent an omega from nesting in their preferred location with their chosen alphas and betas, and instead try and force them to comply against their will? All that passion and desire turns to fury and bloodlust, lending them the strength to decimate those who stand in their way.

I rampage through the warehouse, a literal whirlwind leaving nothing but bloodstained destruction and chaos in my wake. Alpha after alpha falls at my hands, necks snapped, mouths stuffed with dismembered cocks, and throats and hearts torn from their bodies. The sets are liberally splattered with gore and resemble some of the old-school horror/slasher movies of my childhood, but nothing eases my rage.

Finally, there’s only one alpha left standing, and he’s tucked away in one corner, hovering protectively over Kieran.

“Wisp, please, it’s me, Greg. You need to snap out of it. Kieran is hurting, and there’s only so much I can do to help. Please, he needs you to come back to him, to help ease his pain.”

It’s not so much Greg’s words that have me coming back to my senses, but the agonized whimper that breaks from Kieran’s lips.

The omega is coated with a mixture of sweat and blood—both from his wounded back and the arterial spray of dismembered alphas—his eyes glazed over and his skin feverish. There’s no soft place for him to rest his body, no alpha of his choosing to alleviate his desire, and no betas around to tend to his needs. He’s so deep into his heat that he’s lost to it all, and is as helpless as a newborn kitten. Kieran doesn’t have the coherency to fight like I did, and is instead internalizing all of his disappointed anguish.

It’s shit like this that can kill omegas, and I curse Pyotr and his merry band of fuckwits to the deepest pits of Hell for what they’ve done to Kieran.

Exhaustion slams into me now that I’m no longer a literal whirling dervish, and the weight of my reformed body slams me to my knees. My unhinged and uncontrolled rage has pushed back the next wave of my heat, giving me a little breathing room, at least. I can’t lose focus now, though. I need to help Kieran, I have to clean us both up so our alphas can take us home. Hopefully, my reprieve will last long enough to get us back to the safe house so they can fuck us until we pass out, and then fuck us some more.

“Water,” I croak, and Greg disappears for a minute. He returns with several sealed plastic bottles of water, and I snatch one from his hands, wrenching the top off and gulping the entire thing down in one go. I then take another, this time with a husky, “Thanks,” as I open it. I beckon Greg over to help me sit Kieran up, and tilt the bottle to his mouth, urging him to swallow.

“C’mon, Kieran. Let’s get some water into you, and then we’ll see if Greg here can scrounge us up some clothing or sheets, as well as something we can use to clean up a bit. We don’t want our alphas walking in on us looking like we’ve just waded through an abattoir, do we?”

“Too late,” rumbles a deep voice from behind me, one that has tears springing to my eyes. I want to jump to my feet and leap into Henley’s arms, but I don’t dare let Kieran go. Not until I know the others are here and able to care for him.

“Hen?” I whimper, and I crumple into myself with relief as the welcoming scent of beeswax, lemongrass, and raw wood curls around me. I’m both mentally and physically exhausted, running on nothing but fumes of adrenaline, and I’m only too happy to let someone else take over now that we’re relatively safe.

“Yeah, little Wisp. It’s me. I’ve got Kimmy and Leslie in here with me, Adam and Steve are outside. We caught ourselves a straggler, one that Adam took some interest in, so they’re making sure he’s properly restrained and gagged. Leslie got Greg’s message just before they received yours, so why don’t you let me take Kieran so Greg can update Leslie, and Kimmy can help me get you both cleaned up, yeah?”

I relax my hold on Kieran only for Henley to swoop down and scoop him up into his bulky arms. Leslie offers Greg a hand and hauls him to his feet, and Kimberly approaches me with a blanket scrounged from God-knows where.

“As distasteful as they are, I think the best place to clean these two will be one of the surgical sets. We can set Kieran on the bed and use the sink to clean them both up. Once Leslie and Greg are done with their debrief, Leslie can come and take over from me while I go and perform my particular brand of electronic mischief—I mean, magic.”

I allow Kimberly to help me up and we follow Henley over to one of the trashed, yet still standing, surgical-torture sets. Kimberly sweeps her arm across the gurney, clearing it of an assortment of detritus that had been flung there during my rampage. She then spreads another blanket she’d been carrying over the surface.

“Clean his back, first. One of the guys carved the tracker out while we were driving here, and the wound needs seeing to. Greg and I did our best to clean it up, but it needs more attention than we could provide.”

Henley nods at my instruction, setting Kieran on top of the blanket in an upright position. He beckons me over to help him strip the other omega, and both of us wince at the state of his clothing. There’s no saving them, not with the amount of dried blood and sweat staining them. I wasn’t exactly concerned with where I hurled body parts when I tore through the alphas, and neither Greg nor Kieran were able to fully avoid the showers of gore from the bloody tornado I’d become.

“We’ll burn them once we’re done here. There’s a bag back in the car with a change of clothes for you both. We knew you’d be naked, little Wisp, and were worried about what state Kieran would be in. I’m glad we came prepared.”

I remain silent as Kimberly returns with a bucket filled with warm water and a bed sheet torn into strips. I stand facing Kieran, my hands holding his as Kimberly and Henley gently wash him clean, studiously ignoring how bucket after bucket is changed out, the crimson-stained liquid replaced with fresh, clear water.

We do our best to clean Kieran, propping him up to stand rather than laying him down on the gurney. His back has stopped bleeding for the moment, and while we jostle him slightly as we move him into position, it’s not nearly as much as if he was reclining and needed to be rolled over.

By the time we’re done, Leslie and Greg have finished their discussion and joined us. Leslie’s carrying an open backpack, rummaging around inside as they approach. They pull out a small first-aid kit, nothing near the size of what we normally carry, and I realize the backpack itself is also unfamiliar.

“Okay, so Adam says that this kit, while not as extensive as ours, has the medications Kieran takes if he’s ever injured and isn’t able to access immediate medical attention. They should help to control any infections or viruses he may have contracted while in this bunch’s tender care, and there are also some heavy-duty antiseptic creams in here as well.”

Leslie passes the kit over to Henley, then gently nudges me to the side.

“Disa, darling, go clean yourself up while we take care of Kieran. There’s a full change of clothes for you both in the bag, as well as a hairbrush and some dry shampoo. You can have a proper shower once we’re home, but until then, go and wash. You’ll feel better for it.”

I turn and spy the bucket of clean water, a bar of travel soap, and several strips of clean cloth waiting for me a few feet away. Kimberly has toddled off with Greg to do whatever she needs to do, and I make a mental note to thank her later.

The sensation of feeling clean after being coated in drying blood and gore is almost orgasmic. My scalp still itches a little from the unclean state of my hair, but it can’t be helped. We have places to be that aren’t a blood-soaked crime scene, and thankfully Leslie has a clean-up crew on their way. Kimberly has scrubbed all the security feeds of any incriminating evidence, while Leslie and Greg downloaded all of the pertinent information they needed regarding this particular organization to a secure drive. Which Greg will be taking home with him.

I’m so tired, so very fucking tired, but also so very horny. Thank fuck that we’re finally on our way back home, because if I don’t get a proper shower and then burrow into my nest in the next few hours, I’m probably going to snap. Again.

Leslie and Kimberley are up front, with Leslie driving. Adam and Henley are in the middle row, Adam cradling Kieran in his lap while I straddle Hen’s legs and snuggle into his warm body. Steve is in one of the seats behind us, keeping an eye on the strange alpha he and Adam took prisoner. Leslie used their rope-tying skills to truss the guy up like a Thanksgiving turkey, both gagging and blindfolding the alpha before Steve knocked him out with a single punch. There’s a tension in Adam’s body whenever he glances back over his shoulder at the unconscious man, one that tells me that he, at least, knows who this guy is.

I suck down lungfuls of Henley’s scent, nuzzling my face into his broad chest. After all the excitement and expending so much energy shifting back and forth into my incorporeal form, I thought I would have crashed out by now, but I’m wide awake.

And horny.

So fucking horny.

A growing ache spreads from between my legs, radiating up my body and twisting my gut into a chaotic mess. I shift my hips slightly, hoping that a little friction might ease my need, but what I get instead is a rather large bulge pressing up into my pussy. I bite down on my lower lip to stifle the needy moan rising up from my chest, and rock my hips over Henley’s once more.

You know, just to check.

“I can smell your sweet perfume growing thicker with your need, little Wisp. You can’t wait, can you? You’ve been such a good girl, watching over our omega boy and protecting him, making sure that the only alpha who will knot and bite him is the one he’s chosen.” Henley’s words are soft, a direct contrast to his hold on me. His grip tightens, imprisoning me in his embrace as he grinds my aching core back and forth over his swelling cock.

“You’ve held it back for so long, waiting for me, for my cock and knot. I can’t wait to taste you and have you coming on my tongue, having your slick flood my senses as you gush over my face. But we can’t do that in the car now, can we?”

I whine with wordless need, no longer needing Henley’s hands to direct my movements. My panties are drenched despite the pads that had been packed for me, my arousal dripping from my pussy and leaving behind a rather large wet patch on Henley’s leg where I’ve been grinding.

“Please,” I beg, flames licking at my skin, my pulse thundering in my ears as my heat rushes forward, threatening to overwhelm me. “Hen, please. I… I can’t…”

“Sshhh, little Wisp. I’ve got you.”

Henley spins me around on his lap so my back is pressed against his chest, his left arm circling my torso. His hand lightly circles my throat and grips my chin, tilting my head so his mouth can reach mine. His other arm rests low around my hips, perfectly situated to allow his right hand to plunge down the front of my leggings and beneath my panties, his fingers finding and strumming my swollen clit with unerring accuracy.

He swallows my moans as his fingers dance over my flesh, his hold on me firm and unrelenting as he drowns me in a vortex of pleasure. I’m only able to move my hips in tiny increments, my pussy aching to be filled in a way it’s never been before.

Henley’s mouth devours mine with a single-minded focus, his tongue invading and battling mine for dominance. I fight back despite knowing I’ll never win. The glide of his tongue is followed by a burst of intense flavor, sweet with a citric after bite. I whine again as Henley’s lips pull away from mine, making me chase after them. I’m frustrated with the unanswered need sweeping through my system, desperate for more than Henley’s fingers teasing over my clit.

“What do you need, Disa? I’m trying my best to wait, to make this perfect for you. You deserve better than to be fucked—to take my knot for the first time—while sitting in the back of a car.”

“You, Henley. What I need is you. I don’t give a fuck if we’re in the back of a car, because I’m surrounded by my family, my pack. I’ve made you wait long enough, Alpha. Don’t wait another minute to make me yours, please?”

My begging works. A low throbbing hum resonates in Henley’s chest as his purr revs into being, soothing me while coiling the desire tighter in my belly with each thrumming vibration. He lifts me up to fumble with the waistband of his jeans, pushing them down over his hips and to mid-thigh before yanking my own leggings and panties down my legs to my ankles. My legs splay open over the spread of his lap, the skin of my inner thighs shiny and slippery from the slick seeping out of my pussy.

Henley’s cock juts proudly between my legs, the dark skin of his crown is flushed and shining with pre-cum. The sight of his engorged flesh nestling so close to where I want it buried makes my mouth water, and I rock my hips until it’s sliding between my slippery pussy lips, the tip nudging across my clit with every movement.

“Fuck, little Wisp, you feel so good. You’re so wet, and it’s all for me, isn’t it? The thought of me stuffing you full of my cock, knotting you until your belly is swollen with my cum, it has you dripping with need, doesn’t it?”

Henley’s muttered words tease and tantalize, causing my heat to spiral to the next level. Sweat pours from my skin as I start grinding in earnest, desperate to be filled by my alpha. He shifts beneath me, his cock disappearing, and I whine in despairing protest.

“Sshh, omega. I’m not going anywhere,” Henley soothes, and keeps his promise. The firm head of his cock breaches the entrance of my pussy, pushing and pulsing as he slowly parts the clenching muscles of my channel. It’s the most beautiful invasion, perfect in every way. Hot and hard, thick and long, Henley’s dick doesn’t stop until I’m stuffed full, the edge of his swelling knot pressed against my opening. It’s a homecoming I never expected, filling an emptiness inside of me I never knew was there, completing me. For once, I finally feel whole.

“Are you ready for me, Disa? Do you accept me, all of me, in all ways?”

I don’t like the thread of hesitancy twisting through the gentle question, as though Henley is doubting my commitment to him and our pack.

“Fuck me, Hen. Fuck me until I’m begging for your knot, and then stuff me full of it. Bite me, bond me, make me as much yours as you are mine.”

A primal, possessive growl rips from Henley’s chest as he responds to my demands. He lifts my body, sliding me off his cock before slamming me back down with a violence that goes straight to my head. Pleasure spears through me, echoing the movement of his cock plunging into my pussy, my flesh stretching obscenely around his girth. Waves of ecstasy crash through me, sending my slick production into overdrive. The intoxicating scent of Henley’s and my mingled pleasure saturates the vehicle, but neither of us pay the other occupants any mind. We’re lost in each other, in the pleasure we’re wringing from the other, in the bond we’re preparing to forge.

Rapturous bliss suffuses me as the first pulse of my orgasm tears through my body, my pussy clenching and squeezing Henley’s cock, trying to draw him deeper inside until there’s no telling where either of us begin or end. Henley’s hands tighten over my hips, clamping down as he thrusts up with a bellow, the engorged bulge of his knot stretching my pussy as it demands entrance. I whine, suddenly unsure, the pressure edging toward pain.

“Omega, relax!” Henley barks, and my body instantly obeys. The moment my muscles slacken, Henley surges up in a final thrust, his knot pushing its way past the tight ring of muscle and seating itself inside my pussy. I feel so fucking full , and it’s glorious.

Another roar tears from Henley’s throat as his knot locks into place, and then there’s a pressure of a different kind. Hen’s teeth latch down on the fleshy part where my shoulder meets my neck, his bite hard and deep as his teeth break the skin. The pain of his bite is brief, swiftly turning to pleasure, sending another climax rocking through me. On its heels is a different sensation, reminiscent of one of Henley’s hugs. I’m enfolded in warmth, with joy, desire, and an abounding sense of a love so deep, so encompassing that it brings tears to my eyes.

It’s Henley.

We rock together as our newly-forged connection settles, our emotions raging. Thanks to the bond, our awareness of each other is at an all-time high, and I know that there’ll be no hiding my thoughts or feelings from Henley going forward. How this will impact the others, I have no idea, but I know one thing for sure—I won’t be fucking anyone but pack from now on.

And for that, I’m grateful.