Secured by the Buyer (Taken by His Alpha #3)

Chapter 5

5

T he glaring spotlights blind me, and I squint as I walk forward, my body like a marionette under another’s control, moving against my will.

As my eyes adjust, I recognize the smaller of the casino’s ballrooms, which has been converted with an elevated walkway down the center and small, round tables positioned on all sides. Men and women stare at me with masks over the top half of their faces, their very presence exuding the unmistakable power of Alphas.

I reach the end of the stage and stop before turning in a slow circle, giving everyone in the room a three-sixty view of my naked body.

Murmurs rise around the room, some leaning closer for a better look at my exposed form, and my breathing quickens, my lungs filling with the heady mix of Alpha pheromones in the air.

“Behold our first lot!” the auctioneer announces, joining me. “A rare gem—a redhead! And let me draw your attention to his unique birthmark.” He points at the heart-shaped mark near my hip bone. “This one was born for the bedroom, don’t you agree?”

The comment earns him a few chuckles and nods.

He turns to address both sides of the room. “Science shows redheads have a higher pain tolerance than most, too. Perfect for meeting your darker desires.”

The crowd murmurs in approval, and my stomach churns at the implications.

“Take a whiff of this Omega’s pheromones and let your imagination lead your bidding.” Servers weave between the tables, carrying trays laden with scraps of my clothes for the Alphas to sample my scent.

Desperation surges through me as I scan the room for a familiar face, and my breath catches in my throat when I spot the Alpha from the hotel room sitting off to the side. Despite the mask concealing much of his face, there’s no mistaking those piercing blue eyes and the distinctive black beard .

Those eyes widen a fraction as they meet mine, recognition dawning on him as well.

That he’s here can’t be good, and I curse myself for falling for his charm. At the same time, he’s a known entity in a sea of strangers, and I lock onto him like a lifeline.

“Let the bidding commence!” the auctioneer bellows. “Who will start with seventy-thousand?”

My pulse skyrockets, and I keep my attention locked on the Alpha.

Help me , I silently plead, hoping he’ll understand my desperation.

My muscles tense as paddles raise, each escalation making my ears ring. At an alarming rate, the number doubles, then triples what my father owes.

The Alpha shifts in his seat, his lips pressed into a flat line and his paddle unmoving on the table.

Please, pick it up , I will. The kindness from earlier can’t have all been pretend.

But when the bidding stops, he remains unmoved, and terror shoots through me.

“One-hundred and fifteen thousand!” the auctioneer exclaims, then pauses. “Going once… going twice…”

Hot tears slip down my frozen cheeks, and my throat constricts, bound by invisible hands, unable to shout out against the injustice of it all.

“One-hundred and sixteen thousand,” the Alpha’s deep voice booms, and the auctioneer’s gavel freezes on the downward swing.

A woman in a red dress locks her gaze onto the Alpha, her paddle raised confidently.

The bidding war rages on between them, their voices echoing through the room like thunder.

The Alpha’s gaze never leaves mine. “One-hundred and eighty-five thousand!”

A man who sits beside the woman in red leans over, whispering something into her ear.

She hesitates, her grip on the paddle tightening before she shakes her head, letting it fall to the table.

“Sold! To the gentleman with the beard for one-hundred and eighty-five thousand!” the auctioneer announces.

Relief washes over me, but a sinking dread replaces it. What awaits me now?

Rough hands pull me offstage, where a man throws a coarse bathrobe around me, hustling me off to the side. The girl from the cell earlier walks past, her stride stiff as she fights the Command to obey.

I don’t have time to worry about her fate, though, as I’m Commanded to stand still while more drugs are pumped into me, and a feverish burn spreads through my veins. Slick pours down my thighs, and I realize with horror that they forced me into Heat.

In a daze, I’m led to the Alpha’s room, a different one from the one-hour room where we first met. Each step drags, like wading through molasses, and by the time he opens the door, fever flushes my entire body. I pant with my mouth open, need coursing through me.

Surprise flickers across his face as he takes in my trembling form. He had removed the opera mask but now wears another over the bottom half of his face, leaving only his blue eyes exposed.

The delivery person smirks. “Per the pre-purchase request you filled out when you bought your ticket, your product is in Heat, Mr. Caruso.”

The scent of the Alpha fills my nostrils, warm and musky, making it hard to breathe. I sway toward him, drawn by his pheromones, the need to breed rising within me like a tide.

The delivery person holds me back with a firm grip on my arm, their other hand tapping away on their tablet, verifying the bank transfer and completing the transaction.

“Everything seems in order, Mr. Caruso,” the delivery person announces, handing him ownership papers. “Congratulations on your new acquisition.”

“Thanks.” The single word comes out clipped.

“Enjoy.” The delivery person grins, then leaves us alone in the room.

A sharp cramp grips my abdomen, the pain almost unbearable. The need to submit, to be filled with this Alpha’s seed, overwhelms all reason.

“Alpha,” I gasp out, stumbling toward him.

“ Stop ,” he Commands, or he tries to, but the effects of the Alpha-suppressants in the casino stop him, and alarm flashes across his face. “Wait, I didn’t buy you to use you like this, Milo.”

I no longer care about why he did it as tears prick at the corners of my eyes. The pain in my gut intensifies as another wave of Heat-induced cramps washes over me. I need this Alpha inside me now.

Wetness dampens my cheeks as I extend my arms to him. “Please…”

“Shh, it’s all right.” He steps closer and cups my face, his palms cool against my feverish skin. “I promise I’ll help you through this, Milo. You don’t have to be afraid.”

How can he say that when he just bought me? When he ordered me to be put in this state ?

But it doesn’t matter. Nothing does, so long as he touches me more.

I reach for his mask, needing his lips on me, but he catches my wrist. “No, sweetness, if you take that away, I won’t be able to stay in control.”

Whining in frustration, I slip from his grasp and drop to my knees. If he won’t fill my mouth with his tongue, then I’ll get something even better.

“Whoa.” He steps back from my grasping hands. “Just…fucking hell.”

He whips his phone from his pocket, taking his attention off me to search his screen. In his distraction, I close the distance between us again, grabbing onto his belt this time so he can’t escape again.

With a desperate moan, I press my face to his groin, inhaling his intoxicating pheromones.

“Oh, fuck.” He reaches down to pat the top of my head. “Okay, if that’s what you need, you can…fuck…”

He groans as I nuzzle at his balls through his slacks, then rub my cheek over his hardening length. The heat immolating from him matches the fever in my blood, his scent growing thicker by the second, making my thoughts hazy.

“Sebastian, send an extraction…fucking hell, sw eetness.” The hand on my head starts massaging my scalp as I mouth at him through his pants. “Sorry, yeah, an extraction. For two.”

I glance up at him through my lashes to find his focus on his phone, which just won’t do. This Alpha is mine . Rising higher on my knees, I burrow into his fly until I locate the small zipper and drag it down with my teeth to uncover black boxer briefs. They strain to contain his erection, and I nose at the front fold.

“No, I didn’t see Bugrov. The auction is still go— Oh, fuck .”

My questing tongue finds hot, silky flesh, and I lick the salty musk from his skin as slick drips down my thighs. His scent heightens the burn in my veins. I need him inside me, need his cum pumping down my throat.

“Send enough people to handle me, too.” His legs collapse, and he sits on the edge of the bed, his knees spread to leave room for my body. “Tell them to bring tranquilizers, just in case.”

Still hanging on to his belt, I use my free hand to draw his cock out and latch my mouth over his leaking head. The hand in my hair tightens into a fist, the sharp pull eliciting a moan from me .

“And tell them to fucking hurry,” he growls. “I’m not sure how long I can resist this sweet Omega.”

Jaw opening wider, I stick my tongue over my bottom teeth to take him deeper, all the way into my throat, needing those drops of cum in my belly to ease the fever. I swallow around him, milking out what I can before the burn for oxygen brings my head up.

I inhale through my nostrils, filling my lungs with more of his pheromones, then sink down again, burrowing my nose against his boxers and wishing they were gone.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” The hand in my hair loosens, and he pets my head. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

Why is he sorry? I roll my eyes up to meet his. He’s going to give me exactly what I need, so he has nothing to apologize for.

He strokes my taut lips. “Look at your pretty mouth, stretched so tight, making me feel so good.”

My lashes flutter at the praise, and I pull back to take another breath before sliding him back into my throat, swallowing around him, each time squeezing out more of his delicious cum.

“That’s a good boy.” He caresses my hollowed cheeks. “Nurse all you want on my cock. ”

The fire in my belly grows, though, the drops not enough to ease the burn. My head bobs faster, no longer content to just suckle on him. Saliva drools from my open mouth, and I fist his base, pumping him as I curl my tongue against the big vein that runs the length of his shaft before circling his head.

His petting shifts from comforting to demanding as the cum leaking from his tip turns into a steady stream. “That’s it, you’re doing so good.”

I release his belt to reach between his legs and cup his heavy sack through his slacks, squeezing them.

With a shout, his hand returns to the back of my head and he shoves me down, sliding his fat cock into my throat as it pulses. I greedily swallow his release, massaging his balls to get it all.

But it’s not enough. Even with a belly full of his seed, my stomach cramps.

I pull off him with a desperate whine, pawing at his semi-hard length, trying to bring him back to readiness.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He lifts me from the floor to straddle his lap and directs my face into the crook of his shoulder. “You need to be filled, don’t you, sweetness?”

“Please, Alpha.” I inhale the thick pheromones behind his ear. “It hurts. ”

“I’ll ease the ache for you.” His hand slips under my robe, and he grabs my ass, fingers dipping into my crease to find my dripping entrance. “God, you’re so wet. It wouldn’t take anything to slide right into you.”

“Do it, Alpha.” I rock my hips, my hard dick grinding against his stomach. “Breed me. Stuff me full. Put your baby in me.”

“Fuck, that’s tempting. You have no idea how much I want to do that.” He cups the back of my head, pressing my face to his throat, where his pheromones fill my lungs. “Keep breathing me in, and let me take care of you.”