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𝐇𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤(𝐢𝐬𝐡)!𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 "𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬" 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭! 𝐈 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!! 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐈𝐀𝐅 𝐟𝐢𝐜 🙈

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 🥰

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭.

A Targaryen can do as he pleases.

It’s what he says to you when he finds you in Fleabottom. He didn’t need to hide who he was, why should he? Crown Prince Daemon Targaryen, Lord Commander of the City Watch, and Heir Apparent to the Throne of Westeros, he truly can - and does - do as he pleases. The people love and hate him in equal measure. He provided safety with his training of the City Watch, vicious though it may be, and the small people felt safe again.

You, however, felt no such emotion at his hands.

You sold flowers on the streets, after plucking them from a small garden in the town, and pressed and dried within a book your late father had long ago pilfered from a highborn child who left it on the streets. You had been taught some basic reading from that book, and your mother used it to press the flowers that you sold for copper coins. A woman of business is what you fancied yourself, well learned and earning a wage without the aid of your body, no matter what the ogling eyes of the male townsfolk told you, you were better than that.

Until Daemon.

He would’ve captured your eye regardless of his royal status, of this you were certain. Dashing, well spoken, silver hair and a smile that was both a dismissive sneer and a warm welcome… he bought your entire stock of pressed flowers, your fingers dropped copper coins to the floor, and he praised your ability to count. He courted you gently, sweetly, and by the time he led you to the Street of Silk, you were his, and by the end of the night, you were more than just his conquest, you were his unwilling whore.

A future king does not ask for permission, he expects obedience.

A Targaryen can do as he pleases.

He whispers those words to you as he hovers over you, the Valyrian steel in between his fingers glowing molten silver against the firelight. It hurts as he gently carves his initials into your hip, marking you permanently as his own whore. You cry when he laps at the blood, his tongue cold when it delves lower, between your thighs, bringing you to unwilling pleasure.

There is ecstasy in agony, Precious . Give in to me.

He teaches you the letters afterwards, tells you what they spell. He kisses away your tears, lips gently chapped against your skin. It’s good, he says, this is protection, no one else will touch you now.

He’s kind, your captor, in a way. You’re kept quietly and in good luxury. Tutors are brought to you, you learn numbers, learn more words and how to read and write your own name. It pleases Daemon to see you learn, to hear you speak in a manner that befits a woman sleeping with a prince, and with an accent that no longer “drags across the floor.”

You try to run away once, after a long night of Dameon using you as he saw fit. It was a brief opening, the guards posted at the end of the hallway had been called away, so you gathered yourself and broke free of the brothel he imprisoned you in, thoughts of your bright flowers, and tiny dank home filling you with joy.

You were foolish. Even as uneducated as you really were, it should have occurred to you that it was too easy to escape.

Daemon was at your home, Dark Sister pressed to the skin of your mother’s neck, that tiny smile that looked like a sneer on his face. He nods as you fall to your knees, promising everything, anything, whatever he wants, whenever he wants it.

“I already have that, Precious. But now you know that you have nothing else.”

Your mother’s blood was redder than the roses you saw once during the last spring.

The day he takes you to the pits is permanently etched in your memory. Your eyes are wide as you take in the great space, made even more eerie in the moonlight, goose flesh rising across your arms as you hear the hidden dragons trill at each other from their darkened pens. Daemon leads you silently further and further into the home of the Targaryens true power, his long fingers idle on your wrist.

You had never tried to escape again in the months since he murdered your mother in front of you, you were not so stupid to try. Your fate was sealed, and a part of you welcomed it…

The rumble came from directly in front of you. The puddle of water from the previous night's rain shook with the steps that thundered towards you.

Daemon’s hands went to the bottom of your skirts, the words he spoke at your ear incomprehensible to you, but the dragon in front of you halted suddenly, its teeth glowing in the night…

“Caraxes is hungry, Precious… do not startle him, you already smell far too good.” Cold fingers go between your legs, and then a booted foot kicks your ankles farther apart.

Daemon Targaryen takes you slowly in front of his dragon, you can almost see your reflection in the beast's teeth.

A Targaryen can do as he pleases.

“Run from me again, and it will be the very last thing you do, do you understand?”

You did.

Some years later - one, or two, you could not be certain - and everything changes again. Daemon leaves you alone for longer than he had before. At first you’re pleased, his attentions had been growing more violent of late, some unknown frustration makes him angry, and he takes it out on you constantly. His silver words, and cool hands afterwards would beg for your forgiveness and of course you gave it, but his temper would rise again, hot and deadly like the fire his red dragon breathed. After a while though, you begin to miss him, even though the admission makes you nauseous. He’s the only person you see besides the people who bring you food, bathing water, and clothing.

Except… soon they disappear too.

You don’t know what happened, but no one comes to the door for many hours. You see the sun rise and set and then rise again through the gaps in the slatted windows, and soon the rumbling in your belly gets too much to ignore. Your hands tremble as you reach for the wooden handle, the memory of your mothers lifeless body flashes in your mind. The last time you tried to escape it was by Daemon’s own design, and he had punished you severely.

The golden eyes of Caraxes haunt you… you don’t want the terrible death of being a dragon's meal. You don’t want to die alone in a room pretending loyalty to a monster of a Prince either…

The door opens.

Sunlight streams in, and you blink a little, shielding your eyes from the rays… and then you step out. It’s warm, warmer out here in the world than the gilded hole Daemon had kept you in. You smile as you realise it is in fact still summer, you had thought that perhaps autumn had arrived…

You don’t realise it, what with being almost delirious with hunger, but you’re still wearing the clothing Daemon allowed you to wear, and the stares from the nearby people are mostly ignored by you. Your hunger calls to you, louder than any shout or jeer from men nearby. Part of you assumes that they know who you belong to, that they wouldn’t dare touch the whore of Daemon Targaryen.

A man holds out food to you, tripping over his words to tell you how many coins you would owe him for the privilege. How could you tell him that just because you were a kept whore, it didn’t mean you earned what the others did, and you had no coins to offer?

Instead you snatched the warm meat and ran.

Of course, you didn’t run far. Your feet were bare, your energy dissipated almost as quickly as it flared up, and the hands of the men who had been following you stopped you as surely as a wall would have. You tried to scream when their stench overwhelmed you, and when you felt your minimal clothing tear, but you couldn’t. A dangerous lethargy took you over. It would happen again, but maybe these men would be kind enough to kill you afterwards…

They dragged you into an alcove, you could still hear the murmurs of people in the streets, not one person came to help you as the group of men twisted and bent you into a position they liked-

“Rapers!”

The first scream that was issued was not by you after all. The men were dragged off you, blood shone bright against the dirty wall of the alcove, but all you saw was gold… gold cloth and brown eyes…

“You’re safe now.”

You felt safe when you were lifted into the strongest arms you think you’d ever felt. You didn’t say thank you though. Darkness took you.

He shouldn’t have taken you in, that much you were certain of, but the gentle man with the fierce strength had taken you to his quarters to make you well again. Whenever you asked him why he would do that - a knight in the City Watch - he would simply smile,

“I cannot allow a pretty lass like yourself to be alone on those streets. Stay. Get well. I’ll see you’re taken care of.”

His name was Harwin Strong. Ser Harwin Strong. His father was on the Small Council of King Viserys… and he had taken a liking to you.

His quarters were not like the humbling opulence of the rooms Daemon had forced you into. They were simple, almost homely, and they smelled less like Dragon and blood, and more like dirt and male musk. You spent a week there recovering your strength, and slowly discovering how best to leave. Harwins quarters were not fortified like Daemon’s prison, but there were people everywhere, and you did not wish to be seen when you left.

You went to sleep one night after a good meal and successfully avoided the kind gaze of Harwin, deciding to go the following morning, in the hour after Harwin would leave for his duties, hoping to get some rest. He was too kind, and you were far too dangerous to stay with someone like him…

A Targaryen can do as he pleases.

Fire over flesh. Burning pain. Valyrian steel, dripping with blood, and one golden eye watching you from afar…

You wake to concerned brown eyes. A small part of you notes that there is green in Harwin Strong's gaze, but a bigger part of you is still choking on the scream lodged in your throat.

“Please, let me go, please!”

“Calm down, lass, tell me who hurt you!” It’s an order barked at you as he holds you with gentle hands. You look around in a panic, expecting to see the tapestry Daemon hung depicting lovers in various stages of sex, and to smell the rushes he had put down every morning after he left to remove the scent of his seed and your blood.

You didn’t see the tapestry though, you only saw Harwin. You didn’t smell the scent of captivity, you only had Harwins clean skin in your nose. Slowly your heart beat came back under control, and the edges of the nightmare faded.

“I can’t tell you. He will find me, you have to let me leave!” You tremble in his hold, the urge to flee fighting against the need to let Harwin hold you. You stare into his hazel eyes - the colour so like the leaves turning from green to brown due to autumn’s caress - and whisper again, “Please, Ser Harwin, I must leave. He will find me.”

His pause lasts far too long. You hope he will see reason, that he will understand and allow you your freedom…

“I’m not afraid of a dragon, lass. No one can hurt you whilst I am here.”

“Daemon can do as he pleases. It’s what he always said when…” heat rushes up your face, and you pull out of his hold bitterly, “You never said Daemon…”

“No, I didn’t, and I mean no disrespect, but a woman of your station has no need to know this man or his dragon unless he made sure you did so personally.” His voice is kind, soft, but it hardens as he stands over you, “You’ll stay here, Y/N. Please don’t fight me on this. I won’t hurt you, but I will not allow another to, either.”

You don’t flinch when he bends down and presses a kiss to your forehead. You’d learned long ago that even the sweetest gestures could turn sour if you fought them.

Being a knight’s captive was far preferable to being a Prince’s, as it turned out.

You learned that Daemon had fled to Dragonstone, and had gone to war in somewhere called the Stepstones, it was why he had disappeared suddenly.

“It’s likely that he meant to come back for you, but he fled in disgrace, disinherited, banished… and war is not a call most men will ignore.” Harwin murmurs at the dinner table when you finally ask why he is so certain that Daemon will not hunt you down. He smiles at your next question, why you now couldn’t leave,

“Because, he could come back, he could have people looking for you, he has more than enough means to pay slavers to drag you to him to warm his tent as he wages war.” His hand is warm when he takes yours, “I would have you safe, and with me. Just to be sure.”

So you stay. What other choice do you have? It’s pleasant enough, Harwin allows you to read some books, and you offer to clean for him. After a while you start to feel safer there, Harwin never touches you, and you start to think that he really does just want to keep you safe, that he has no nefarious aims after all. That he was better than Daemon. It starts to bother you several months in, and the autumn is finally starting to make the air cool after a long and hot summer. What was wrong with you? Were you not pleasing to his eyes? Daemon - for all his faults - would praise you and what you did to him constantly, and his touch would make you nauseous.

You thought that Harwin’s would be gentler than Daemon’s. A part of you longed to find out.

The night was cold, and you awoke from a nightmare you can’t remember. Sleep evades you, the wind comes through the cracks in the slats at the windows, chilling the skin it can reach and causing trembles to overtake you.

The floor is even colder than the air when you slowly move through the hall and towards Harwin’s bedchamber… every inch further you tell yourself to go back, that he could hurt you as Daemon used to, that you were a fool to head into danger just because he had been kind.

But you were so cold, and Harwin’s touch was so warm.

It was the dead of night. You dithered at his door, shivering in the moonlight. If you knocked and woke him, he would be furious, he could turn you out on to the streets, but if you walked yourself into his bedchamber with no invitation, and clambered into his bed seeking warmth whilst he slept, surely that would be a worse violation?

The question was answered for you when his door opened, and Harwin stood there, the heat that you sought blazing in his hazel eyes. You stepped back at the look, at the sheer male power he exuded - stronger and softer than Daemon’s, all at the same time - words falling from your lips as he backed you against the wall behind you,

“I-I’m sorry, I just- I was cold, and-”

“Hush now. I know how to make you warm, lass.”

He was like fire when he pulled you to him by the back of the neck, and crashed his lips to yours. He picked you up easily, holding you gently to him as he took you into his room, and laid you softly across his bed. It amazed you that a man such as Harwin gave you more light and fire, than a Prince like Daemon who claimed kinship to beasts that breathed it.

The sun was shining in the room by the time Harwin had finished with you, every part of you tingled with gentle pleasure as he pulled you to him, his nakedness soothing to you. He traced the scars on your hip, a frown forming again when he sees them again,

“If I live to be one thousand, I promise you will never be hurt in such a way again.”

Sleep pulls at you, but your smile grows as you nuzzle against his skin, “You do not need to make such promises, I’m safe with you, remember? He will not find me.”

There is a pause, hazel eyes looking down at you for the briefest of moments, before Harwin whispers the words that take every last drop of fear that you have and destroy it,

“Prince Daemon died in the Stepstones, lass. He will never hurt you again.”

You don’t feel like a captive any more, even though you really should have. You hadn’t set foot outside of Harwin’s quarters in a long time, but every time you brought it up, he would distract you. The winter was short, but he brought you furs to keep warm. Books from libraries you assumed he should have no access to were gifted to you to keep you occupied, and he had dresses ordered for you so that you felt more and more like a noble woman who kept house for her knighted husband.

And of course, he took you often, and his appetite was insatiable. Harwin would murmur that he wanted to fill you with his child, he wanted sons and daughters with you. Every month when your bloods came again, it didn’t seem to deter him,

“We have fun trying, don’t we lass?” And he would lift your skirts and take you again, a smile on his face as he thrust into you at a leisurely pace, drawing out your pleasure until you could cry from the joy of it…

Spring was in the air when it changed, when Harwin became despondent, and his touch changed from gentleness to bordering on violent. What privilages you had, were stripped, and you found yourself under him at almost all times when he was home. His determination to make sure you were with his child became an obsession, one that made you terrified for your future.

You should have known it was all too good to be true.

“Harwin? What’s wrong?”

You were in his lap, skirts around your waist, and his cock buried inside of you again. His seed already dripped from you into his lap, but he still thrust, getting himself hard again. His hands were firm on your waist, pinning you to him, his eyes rolling a little as you fluttered around him,

“Don’t talk, lass… Just stay where you are. Please?”

“I-”

“I’m sorry, my love.” Firm fingers grasp your chin, keeping your eyes firmly locked on his, “I wanted you round with my son before now. Now, I fear it’s too late.”

“Too late? What-”

The door crashed open, and your entire world with it.

Daemon’s hair was short now, but that smile hadn’t changed. Still cold, still a dismissive sneer as much as it was a warm welcome. Ice shot up your veins, and you swore your heart stopped completely… until Harwin pulled your face back to his,

“Forgive me. I lied to you because I love you too much to let you go willingly. I had hoped that if you carried my babe…”

“It’s too late for that now, Strong.” Daemon murmured at your back, cold hands on your shoulders, and then at your throat, tilting your head back to look into his eyes, “But I don’t see why we both can’t share her. Between us we can have her filled with our bastards in no time.” Dark Sister shone when he pulled it from his scabbard, no words fell from his lips, but you understood his meaning completely.

A Targaryen can do as he pleases.

Do as I wish, or Harwin’s life is forfeit.

A single tear falls from your eye, which Harwin gently wipes away, and Daemon pulls you unceremoniously from his lap.

“Undress me. We have a lot of time to catch up on.” Daemon sneers, “Harwin can watch.”

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buckysunshine · 1 year

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New A/B/O fic with Bucky and Tony? LET’S GOOO. Not a pair I expected but fully welcome. First chapter’s so interesting already, can’t wait for part 2!!

Scenting Their Prey

Masterlist

Words: 4.5k

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Kidnapping, captivity, drugging, explicit sex, non-con, dub-con, oral (fr), A/B/O dynamics.

Relationships: Alpha!Tony Stark x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Summary: As an Omega, you had control of your life and your choices. Until you didn't...

A/N: This is for @ironlady1993's I love you 3000 Challenge and it's VERY late. I'm so sorry. The next and final part will post this week. Bucky's turn. Thank you so much!🙏

Tags are a mess. If you aren't tagged, it's not intentional. I'm working on another way to get word out.

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"You're just letting me go?" you asked.

"Wait by the gate," one of the soldiers told you.

He motioned you toward a simple farmer's gate that broke up the barbed wire fence that stretched out as far as the eye could see. That the man stood slightly in front of the others told you he was the leader. All of them dressed in black tactical gear, all holding rifles except for the one who spoke to you. His was slung across his back.

Your heart raced as you timidly did as you were told. You shivered in the chilly autumn breeze.

Beyond that rusted gate was an open field with a forest at its edge. There were no visible guards beyond the gate: just wide-open spaces, freedom.

You swallowed hard. It couldn't be that easy, could it?

When the northern states began invading the southern border of Canada, everyone knew why. Omega birth rates in the US had been dropping for the last twenty-five years, causing the land of the free to resurrect some very archaic restrictions on the few they had. The alpha population, on the other hand, flourished.

But despite all their twisted efforts, very few omegas were born in the US over the last two decades.

It started with a rash of disappearances. It didn't take long for the media to ascertain that every one of those missing young Canadians was an omega. Once the invasions started in small border towns, the politicians got involved. A war between the two nations would be declared at any time.

None of it helped the omegas caught in the crosshairs. Not yet. One by one, the border towns were invaded. The younger omegas were rounded up and taken into custody. The stories were all over social media. The kidnap victims, male and female, were illegally transported into the US and auctioned off to alphas for vast sums of money.

Your town had been invaded. They'd plucked you out of your life along with all the other young omegas in your community, mated and unmated. You were kept in a makeshift prison on the outskirts of town for the last few weeks, kept company by armed guards.

The facility was run like a prison. All of you were fed three meals a day and allowed a daily shower. But there was no communication with the outside world. No television, internet, or smartphones. You got an hour in a community room each evening after dinner. They provided jigsaw puzzles, craft baskets, and a handful of books. All the books were educational, written to educate omegas on what to expect during heat cycles, nesting, mating and bonding, birth, and parenthood.

The writing was on the wall. You were all held captive, deprived of the suppressants most of you took to control your biology. You were all like death row inmates, waiting for the permanent death of your freedom. It was only a matter of time before you found yourself shipped off to America for auction to some unknown wealthy alpha to claim.

That's why you were so confused now.

With your heart flying, you glanced over your shoulder to see another omega from your town standing in the place where you'd been standing before. She looked as confused as you felt. Both of you wearing the camouflage-colored sweatshirts and jeans they handed out this morning. The boots they gave you were too small, squeezing your toes.

You waited by the gate, exhaling a shaky breath.

What was going to happen next?

The leader marched in your direction, stopping in front of you. The man towered over you, his gaze hard. The subtle scent of him told you he was a beta. All of the guards were.

You froze when he pulled out a small pistol. In the blink of an eye, he pressed it to the side of your neck. You flinched when he pulled the trigger, felt a sharp pinch. Then it burned. What had he shot you with?

"I'm going to open the gate," he said meaningfully. "And you're going to run across the field to the woods. If you stop running, you'll be shot."

Oh, shit.

"Once you get to the woods, you're on your own," he went on. "If you can find your way out of those woods, you're free."

Free, huh? You didn't buy it. They wouldn't have invaded your town, taken you captive, and held you for weeks just to let you go. What was going on here?

With an efficiency that was startling, he lifted the latch on the gate and pulled it open.

"Run!" he yelled.

Your body sprang into action despite the thoughts swirling around in your head, despite the burn spreading out from your neck. You sprinted out of the gate, running like hell for the woods to avoid being shot. You were winded by the time you reached the woods. Your activity had been very limited since they took you.

Fear wouldn't allow you to look back. You paused for a beat to catch your breath and then you began wandering the woods. Something told you the offer was too good to be true, that you wouldn't be allowed to just wander out of the woods to freedom. But if there was any chance you could find a way to free yourself...

You scanned the area around you wildly at first. Did you know this place? Was it close to home?

You made your way through the woods, but nothing looked familiar. As the line of trees where you'd entered the forest got farther away, you came to realize how dense and deep these woods were.

You weren't watching where you were going and collided hard with someone. Your heart flew as you stared at another captive from the facility where you'd been kept. Her eyes were wide in alarm.

"Watch it!" she hissed.

"Sorry."

When you started to go about your way, she grabbed you by the sleeve and hauled you back with her behind a huge tree trunk. You looked at her in question.

"They are hunting us," she whispered loud enough for you to hear. "Don't you get it?"

Hunting?

"What?" you mouthed.

She leaned close, getting in your ear. "There are alphas hunting us," she said. "It's just a game to them."

You stared at her in horror as you moved back. You didn't miss the perspiration on her brow, her labored breathing. Her scent was strong around both of you. Climbing warmth spread out from your neck to the rest of you. Now that you'd paused, you became aware of it. Your fear escalated as your hand flew up to cover where he'd shot you.

"What did they give us?" you asked.

The other omega glared. "What do you think?"

With horror, you realized what they'd done.

"My heat is coming on fast," she said. "Yours will too. If we stay together, the scents will be too concentrated. They'll find us easily."

You knew she was right, but your heart sank. You'd just found someone else in your situation. It would have been nice to work together, find a way out of the woods.

If you ever did. If you even could.

"Go!" she said, and you started moving.

Even though it was a cool autumn day, you were hot and it was getting worse. Your mind spun as you tried to move quickly but quietly. How many of you were they sending out? How many alphas were looking for the lot of you? What was going to happen?

You struggled to breathe through your nose, to watch where you stepped. There was a chance you'd make it out, right? Could you survive this without being found by some arrogant American alpha? You needed to keep track of your direction. Glancing up in desperation, you were looking for the position of the sun through the canopy of trees.

And that's when you spotted him.

The man perched high up in a tree, dressed in black tactical gear like the soldiers at the facility except one of his sleeves was shiny, threaded with gold. Is that how the alphas are dressed? Brown hair that just touched his shoulders framed his face.The bottom half of that face was concealed by a black mask and steely blue eyes watched you intently above it. Crouching in the tree, you couldn't tell how big he was. You hoped he wasn't fast.

You sprinted away, racing through the forest as fast you could and praying you wouldn't trip and fall. You heard him hit the ground hard. Your heart threatened to beat its way out of your chest as you just kept going, hoping he hurt himself in the fall.

The heavy sounds of his footfalls came up behind you fast. A strong arm grabbed the back of your sweatshirt and swung you around. You were shoved back against a tree hard, knocking the wind from your lungs. The edge of your vision faded to black to see the man in front of you, his blue eyes lit up in determination. He held you to the tree by your neck. When you tried to pry his hand off, you found it was unnaturally hard. It wasn't a shiny sleeve. It was a metal arm.

The man plucked the black mask off his face, dropping it to the ground as he leaned in and pressed his face into your scent glands. He took another whiff of you as you trembled in his grasp. His own scent invaded your senses: deep plum, leather, and winter forest. The scent of him pushed the growing flames burning inside you higher, your thighs clenched together, and moisture flooded your panties. Was it the chemical they gave you to provoke a heat cycle? Would you have reacted to him anyway?

Even so, he was a head taller than you with wide shoulders and long muscular limbs. His intent gaze burned into you as he held you there, struggling in his grip. You jerked as his flesh hand grabbed the waist of your jeans, plucking them open before sliding down into your panties. Your range of movement was limited as he held you by the neck against the tree. No matter how much you twisted and squirmed, you couldn't keep his seeking fingers from sliding through your heated folds on all the slick your body was producing. The slight smile that curved his mouth filled you with dread as he pulled his hand free of your denim.

All you could do was stare when he brought those fingers up to his mouth, his lips and tongue cleaning them. His low hum was a deep sound that you felt in every inch of your body. Some dark intent lit up those dark blue eyes as he focused on you.

But he wasn't saying anything.

In a flash, he threw you over his right shoulder, held in place with his flesh hand. He started moving and your stomach lurched as the woods flew past you at an unnatural speed. Your hands clutched the back of his jacket, the black leather cold under your fingers. You spotted another girl from your confinement, running from another alpha. The omega who told you what happened was further into the woods on her hands and knees, being fucked from behind by the alpha who caught her.

Adrenaline spiked your growing fear. You didn't even try to fight the beast of a man who had you. What was wrong with you?

Planting your hands on his back, you pushed off hard and fast. It worked because you surprised him, landing on the ground with a thump behind him. Pain seared your knees and elbows as you scrambled up. Now if you could be fast enough in getting away.

You dashed off, screaming when another man darted out from behind a tree and caught you in his arms. The one who held you wasn't as tall as the other man, but you could feel the muscular wall of his chest under your fingers as he held onto you. Unlike the first one, he wore a deep burgundy sweater and jeans like he was just walking through the woods. His scent was an intoxicating blend of ash, iron, and molten lava. You fought to breathe, unable to prevent yourself from pressing your face into his neck and taking a deep breath of the alpha's essence.

"Thank you, Barnes," he said, his hold on you tightening. "I'll see you back at the cabin."

Planting your hands on that chest, you tried to push back, to free yourself. This alpha with his perfectly coiffed dark hair, goatee, and deep hazel eyes chuckled as he held onto you with ease.

"Feisty," he said, startling you when he fastened a heavy metal device around your wrists with a speed that was scary. "I like it."

"No." The man behind you growled the word. You felt the heat of him behind you, his scent invaded your senses and went to your head. "She's mine."

The other alpha stiffened against you.

"Ah, no," he said confidently. "She's the one I picked out. I showed you, remember? I realize you're on the edge of a rut, buddy. But this one is mine. Go find your own."

Barnes' low growl sent a spike of fear through you. Would he accept that?

To you, the alpha who cuffed you said, "Start walking. You get more than three feet away from me and those cuffs are going to get very uncomfortable."

What?

You sped up, trying to dash away. Electric pulses sent searing pain up your arms. The pain was so acute, it took your breath away. It momentarily overpowered the biological process they'd artificially induced in you. And that was saying something.

Grabbing your elbow, he urged you to walk along next to him, in no particular hurry. A smirk formed on his handsome face as he pulled you along in the forest. You were afraid of what it might mean. You were so overwhelmed by everything, you cooperated. You didn't want to feel the pain again.

And Barnes couldn’t take you away from him without causing you a lot of pain. He wouldn’t, would he?

The lewd sounds of coupling were all around you, a macabre symphony of domination that pushed your fears higher. They were also making the powerful craving building in your body so much worse. The slick soaked your panties, your jeans, clinging to you in a sticky mess. Your core was aching, and your thighs were starting to tremble. You hadn't been given bras and the scrape of your sweatshirt against your tight nipples was impossible to ignore.

The one he'd called Barnes wasn't trying to stop you. Was he still back there? Had he gone to find another omega? It was hard to tell over the sounds of coupling and hard to focus on with waves of heat and need pulsing through your body.

As your heart raced and your breath came faster, you saw the edge of the forest ahead. He'd mentioned a cabin to Barnes. Did that mean he didn't intend to claim you in the woods? If you were now going to belong to this alpha, was he sparing you at least that indignation?

A few feet from the break in the trees, the alpha stopped you. Walking around in front of you, his gaze on your plucked-open jeans. His smile widened.

"This will make him insane," he said, reaching in and gripping your panties. They were so wet there wasn't even a rending sound as he ripped them from you, pulling them free of your jeans. Humiliation had you dropping your gaze as he brought them up to his nose. "Fucking perfect."

Why did he want to make Barnes insane?

A low whine escaped you as your pussy lips absorbed the pain of that extraction. Craving more. The alpha's expression held a touch of sympathy.

"Not much farther," he said, dropping your underwear to the forest floor. He's leaving them for the other alpha? Why? A display of dominance? "We'll take good care of you. I promise."

It wasn't lost on you that he said we.

When you emerged from the woods, at a different point than you'd entered them, you saw more armed soldiers. Another drove up in an open black cart, nodding to the alpha as he pulled you toward it.

"Everything has been arranged, Mr. Stark,"

"Thank you," he muttered.

Helping you in first, he climbed into the driver's seat, and off you went. It was a short drive until you reached what looked like an expensive resort. Yes, all the buildings were styled as rustic log cabins. But as you got closer, you saw that they were upscale and luxurious with huge shimmering windows and other fancy architectural touches that would have been expensive. If you hadn't been cramping so badly, you might have appreciated the sprawling resort.

As it was, you were in a lot of discomfort bordering on pain. By the time he pulled into the garage of the largest cabin you would see, you were shaking. The heat they'd forced on you made you desperate. The scent of him next to you had your mouth watering. You were ready to crawl into the alpha's lap even as your mind was screaming at you to fight and resist.

Reaching over, he freed you from the cuffs. His fingers felt so good as they soothed the flesh marked by the metal. His heated gaze was intent on you.

"They dosed you good, didn't they? Have you ever been through a heat before?" he asked.

“Alone,” you said, tears gathering. Frustration burned your body while your mind was spinning.

“I’m Tony. And I know you don’t think so right now,” he told you, “but you will have a good life with me. Our cubs will have a good life. You won’t want for anything.”

Dropping your head, steeling yourself against the ache, you managed to mutter, “freedom.”

“Freedom?” Tony said, his chuckle was a deep, rich sound. “You haven’t even experienced freedom yet. But you will.”

With impressive speed, he dashed around the cart and scooped you out, carrying you bridal style into the luxurious cabin. Your face pressed into his neck, breathing him in. The heat and strength of him were compelling, had you grinding your thighs together in agony.

The huge bedroom was warm, cozy. The fireplace next to the bed held a bright flame adding its glow to the soft lighting. The bedding looked sumptuous and soft. The extra blankets neatly folded on the bed had your mind spinning, wishing you’d had time in advance to work with those blankets. Get everything just right.

A cart on the other side of the bed, loaded with food. There was a basket of fruit and a small stack of protein bars. There were sweets too with cookies and pastries. The small cooler next to it was filled with ice, bottles of water.

Tony was careful in placing you on the huge bed. Smoothing a hand over your cheek, his eyes were kind. But there was something… some mischief. What was happening? He’d went to all the trouble to pluck you out of the forest.

A quick glance around the room and he sighed. “I think we’re all set.”

You were panting, a hand down in your jeans. You were burning alive from the inside and your desperate fingers on your clit couldn’t bring you relief. Your tears were bitter. Your life was being stolen by an obviously wealthy American alpha. You’d been thrown into heat against your will. Heat swallowed you. Your throat was parched.

Were you even going to survive this?

“Let’s make you more comfortable,” Tony purred, grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt and pulling it over your head. His gaze roamed over your breasts, his smile widening. He lifted a hand, barely touching one tight nipple with his fingertips.

That simple touch pulled a desperate whine from you.

“It’s okay.” That hand slid down over your ribs and darted into your jeans. When his fingers pushed in around yours and found your clit, you thought you were going to explode. You froze, taking in the delicate way he was tracing circles around that tiny bundle of nerves at your center. His lips chained kisses along your neck, the light scratch of his beard made you shiver. “You really are perfect.”

Tony moved to push your jeans down and you were frantic to help him, managing to shed the shoes and socks you wore too. His hands skimmed over your thighs as you did, the rough pads of his fingers making your crazy and surprising you all at once. Why would a wealthy alpha has rough hands?

When you were fully revealed to him, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into him for a kiss. Every part of your body was on fire, aching. It didn’t speed him up. He took his time, claiming your mouth with a seeking kiss. He enticed you, tasted your lips. When he eased back, you just stared.

“What are you doing?” Your voice sounded desperate to your own ears.

Tony chuckled. “In a weird way, I’m reinstating Prima Nocta.”

You had no idea what that meant, and you didn’t care. Taking you in his arms, he took both of you further up the bed, into the small mountain of pillows at the top. His lips blazed a path over your jaw, down to your chest. When his mouth closed around one of your nipples, it was all you could do not to scream. You choked it back, losing your mind as the tip of his tongue danced around that tight little peak.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered around it. “I want to hear you.”

You gasped as he moved down your body, his mouth cleaning the slick from the tender flesh of your inner thighs. Your hands shook as your fingers sank into his hair. You parted your legs for him, closer now to getting the relief you needed. When he got his mouth on you, you screamed long and loud. While his tongue strummed your clit with precision when it wasn’t exploring your folds, you were howling wantonly in the quiet of the cabin.

You begged for relief, pleaded for more. The alpha held you open for him easily, humming into your flesh until you thought you’d blow apart. You came the first time just from that vibration. Tony brought you off the second time on his tongue.

Tony lifted from you, pulling the sweater he wore off and revealing a dazzling display of muscles. But there were so many scars, including a nasty looking one right at the center of his chest. You were about to reach out and trace it with a finger, but he caught your chin in his hand and made you meet his gaze.

“Present for me,” he said. Not an order but a sensual request.

And you scrambled to get on all fours for him, facing the pile of pillows at the end of the bed. Tony’s hand caressed your ass, and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Let’s turn you around,” he whispered.

Whatever you want. You turned to face the huge picture window at the other end of the huge room. The sun was setting and smearing the sky in vivid red and orange, almost dark. You dropped down to your elbows, whining a little as you did to let him know you were still in need. The two orgasms you already had took the edge off, but everything still hurt.

You’d had a couple of lovers, betas, who you’d been happy with for a time. They’d been good lovers. You’d never been with an alpha. Tony slid easily into your weeping entrance. But the size of him… You gasped as he reached the end of you, your walls trembling to stretch around him. You wondered how it would feel when you weren’t in heat.

At the moment, it was bliss. His hands gripped your hips tightly and he began to move in you, knowing what you needed. His cock pounded into you once he established a rhythm, making you fight to stay in place for him. Your slick walls tried in vain to grip him, the slide tightening the grip lust had on you, spinning your senses.

The first howl you heard was on the edge of your awareness. It might have been Tony. It could have been you. But as Tony fucked you, the heat and lust consumed you. Your fingers clawed at the lavish bedding beneath you while your body craved more. Your heart slammed in your chest, in time with his powerful thrusts. You were panting, whining. By the time you were coming again, sensation overwhelmed you, coursing through your veins.

You dropped your head, a slave to your biology as Tony worked you from behind. You braced for him to reach his release, to knot you.

Yet, even in your chaotic state, you noticed he wasn’t in a frenzy as you were. Tony’s movements and breathing were controlled. His grip was firm but not demanding. While the string of orgasms helped quench the out-of-control flames of your heat, he wasn’t as desperate as you were.

Did he find you lacking? If you didn’t satisfy him, would you be sent back to the woods? The facility where you’d been kept for weeks?

Would they let you live?

Grabbing your hair, Tony pulled your head back up and holding you there. The move put the picture window in your view. The sun was sinking beneath the horizon and its dying rays offered enough light to see his shadow outside the window.

You saw the silhouette of the first alpha who caught you and it both terrified and excited you.

When his metal hand struck the window, cracking the glass beneath his fist, you came hard.

“Fuck yeah,” Tony growled behind you.

The world spun for you and Tony released your hair. His grip on your hips was iron-hard, almost hurt. Tony doubled down then, coming inside you as the echoes of your release went on and on until everything went black.

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