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There was a leather snake slither as the buckle slid through the loops, following her finger’s insistent tug. She didn’t know what she was doing, and her knees stung from the imprint of the ragged carpet, but she was almost drugged with her instinctive desire. Nicole was pulling on her shoulders, almost desperate, trying to get her back up, trying to insist on some kind of proprietary kindness that she didn’t want or need, so she ignored the alpha, intent on nuzzling into the fabric of her thin cotton boxers. She inhaled a deep, musky scent. An alpha scent.
It had been a long time since high school fumblings, but Waverly knew what to do. She let her breath blow hot over the damp outline of Nicole’s length, throbbing with desire visible through the cotton. It twitched, and she sent her tongue snake out to definite the head, circling while the alpha shuddered above her and let her hands fall away, her protest turning into a long, low moan.
“God, Waverly…” Nicole’s voice had a helpless note of agonized nobility to it, one she recognized and deeply admired, even as she smiled at the alpha’s attempts at chivalry. The night was bought and paid for already. And she was a woman grown, not a helpless damsel.
Her fingers rolled the waistband down, letting the alpha’s thick cock spring into her face as she dropped the boxers to the floor. Nicole was around average in length, judging by the amount of alpha erections she’d seen, but her girth was a definite distinctive feature. That and the vein that delicately pulsed along the shaft. Her hand wandered to it, instinctively, and she let her thumb play over the little ridge.
There was a muffled curse, and strong hands, hands meant for holding pistols and steering wheels, clenched on her shoulders. Nicole’s eyes were wild, when Waverly’s rolled up to meet them, and it sent a flood right into the omega’s barely-there panties. She knew Nicole could smell her now, and it made her thighs slick and her pupils blacken. There was nothing in her that wanted to hold back anymore. Her lips parted, and her tongue swept out, just flickering against the head. Her fingers closed around the shaft, and, as she bent, keeping her eyes on the alpha’s wide gaze, she knew she hadn’t been this aroused in years. Possibly ever.
Nicole’s disheveled state, the knowledge a fleeting touch could wreak such havoc upon the redhead, excited Waverly further. It emboldened her, and she allowed her tongue to do another pass over the reddened cockhead, gathering as much of the pearlescent fluid dripping from the tip as she could.
The taste of the alpha’s pre-cum spread across her tongue and almost overwhelmed her. It was salt and sweetness, and Nicole , distilled in a way that Waverly couldn’t properly explain. It was almost as if the scent that even now filled her nostrils had coalesced into physical form, one she could actually savor.
Giving in to her instincts, she sealed her lips over the cock’s throbbing head and sucked, more pre-cum spurting readily into her mouth. Thicker than she expected, the liquid washed down her throat, charged with the promise of what was to pass between them.
Images flashed through Waverly’s mind, searing and hot, of Nicole bending her over to knot her and fill her with her seed. She’d never gone that far with anyone, the few boys she’d experimented with in highschool fleeing in terror once Wynonna found out about them, but she’d glimpsed enough while working at Pussy Willows her brain had plenty of material to draw from. Familiar pain traversed her chest at the thought of her alpha sister; Wynonna had been her protector and her confidant, the rock she had held on after disaster had struck her family. Until one day she disappeared and left you here. The angry voice residing deep inside her heart reared its head, hissing words that dripped along her veins like poison.
If the rumors in town were to be believed, Wynonna had simply walked to the Purgatory’s limits one day and kept on walking, a rucksack slung over one shoulder. Waverly knew better; her sister would have never left their father’s motorbike behind. Not after clinging so stubbornly to the rusty thing while they sold everything else to keep the lights on at the Homestead and food on the table.
With effort, she tore her mind away from those thoughts. Waverly had been down that path before, enough times to know nothing but dark despair lay at the end of it. She would not let herself fall into that pit, not when she’d found someone willing to see her for who she really was, if only for one night.
Meeting Nicole’s eyes again was like gazing into the perfect storm.
Even her own thoughts rebelling against her hadn’t stopped her mouth and hands from moving, the patterns similar to those she’d picked up from the other girls. Waverly may not be as well versed as Angel, but she was determined, and the lust filling Nicole’s heavy-lidded gaze, was mirrored on her face.
She let Nicole’s cock go with a wet pop, and licked her lips, the playful moan she’d meant to tease the alpha with turning into a whimper when Nicole’s fingers tangled in her hair.
Nicole’s hand was badly shaking and her blunt fingernails scratched at Waverly’s scalp, making her keen again. She couldn’t tell whether the alpha was urging her on, or holding onto her to keep her knees from giving way.
“God, you feel so good.” Nicole’s voice had dipped to an octave lower, rough with need and one last, stalwart attempt at resisting her basest urges.
Waverly would not have it.
She bent, allowing the tip to slide down to nudge at her throat’s entrance, and willed herself not to gag, even as tears sprang to her eyes. She didn’t want Nicole to think she was uncomfortable...even if she was. Just a little, though. She hadn’t enough experience to breathe well through her nose, but she was learning quickly. Her second pass was easier, and, judging by the moans from the alpha above her, just as much appreciated.
Waverly learned more as she went along. Like how to massage Nicole’s shaft with her throat when she moaned around it, or hummed in her pleasure. Or how to lap sedately at the overflowing tip with batted lashes upraised, until a fountain greeted her efforts. Locking her lips around that volcanic spill yielded a sweet splash, and she swallowed greedily. The more she sucked, the more there was to gulp down, and it was fueling a needy surge in her omega instincts.
She moaned again, deeper, this time, as the tip nudged the entrance of her throat, and a hot flood dampened her panties. Her thighs tightened, and a primal shudder raced down her spine. She wanted to arch her back, to present for mounting, and it took everything in her not to whine and throw herself on the filthy carpet.
The more her inner omega thrilled to Nicole’s pleasure, the more the alpha seemed to respond in turn. The redhead’s hands were curling on her thighs, fingers digging into her palms, and the alpha’s cock was twitching with little pulses that Waverly could feel in her mouth every time she withdrew to lavish attention on the head. Nicole let out a helpless, vulnerable groan, and her hips jerked. She was close.
Waverly reached a hand up from gripping in the inner thighs of the alpha’s bunched jeans, left dangling around her knees. She grabbed Nicole’s hand, even as her head still bobbed eagerly to coax the alpha to thrust into her throat, and squeezed the fingers tightly, before guiding that hand to mold around the back of her head. Her eyes rolled up, sweet and pleading, as she encouraged Nicole to give in to her instinctual desires.
The alpha gave a choked growl, and her fingers slid into Waverly’s fine hair, gripping tightly, but not painfully. Her other hand sculpted around Waverly’s chin and jawline, her thumb stroking over her lips where they stretched around the alpha’s cock. Waverly moaned, and her lashes swept her cheeks, but she kept looking up at Nicole, feeling the strength of the alpha’s desire through their connection. The alpha let out something like a strangled moan, and her cock shuddered.
A thick spurt thudded into the back of Waverly’s throat, and she almost choked on it, but managed to swallow, gulping greedily as the flow increased. Nicole let out a long, low howl, and she slumped back, but managed to keep herself up enough to hold onto Waverly’s face, her thumb going slack as her hips jerked and stuttered. Waverly couldn’t help the moan of submissive desire that rolled out of her, but it resulted in some of Nicole’s effusive cum spilling down the corner of her mouth. She didn’t mind. Part of her was still clamoring to prostrate herself, bend her neck onto her elbows, and insist that Nicole release inside. Wearing the alpha’s cum was almost as appealing as feeling her explode.
After what felt like an eternity, the generous spurts subsided, a few last drops splashing onto Waverly’s collarbone as Nicole’s hips drew back. The alpha still cradled her face, but she didn’t seem aware of it. Her eyes were glazed over with the ebbing flow of her climax, the pupils blown so wide that she looked blind. Mouth slack and chest heaving, the alpha shuddered, Waverly’s attentions having weakened her knees enough to make her sway. Waverly could see herself reflected in Nicole’s gaze, hunger to rival her own filling the redhead’s vacant stare as she regained her bearings.
The desire plastered on Nicole’s face fueled her own, and Waverly caved, her inner omega preening in satisfaction as she turned her back to the alpha and presented.
The carpet underneath her was not only splotched with stuff best left unidentified, but also scratchy against the skin of her elbows and knees, yet discomfort paled to minor nuisance at the prospect of Nicole’s weight across her back, and the alpha’s cock stretching her cunt.
Remembering she was still wearing panties, Waverly reached down with one hand, clawing at the cloth. It was so soaked through with sweat and arousal that it stuck to her skin and would not give, so she gave up, whimpering and rolling her hips in the vain hope she’d find a little relief for the pulsing that had started deep within her.
Clit twitching, her pussy clenched around nothing, and Waverly desperately called out, fingers scrabbling at the carpet to anchor herself against a need so encompassing it threatened to drown her.
Her little cries were met by a low growl, and she stilled, neck bared in submission, hot slick splashing down her inner thighs.
Nicole would help her.
She would take care of everything.
***
Nicole could only stare, mouth working silently as Waverly presented for her. The omega’s sex was still covered by the scrap of fabric she wore for panties, the cloth so drenched with her slick it glistened in the rooms suffused light.
She could not see Waverly’s weeping cunt, but she could smell it; arousal, desire and need formed a heady mix that made it difficult to think. She drew in a shaky breath, cock already hardening again and, in her lust-fueled haze, she took a half-step forward.
No . The part of her that was still capable of thought clawed for control and she stopped. Not like this.
Not on the dirty floor, with Waverly’s knees and elbows getting bruised whenever she rutted inside her. Not with the omega facing away from her, as if Nicole had really only just paid for a night of sex like any other client. Not with purple and blue painting her skin come morning, for the other girls and patrons to gawk at.
If you didn't pay for sex then what? The same question Waverly had asked slithered through her jumbled thoughts, but Nicole couldn’t find an answer. Rather, one formed into her mind, but it cut too close to feelings territory for comfort.
The small, urgent cries coming from the omega jerked Nicole back to the present, and she answered with a snarl, her alpha rearing up possessively as another wave of pheromones spiralled into her lungs.
Knowing she would not be able to resist much longer, mind already filled by images of her knotting Waverly, Nicole kicked off her pants, the belt buckle jingling softly as she sent them flying into a corner of the room.
Attracted by the sound, Waverly raised her head, a confused whimper turning into a yelp when Nicole’s arms closed around her waist to lift her off the floor.
“No.”
The alpha forced the word between flashing teeth, pushing Waverly against the wall much the way the omega had done with her before. “Not that way.”
Waverly, who had hung her head crestfallen at the apparent refusal, perked up, letting out a moan when Nicole pressed their bodies together.
“Then how?” She choked out, hips rocking forward.
“Like this.”
With a grin, Nicole slipped a hand between them and, twisting her fist, ripped the omega’s panties into shreds.
***
Waverly gasped to feel rough knuckles brush against her bare skin, but she practically howled when she felt the soft, almost delicate skin of Nicole’s cock prod at her entrance. She shivered, offering herself as best she could with her body plastered to the alpha’s taller form, but the alpha still wasn’t done positioning them. She walked Waverly over to the bed, half-lifting, half-dragging, and covered the omega’s writhing form with her own as soon as they met the dusty coverlet. Waverly hardly noticed anymore, or cared. She was possessed by her need, made hollow by it. All she could focus on was the alpha on top of her, hitching her legs over Nicole’s hips with such tenderness amidst the raw desire.
“Like this,” the redhead repeated again, this time close to her ear, and Waverly drew in a breath as she felt the slow lunge, the first thrust.
The alpha’s hips slotted so nicely into her own it was as if they were made to cleave together, and her cock, blunt as it was, pushed needily inside, parting the omega’s lower lips as if in impatience, but there was no rush in Nicole’s eyes. The deputy was looking at her with a blend of concern and possessive, instinctive arousal, and the combination of sweetness and sex was burning Waverly up. She reared up, and bit at the alpha’s jawline, greedy and sharp. Another inch slid inside of her and they shared a grown between two rumbling throats.
“Gods, Waverly…” Nicole had said her name so many times, in so many different ways, but each time was more perfect than the last. The omega couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t remember the club below them and the seediness of their encounter. She just wanted Nicole to keep saying her name.
When, at last, their pelvises joined fully and the base of Nicole’s cock swelled against her clit, she started saying the alpha’s name back to her, moaning it, nearly screaming. The pace was deep, slow, hard...it was exactly what she needed. What she had wanted from every sexual encounter she’d ever had, high school to now, but perhaps just hadn’t known how to ask for it. Didn’t matter. Nicole was giving it to her, and oh, yes, she was indeed giving it good.
Waverly was barely aware of the obscene, wet, sucking and slapping noises from her lower half anymore. The thrusting was speeding up, and she couldn’t think through the pace as Nicole dug into her hips, lifting and grunting. She was pinned to the mattress, knees kissing her collarbone, and she didn’t care. “ Yes ,” she panted, nearly howling, “I...you...feel so good, so full...oh... yesss!”
Nicole lunged back for a deeper thrust, and her cockhead brushed against a swollen, aching spot just inside Waverly’s walls, tight as they were. She almost felt her eyes roll back into her head and her ears rang with buzzing, so she opened her mouth, gasping for air. The alpha moaned back at her, clearly feeling the pulse, and sped up, fucking the young omega through the tight triggers of her climax as it began, sending sparks and shockwaves through her whole body.
“Oh,” Waverly gasped, clutching at the alpha’s broad, sweaty shoulders. “ Oh, oh, oh ….!”
The ogasm that ripped through her body was like a tidal wave. Her toes curled and stretched over Nicole’s back, and her own spine arched, bent like a bow releasing an arrow as she screamed out her pleasure to the sordid walls of the upper floors, not caring who could hear her. She could barely get her breath before a second, and then a third crashed through her, and she realized dimly that Nicole’s fingers had slipped from her hip to her slippery clit, and the deputy was strumming away as if she depended on Waverly’s orgasms as much as the omega did. The brunette caught a gasp in her lungs and managed to swallow before another scream ripped from her throat.
“That’s it,” Nicole’s voice was a growl; a lustful panting rumble. “Yes, that’s it, come on, good girl, yes...there you go, yes .” She bit at Waverly’s neck, softly, and the feel of her teeth was enough to send another shock through their joined bodies. “ My Waverly, yes, good girl. Cum for me.”
She did, again and again, until she lost count, until each new wave of pleasure was crashing through her even before the last had subsided. Nicole’s teeth on her neck were the only thing anchoring her, or so Waverly felt, and at the same time their gentle hold upon her flesh was maddening. The omega within her pined for the piercing agony that accompanied a mating bite, which by logic was not something Waverly should have desired, not from a woman who was still mostly a stranger to her.
Waverly yearned for it; to feel Nicole inside , the alpha’s soul entwined with her own, their scents mingling to form an entirely different mix, so that anyone crossing paths with them would know that they belonged to one another.
It was an insane notion, and come morning Waverly would think back on it and probably call herself all kind of crazy. Life had already taught her the harsh distinction between reality and fantasy, and her dreams of building a family and raising pups of her own had died the day Wynonna had vanished. Once their night was over, Nicole would be gone, and Waverly would go back behind the bar to serve cheap whiskey and be catcalled at.
It would hurt less if she let these unreachable dreams get lost amid her bliss, to be swept away as if her mind had never conjured them.
Yet, Waverly wanted with every fiber of her being, unable to stop the primal need leading her to offer the spot where her pulse beat closest to the surface of her skin to the attentions of Nicole’s ardent mouth.
Hot breath skated across her neck, the alpha nipping and sucking a purple bruise that would sting for days into Waverly’s flesh.
She whimpered, her fingers finding purchase on Nicole’s hips and digging in as the redhead’s thrusts grew frantic and more sloppy. The alpha was close to spending herself, her cock incessantly milked by the pulsing of Waverly’s walls around it. Despite the faltering rhythm of her rutting, Nicole’s hand hadn’t stopped, fingers kneading the exposed tip of Waverly’s clit to coax yet another orgasm out of her.
Under Nicole’s touch and the relentless pounding of her cock, Waverly burned, seeing stars whenever its blunt head pushed against her cervix. There was also something else heightening her need: a rapidly swelling firmness at the base of the alpha’s shaft.
At first, Waverly felt disoriented by the new sensation, but then a thought ignited through her misfiring brain, setting it ablaze. The knot. Waverly moaned, the sound raw and animalistic, she’s going to knot me.
“Waverly…”
Above her, Nicole groaned, her eyes wide as the realization of what was about to happen dawned on her. Her stuttering hips came to a standstill and she hung over Waverly, trembling and wild-haired, her muscles rippling as she fought the need to fuck, to claim, to breed.
“‘S’okay…” The words hissed through Waverly’s clenched teeth and flexing jaw. “On suppressants.” She gave a sharp, upward jerk of her hips, rubbing herself against Nicole’s knot until her opening began to stretch and mould around it.
“Please!” The plea was torn from her scraped throat when the alpha wouldn’t make a move, her hands tugging at Nicole’s hips with growing urgency. “Please! I need- I want-!”
I need you.
I want you.
She had the time to register hot tears sliding down her cheeks, then Nicole was kissing her and driving forward. The gentle, almost reverent swipes of the alpha’s tongue against her own, were a stark contrast to the scarlet pain that spread from her opening to the rest of her pelvis.
The agony of it was brief but sharp, Waverly clinging to Nicole and swallowing her possessive rumbles. Her lover was trying her very best to be delicate; she could tell by the spasms wrecking Nicole’s back as she held herself in check, but there was no way around the pain.
Waverly’s felt her cunt stretch, her walls parted by the knot’s insistent pushing until it was all inside her. Slick flooded past it as it slid finally in place, sealing her opening, and she cried out, the shock of the sudden completeness descending over her almost too much to bear.
“So tight.” Nicole pulled back, thumb wiping the last of Waverly’s tears away. “So perfect .”
The way the alpha looked at her, as if she were a goddess manifested, was all it took to send Waverly right on the edge of another release.
“Please,” she begged again, her lips seeking Nicole’s, “please, give me everything.”
Nicole’s hips rolled forward, even as there was no room for Waverly to give, and the alpha heaved out a low cry against her mouth. Waverly echoed her, feeling the waves of pain recede into nothingness as the slow motion of the rut began. The alpha’s hips were pumping roughly, and her knot rocked inside the tight embrace of Waverly’s underused walls, but the stretch was delicious. Sparks of pleasure were zinging off behind Waverly’s closed eyes, and she forced them open, looking down to see where their bodies joined.
The sight undid her, right there. Her pink lips stretched thin against Nicole’s base, swallowing the alpha all the way inside, as the bulge of the knot moved within her. Wetness was coating the Sheriff’s abdomen in a slippery gleam and her sweat mingled with Waverly’s slick until her whole body shone. Nicole was looking back at her, too; eyes dark with her lust but still seeking Waverly’s, still trying to keep contact. She couldn’t take it. It was all so much.
She threw back her head as the waves of pleasure contracted in her belly and her body shuddered, sending her toes curling against the alpha’s back. But something wasn’t right, even as her walls shivered and clenched. Something was missing.
“Oh fuck,” she cursed, and wept, feeling frustration stymie her climax. “Please, ohhh….. please !”
She had no idea what she was pleading for, only that she needed it, and soon, or she’d never be complete again. It was only when Nicole’s huffing sped up, and her rutting pace increased, that she realized she needed the alpha to orgasm with her. She needed to feel Nicole empty inside, to feel that release from this strange alpha whose heart seemed so genuine and close to her own.
Luckily, Nicole seemed disinclined to refuse.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The alpha’s hips pumped in time with her swearing. “Oh gods, Waverly...I’m gonna...I’m gonna….”
She didn’t get to finish her warning before a strangled groan overtook her words and she lunged forward, sinking her teeth in a bruising hold on Waverly’s shoulder. It wasn’t quite the mating bite that the young omega had craved, but it was close enough. Waverly sobbed out her gratitude, and felt her inner walls pulsate and quiver as the first hot heavy spurts splashed from the alpha’s cock. As Nicole slumped against her chest, panting, the flow increased to a veritable fountain, and Waverly’s legs shook, thighs flexing against the alpha’s spine. She screamed, unable to stop herself, as wave after wave of mountainous pleasure slammed into her veins like a drug.
After a while, when her throat was raw and hoarse, the flow tapered off, and the seemingly-endless orgasm shared between their tied bodies slowed into a comforting tingle. Nicole groaned, burrowing her face into Waverly's collarbone, and sighed deeply. The omega laced her fingers through the fine, red locks of the alpha’s hair and simply breathed with her. The feeling in the room was quiet, but sweet. It was as if a fog had blocked out the noise of the club below, and the only thing that existed was their entwined bodies.
She could feel Nicole’s heartbeat, both on her chest and through the walls of her body, and the steady pulse was comforting, pleasant. Waverly could have gone on like this forever, and Nicole seemed to feel the same way. The redhead drew herself partway up, kissing the fingers that she caught from her hair, and Waverly couldn’t help but moan a little at the tenderness of it. Nicole caught her lips, then, and she swallowed all the noise.
“You’re so beautiful,” the young deputy told her, with honesty sparkling bright in her eyes, as they parted from the kiss. “So damn beautiful.”
“You.” Waverly responded, and wanted to say more, but Nicole rolled them onto their sides, then, and the shifting knot inside her wrenched a cry from her lips. The alpha wrapped her up close, and the cry turned into a soft whine. Waverly couldn’t help it. It was too much to feel the heat of her skin.
“Just rest,” Nicole told her, warm and rich with the vibration echoing between their bodies. “Just lay here with me and sleep. We have all night.”
We have all the time in the world, the alpha seemed to be promising. Waverly could feel it in the way she tightened her broad arms across the omega’s form. The deputy wouldn’t be inclined to let her go easily. That thought comforted her more than she realized, and she exhaled a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. Part of her, a small, hateful part, had wondered if Nicole would just leave after the knotting. That part of her was silent now, and she was grateful.
She let her eyes fall closed.
***
Morning came under the guise of a slammed door, and a blade of light wounding Nicole’s eyes. It was not the warm, soft light of the rising sun that greeted her however, but the smoky, lurid glow of the brothel’s hallway.
She pulled herself up onto her elbows, noting that the knot had disappeared during the night, hers and Waverly’s bodies becoming untied. The realization sent a lance of sadness through her; hot and copper-red, tasting like blood in the back of her throat.
Letting out a snarl of warning she tightened her arms around Waverly, the omega nuzzling into her chest half-dazed in response.
The man she’d bought the night with Waverly from stood in the doorway, a leery grin twisting his lips. He made no move to step inside, waiting for reality to catch up with her sleep-addled brain. When it did, the possessive display she had no right to cut short, he chuckled.
“Time’s up, deputy .”
He threw a meaningful look over his shoulder, and Nicole spotted two bouncers loitering in the hallway behind him. The musky, adrenaline-charged reek of a rising alpha challenge pricked at her nose and she grimaced. This must be a common occurrence if he’d come prepared; clients getting too carried away by their coupling with an omega and refusing to leave until they were thrown out.
In her arms, Waverly had woken fully, struggling in Nicole’s embrace until she could pull the sheets up to cover herself. When their eyes met, Nicole gasped, stunned by the change that seemed to have come over the omega’s face. The girl from the night before was gone, replaced by guarded looks and an expression so indifferent it was almost doll-like.
“Well?” The man tapped his foot impatiently, making the old floorboards groan under his boot. “I ain’t got all day, girl. You want to stay more, you must pay extra.”
Again, Nicole had the impression that coal burned deep within the dark pit of his eyes and, when he flashed another insolent grin her way, she was reminded of the jaws of a wolf as they snapped shut around a deer’s haunches.
She opened her mouth for an angry retort, but Waverly’s hand, clasping her forearm under the blanket, stopped her short.
“Be good now, and do what Bobo says, yes?” Fingernails as sharp as claws dug into her flesh and Nicole found herself nodding.
Letting Waverly go was the hardest thing she’d ever done, but Nicole relinquished the embrace and rolled out of bed, ignoring Bobo’s eyes as she hunted for her pants. All the while her heart clenched, had she been just thoroughly played? Had Waverly simply toyed with her, and played the damsel in distress to get her to spend money?
She sneaked a glance Waverly’s way, and called herself a fool. The omega’s gaze was trained on the blanket, her hair half obscuring her face, but Nicole’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the single tear snaking its way down her cheek. It hung on her chin for a moment, glistening in the hallway light before it fell and was lost among what remained of their lovemaking.
Struggling to contain a surge of anger, Nicole got dressed, and took her sweet time in doing so. The flannel she ignored, leaving it where Waverly had flung it the night before.
“That’s a good girl.” Bobo smirked again, ushering her outside. His mocking tone made the alpha inside her rumble with a challenge, but Nicole kept her mouth shut. Even if she did something now, chances were he’d take it out on Waverly once she’d been disposed of.
Bobo pulled the door shut behind him, but not before Nicole witnessed Waverly let go of the sheets she’d used for modesty to tumble off the bed and grab the flannel the deputy had left behind, burying her face in it.
The door clicked shut, hiding the omega from view, but the wood was thin, the club quiet so early in the morning, and Waverly’s muffled sobs were easy to pick out.
Bobo ignored the noise, a heavy hand on Nicole’s shoulder as he steered her back downstairs.
“One of these gentlemen will accompany you to withdraw the rest of what you owe me.” He licked his lips, the picture of a cat who’d eaten a plump canary. “Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you while you carry so much cash around. Purgatory can be… very unsafe.” There was a not so veiled threat there. Somewhere.
Nicole muttered something that could pass for assent, her mind a thousand miles away from the sordid place she stood in.
All she could see was Waverly, desperately clutching at her shirt. All she could hear were her heart-wrenching sobs. A terrifying thought cleaved its way through her mind; that Bobo would throw Waverly at other clients now, Nicole having been the start of something terrible.
I’m just filling in.
Waverly’s words from the night’s before echoed inside her skull until she couldn’t think, the pain she knew she may have caused too great to bear.
She followed Bobo’s instructions in a daze, the rest of the day passing her by in a blur. When evening descended, alone in her own bed, she dreamt of Waverly, the omega’s cries waking her up with tears burning her eyes and a painful erection she couldn’t satisfy. Not to mention the agony of not knowing what the omega was doing. What she felt. Who she was with.
Nicole went without sleep for many nights after.