Page 123 of Unhinged Alphas

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Page 123 of Unhinged Alphas

Good thing she loves them so much.

The scalpel plunges into my shoulder, and I scream, the sound echoing off the sterile walls of thelab. My cock throbs, precome soaking the front of my pants.

"Fuck," I groan, eyes rolling back in my head. "Don't stop, Ivy. Don't you fucking dare stop."

She leans in, her lips brushing against mine. For a moment, I think she's going to kiss me. Instead, she bites down hard, drawing blood.

The pain is exquisite, a symphony of agony and ecstasy. I moan into her mouth, tasting copper and honeysuckle, the most delicious blend. Only her pussy could ever be more delicious.

"Show me," I pant when she pulls away. "Show me how much you hate me. How much you want me dead."

Ivy's eyes flash with something dark and dangerous. The scalpel traces a path down my chest, skipping over my abdomen, over my pants. She tugs them down, freeing my aching cock. I thrash, a strangled cry tearing from my throat as the blade caresses the length of my cock, so sharp, so delicious, the pointed tip clinking against my piercings.

"Fuck yes," I hiss through clenched teeth. "More. Engrave your fucking name on it."

She obliges, carving intricate, delicate patterns into my most vital organ. Each cut is a work of art, a testament to her rage and my depravity.Blood flows freely, staining the white sheets beneath me crimson. I don't dare buck my hips, afraid to ruin her work.

"Please," I beg, the word foreign on my tongue. "Ivy, please. I need?—"

She silences me with another bite, this time to my throat, the scalpel swerving off its path and glancing off my inner thigh. Her teeth sink in deep and I feel my pulse thundering against her lips and tongue.

"Shut up," she growls, pulling back to meet my gaze. "You don't get to beg. Not after what you've done."

I nod, unable to form words.

She's right.

I don't deserve mercy.

Don't deserve release.

All I deserve is this exquisite torment.

Ivy's hand wraps around my cock, slick with blood. The pain is fucking incredible, each stroke sending jolts of agony through my body. I grit my teeth, fighting against the restraints as she works me over.

"Good girl," I growl, voice raw and ragged.

"You like this, don't you?" Ivy hisses, her grip tightening. "You sick fuck."

I laugh, the sound harsh and guttural. "You have no idea."

Her hand moves faster, the blood providing a slick, hot glide. The pain is exquisite, a symphony of agony that threatens to tear me apart. I've never felt so alive, so fuckingpresentin my own skin.

"Look at you," Ivy sneers, her aquamarine eyes flashing with disgust and hunger. "The big, bad wolf everyone fears, reduced to this pathetic, writhing mess."

I bare my teeth in a feral grin. "Only for you, little omega. Only for you."

She twists her wrist, and I cry out, the sound echoing off the sterile walls of the lab. The scientists are still here, I know, but they might as well be on another fucking planet as they mutter distantly, bitching and moaning about how they've broken me and I'll probably be useless to them now.

But they're wrong.

I'm not broken.

I'mmade.

All that exists is Ivy, her hand on my cock, the scalpel glinting in the harsh fluorescent light as she writes her name all over me.

The orgasm hits me like a fucking freight train, tearing through my body with brutal intensity. I canonly scream as my cock pulses in Ivy's grip. Come mixes with blood, coating her hand and my stomach in a sticky crimson mess.




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