face cracked, fury and lunacy leaked out. “What do I want? Hm. Let me think.”
While Peter walked around, flaunting his dominance, Micah strained to catch any sound that might come from the kitchen. Yet Travis was quiet. Micah’s belly quivered where he imagined the thread led, the one connecting him to his chosen mate. Micah focused on the spot inside him, where he knew Travis still remained. He won’t hurt you. I’ll make sure of it.
“Strip naked.”
Hell, no.
Peter pointed the gun at Micah and then seemed to hesitate. He smiled wider and gestured with the gun to the kitchen.
“I won’t shoot you, Micah. Don’t worry. But you will strip naked anyway because I have no problem whatsoever going back there and blowing off his fingers one by one.”
Blood pounding in his ears, Micah took off his T-shirt.
“Pants. C’mon, baby boy. Naked.”
Micah had always loathed when Peter called him that. Slowly, he pushed down his sweats and underwear. Peter looked on, licking his lips.
“On your hands and knees.”
Micah lost his balance and almost fell, but he managed to kneel. He was getting wet. The nausea intensified. His body didn’t care he was about to be raped by the man he hated the most. Another heat wave was upon him. He gave out a strangled sob, but then he caught himself. Travis. Think of Travis.
“Spread your legs.”
Frozen, Micah couldn’t move. He couldn’t. His whole body was locked tight.
“I swear, I’ll go and shoot him in a kidney. Show me your asshole now!”
Peter growled and kicked Micah’s legs apart. Micah whimpered when cold air wafted through his crease.
Crouching behind him, Peter poked at his bare ass cheek with the gun, parting him further.
“You whore! You’re completely fucked out. Your ass looks like an old man’s mouth, gaping and drooling.”
With a twinge of discomfort in Micah’s abdomen, his hole leaked more slick. His worst nightmare had come true. He was in heat, naked and exposed, with Peter in the room. He’d rather die than let Peter inside his body, but Travis needed to live. Micah steeled himself, swallowing against another dry heave. He’d suffer through anything if it meant Travis would come out of this unharmed. A small cramp squeezed his insides, and he whined softly, doing his best to keep the sound in but failing.
“Yeah? You smell like a horny bitch. You want cock?”
Micah ground his teeth together. The emptiness was horrible, but the thought of Peter’s dick inside him made him wish for cramping pain instead.
“Of course, you want cock. But see, I’m not touching your fucked-out hole. I’m not going to degrade myself by coming into that filthy dumpster. Not after he’s stretched you out like a dirty sock.”
Another cramp, a stronger one. Bile rose to his mouth. Micah gulped, pushing it down.
“I can do better than that. I’ll wait until you’re wailing, until you’re begging me to fuck you, and then I’ll fuck your throat. You’ll be screaming in pain around my cock, your filthy ass swallowing thin air. And then I’ll choke you with my cum. Because that’s what happens to cheating whores.”
Micah squeezed his eyes shut and tried to listen around Peter’s meaningless words. Was that a squeak of wood from the open kitchen door? No, he must’ve been mistaken. Steps around him, clothes rustling, a zipper. His hole flooded with slick, his insides ached, and he quivered in anticipation of another painful spasm. When it came, stronger, harsher, he struggled to stay quiet but couldn’t. He let out a long whine and panted. The next spasm would be even worse. And the next one. They’d come faster. Until every little muscle in him cramped up, burning, the torturous pain unrelenting. Let it hurt. Let it eat me alive from the inside. He can’t fuck me. No.
“Mmm, you smell like a hungry whore. Scream, bitch. C’mon. Beg me.”
Biting his tongue, Micah shook as the pain intensified, his hole clenching, slick running down his crease, his balls, and dripping onto the floor. A low sound registered in his mind despite everything. A thud from the kitchen.
Travis.
Micah let his mouth fall open and screamed. He screamed with all his might. With Peter focused entirely on him, Travis might get away.
“There you go, baby boy. It hurts bad, huh? You need my cock? Say it. Say you need my cock.”
Another cramp hit and another, and Micah shouted. Peter’s arousal tickled his nose. The sound of Peter’s hand sliding over his dick as he jerked off to Micah’s suffering was repulsive, and