"Good girl," she murmured.

  She stroked my bared breasts softly, then harder, pinching and twisting my nipples until they puckered, red and sore under her firm fingers.

  "Ready?"

  "Yes, Mistress," I choked out.

  She lifted a gloved hand and knocked twice on the heavy metal door. It opened at once and she walked through without speaking to the man who held it for us.

  I kept my eyes focused on my mistress' back as she walked through the wide room. The noise of the crowd echoed and vibrated through the floor.

  The atmosphere was charged with anticipation and adrenaline, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence of my Mistress' compound.

  I could feel the pulsating energy in the air, as if the very walls were alive with the bloodlust of the crowd.

  My Mistress pulled me toward the edge of the viewing platform.

  "Do you see him, Sasha," she called out over the roar of the crowd.

  "I do," I replied, but I didn't know if she could hear me.

  He stood in the shadows, awaiting his cue to enter the cage. He was tall. Taller than the other fighters that my Mistress had given me to. His muscled torso was covered in tattoos. Marred here and there by scars, his skin was smooth and sheened with sweat that gleamed where the edges of the bright light that bathed the cage touched him.

  On his hip, I could see the livid red of a brand that matched the one on my thigh.

  Fury.

  That's what she had called him.

  The fighter gripped the chain link fence that served as the cage around the canvas ring. He stared out at the crowd, but I saw nothing in his dark eyes but anger and indifference.

  "Turn your attention to the cage," the announcer shouted. His voice cut through the roar of the crowd. "Fighting for The Rose's Bestiary: The Sector's most dangerous weapon... 'The Fury'!"

  The fighter emerged from the shadows and stepped into the cage. I held my breath as all eyes turned toward him. Their collective bloodlust bore down on the arena like a physical force and I shuddered as their cheers shook the building.

  The cage door opened and another fighter entered the ring. He was tall and broad, a massive Beta. His muscles rippled beneath his sweat-drenched skin. His eyes locked onto the other fighter.

  I held my breath as the referee signaled the start of the fight.

  "Fight!" the referee shouted, and without hesitation, the two men lunged at each other.

  His opponent's fists flew toward him like a freight train, his powerful strikes aimed with brutal precision. But Fury was faster, more agile, dodging and weaving around his attacks with practiced ease. My heart thundered in my chest as I watched the primal dance of combat that unfolded before me.

  I gasped as he ducked beneath a particularly vicious punch and countered it with an elbow strike to the skull that sent the big Beta staggering to the side.

  I could almost see the anger coming off the Beta in waves, it fueled his movements, but Fury was calm... almost serene. His dark eyes were focused on his opponent who waved his arms at the crowd and urged them to chat and shout for him. Bravado and rage were making him reckless.

  Even I could see that.

  All at once, Fury lunged. Their bodies collided and the sickening sound of bone crunching beneath fists echoed in the arena.

  I closed my eyes so I didn't have to watch, but my Mistress grabbed hold of my chin.

  "Open your eyes, Sasha," she purred in my ear. "I don't want you to miss a single detail. I hope he's as just as entertaining to watch when he's fucking you."

  I swallowed hard. "Yes, Mistress."

  Fury's knuckles connected with the Beta's jaw, and I saw him smile for just a moment as the Beta's head rocked back. Blood spattered his face and the mat and I fought the urge to look away.

  Fury landed another brutal punch to the Beta's gut. He doubled over, gasping for breath, but Fury showed no mercy. His knee collided with the Beta's nose and sent him stumbling backward against the ropes that surrounded the ring. The fence that made up the cage rattled with the impact of his body against it and the crowd roared their approval.

  My Mistress' eyes shone with bloodlust and I pressed against her as her arm snaked around my waist. Her gloved hand gripped my ass hard as she watched the men in the cage.

  The Beta recovered quickly, but I could see that he'd been shaken by the relentless attacks. He spat, blood and saliva spraying from his lips as he lunged forward with renewed ferocity.

  They exchanged blow after vicious blow, their bodies bruised and battered but neither willing to relent. It was a dance of violence, a test of wills, and I didn't know how much more either of them could take.

  But the Beta was winded, his breath coming in gasps. His blood dripped onto the canvas, staining it like a battlefield.

  It was horrifying to watch and with every moment that passed I felt sicker and sicker.

  The Beta lunged, swinging wildly, and Fury dodged out of the way and landed a punishing kick to the Beta's ribs.

  I heard them breaking.

  The crowd roared with excitement, their bloodlust palpable as they egged the fighters on.

  "Finish him!" my Mistress shouted, her voice carrying over the din of the crowd. Fury's dark eyes flickered up to the box where we stood. I stiffened as his hard gaze lingered on me, and I remembered suddenly that I was naked.

  Her satisfaction with his performance was clear, but his face twisted with hatred as he turned his focus back to his opponent.

  The Beta swayed unsteadily on his feet.

  With one final, brutal strike, Fury sent him crashing to the ground. The Beta's body convulsed with the force of the impact and the crowd erupted in cheers and jeers.

  "Well done," my Mistress purred. Her dark red lips curved into a sinister smile as she pulled me close. Her fingers teased at my pussy. "I hope you're ready, Sasha. We have a celebration to attend."

  In the cage, Fury stood over his defeated opponent, drenched in blood and sweat. She was going to give me to him—a reward for the carnage he'd wrought for her amusement, and profit.

  Chapter 4

  Asher

  Blood dripped from my knuckles, the metallic scent heavy in the air as I stood victorious in the fighting cage. My opponent lay crumpled at my feet, unconscious and broken.

  The sheer brutality of the fight and each roar from the crowd should have made me feel alive. But I felt nothing.

  "Enough!" A harsh voice shouted through the cacophony of the arena. Armed security guards marched into the cage, their weapons aimed directly at me. I didn't resist as they grabbed me roughly and dragged me out of the cage and through the frenzied crowd.

  Chants of "Fury" echoed off the walls, but they meant nothing to me.

  They pushed me up a set of stairs, and then halted in front of a carved wooden door.

  I was going to be paraded in front of my new owner.

  That had to be it.

  One of the guards slammed his fist against the door and it opened a moment later.

  The others pushed me ahead, and I stumbled as my bare feet hit the plush carpet. The dimly lit viewing room smelled of cigars and roses, and I glanced around quickly. The viewing platform overlooked the arena, and the cheers of the crowd were muffled from this height. The next fight must have been getting ready to start.

  In my mind I could see the officials dragging the unconscious Beta away. Another notch of my victory streak.

  Another victory that didn't matter for shit.

  A door opened and the guards' grip on my upper arms tightened.

  The sound of muffled applause filled the room and the guards jerked me around to face the new arrival.

  "Ah, my new fighter," came a sultry voice, dripping with authority.

  The woman's dark hair fell in a black waterfall over her shoulder. She was dressed head to toe in black leather, and her lips were painted dark red, slick and seductive.

  An alpha.

  Of course she was.

  Her pale eyes held a dangerous glint as she appraised me, and I knew instinctively that this was my new owner.

  "You belong to me now, Fury," she said with a dangerous smile. "Your performance tonight was... superb. I expect great things from you."

  The Rose.

  That was the name I'd heard in the training room.

  Thorny bitch.

  "I don't belong to anyone," I spat, my disdain evident in my voice. Her smile widened, unfazed by my hostility.

  "Indeed. Well. You should know that your victories have not gone unnoticed, and I have taken a keen interest in your abilities. I must say, I approve of your violence. An Alpha like you is a rare creature..."

  Before I could respond, a second figure entered the room—a woman with dark red hair and pale gray eyes that seemed to pierce my very soul. She was naked except for a corset that bound her waist and cinched it tight. Her lithe body exuded sensuality, and I felt a primal desire stir within me.

  "This is Sasha," the woman in leather said. She beckoned to the woman and pulled her against her side. "An Omega," she said, "can you smell her?" Her voice was low and seductive as she rubbed her hand over the woman's bare breasts and pinched her pink nipples until Sasha let out a small gasp. "She is your prize for tonight's victory."

  I could smell her.

  Over the tang of sweat and blood, I could smell her so clearly it was as though she was already sitting on my face.

  Fuck.

  The Beta women at the brothels Bax had taken me to used fake Omega pheromones as perfume, but it was easy to tell that there were chemicals involved in that attraction.

  This was different.

  "Have you ever had an Omega before?" Her voice was a purr now. Dangerous and sensual.

  "No," I choked out.

  "I hope you can see how much I value your performance," she said. She pinched the Omega's nipple again and then slid her hand down between Sasha's thighs. Her gloved fingers swirled against the Omega's pussy and Sasha bit back a moan.

  The Rose's leather-clad fingers glistened with wetness and she brought them to her mouth and licked them delicately.

  "I promise you'll enjoy her. She's quite... responsive."

  A tremor rippled through Sasha's body as she stood before me, but she didn't look at me.

  "Enjoy your reward, Fury," The Rose purred, her eyes never leaving mine. "I look forward to seeing just how far you can go."

  As The Rose retreated, her eyes remained fixed on me, a mixture of anticipation and hunger in her gaze.

  "Be a good girl, Sasha," she said. "Don't disappoint me."

  As if on command, Sasha looked up at me, her pale eyes meeting mind for the first time.

  Her scent swirled around me, intoxicating and raw, and my body tensed. My muscles ached from the brutal fight I had just emerged from, but this new challenge sparked an undeniable hunger within me.

  "Come here," I growled, my voice low and commanding.

  Sasha closed the distance between us with a sultry swagger, her hips swaying seductively. As she neared, I grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly against my bloodstained chest.

  She gasped at the sudden contact, but even though there was fear in her eyes—there was lust, too.

  "Let's see what you're made of, Omega," I whispered into her ear. My fingers dug into her flesh as I began to explore her body.

  I pressed my mouth against her neck and bit down hard enough to elicit a moan of pleasure mixed with pain.

  The Rose settled herself into a chair nearby, watching us hungrily.

  "Fuck me, Alpha," Sasha breathed.

  Her voice trembled with eagerness and my cock strained against my shorts.

  My fingers dug into her hips as I turned her around and flung her against the edge of a nearby table.

  Glasses fell to the floor and smashed, spilling champagne and expensive liquor onto the plush carpet. She let out a soft cry as she struck the table, but she didn't protest or try to move away. I rubbed my hand over the smooth, firm curve of her ass, presented for my taking.

  Sasha's Omega scent filled my senses and made my mind reel with lust and a need to possess her.

  I pushed down my shorts and stroked my cock quickly, but I was already hard. Achingly hard. Sasha moaned and pushed her ass back toward me, taunting me with the slick lips of her pussy. I didn't need to touch her to know that she was wet. Her pussy drooled with slick, quivering and eager.

  With a grunt, I entered her, reveling in the tight wetness that enveloped me as I sheathed the full length of my cock inside her.

  "That's it, Sasha," The Rose said. "Take that Alpha's cock."

  Sasha moaned and held tight to the table's edge, her face pressed against the sticky surface as I fucked her.

  "Harder," The Rose commanded.

  I obliged, my thrusts growing increasingly violent as our bodies collided, the sound of our fucking echoed throughout the room.

  Sasha's cries grew louder, her body quivering as I fucked her without mercy. I could feel my own climax building, the primal urge to assert my dominance surging through me.

  "Who do you belong to, Sasha?" The Rose called out.

  Sasha groaned and turned her head to look at the woman in leather.

  "You," she gasped, "Mistress."

  "Good girl," The Rose purred. "You may use her, Fury, but she belongs to me. Her pleasure belongs to me."

  Sasha's body convulsed as she took every inch of my cock.

  My climax coiled inside me and my fingers bit into her soft skin, leaving red marks that would blossom into bruises before she left the room.

  "Don't mark her, Fury," The Rose said. "That cunt belongs to me."

  With a groan I pulled out of Sasha's hot, tight slit and stroked my cock with quick strokes. My orgasm crashed over me and I came hard, thick stripes of cum painted Sasha's pale ass and she moaned as it hit her skin.

  My knees were weak and my cock pulsed in my hand.

  I gripped her ass hard with my free hand, spreading her cheeks so I could memorize the way her pink pussy beckoned to me, begging me to fill it with my cock again.

  She trembled under my hand and moaned softly against the table.

  I met The Rose's gaze. She had watched every moment of our violent coupling, her eyes never leaving us.

  A smirk played upon her dark red lips—one that spoke of satisfaction and an unspoken promise of things yet to come.

  "Good," she purred, her voice dripping with seductive menace. "Very good."

  "Clean his cock, Sasha," The Rose commanded. Without a word, Sasha slid off the table and fell to her knees in front of me. Startled, I tried to step back, but Sasha wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled it to her open mouth.

  "She's an obedient little Omega," The Rose said. My head fell back as Sasha's hot mouth enveloped the head of my cock and I bit back a groan as she licked and sucked the shaft, cleaning the evidence of our coupling away even as my cum dripped down her ass and onto the carpet.

  "She wasn't always so compliant," The Rose continued. "But Omegas are hard to train—they've been too independent for too long. This one took ages to break." Her voice was soft and condescending and I dared to look down at Sasha as she sucked her slick off my cock.

  The urge to grab her face and thrust my cock down her throat was so strong—

  But her pale eyes were closed, her face expressionless as she did her duty.

  "There," The Rose said. "Good girl, Sasha... Be careful he doesn't get hard again."

  Sasha's eyes fluttered open and pulled her mouth away from my steadily hardening cock. But she didn't look at me, she looked at her Mistress. "I'm sorry, Mistress," she murmured. I tugged my shorts back up over my cock, hiding it from The Rose's sharp eyes. She smiled briefly as her gaze flickered over me.

  "A bath has been prepared for you," The Rose briskly. She pointed to a door at the opposite side of the room. "Go and wash yourself. You'll be taken to your new accommodations as soon as you're clean. My fighters deserve the best."

  The thought of the luxurious accommodations awaiting me would have been alluring under any other circumstance, but I knew it was just another way for The Rose to exert her dominance.

  I glanced over at Sasha, who remained silent on her knees, her eyes downcast. The raw lust that had fueled me moments ago was now replaced with an uncomfortable tension.

  I reluctantly followed The Rose's instructions and strode across the room and opened the door.

  The lavish bathroom was adorned with gold and marble fixtures. A large clawfoot tub filled with steaming water stood in the center, surrounded by an array of exotic soaps and fragrances.

  But instead of feeling indulged, I felt like a caged animal being groomed for its master's pleasure.

  I stripped off my shorts and kicked them aside before I ripped at the tape that still wrapped my throbbing knuckles. I dropped it to the floor and flexed my hands. Dried blood smeared my torso, and my cock still throbbed with the memory of being buried in Sasha's sweet cunt.

  God, I could have taken her again, and again.

  Her scent still thundered in my nostrils and permeated my brain.

  Was that what it was like to have an Omega?

  I stepped into the tub and winced as the hot water scalded my bruised skin. The dried blood floated up and stained the water, but anger bubbled beneath my skin.

  I was a possession.

  But not just that, I was owned by a woman who had taken pleasure in watching me dominate another.

  My body was a tool, a weapon to be wielded as she saw fit.

  I scrubbed myself quickly, hating every second of it.

  Hating her.

  It would have been easy to relax into the hot water and stay there for hours. But I had questions only she could answer.

  Most important among them—what did I have to do to get my freedom.

  I forced myself out of the tub and stepped onto the cool marble tiles.

  The towels were soft and clean.

  Softer than anything I'd ever put against my skin.

  I rubbed the towels over my bruised torso and glared at my reflection in the wide mirror.

 

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