Hello, all. I know it's been a long time but I'm getting to all my promises lol. I'm not going to lie, I'm mainly updating on another site that I can't name here or this story will never get updated. But this story is on another site under the same title name only with different character names. Anywho, enjoy :).
Beta'd by Adrianabelen, whose been with me from the start.
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Everyone was staring at them. For the three weeks he'd been here, the scrutiny hadn't abated. Percy hunched his shoulders down in the futile hope that if he made himself smaller, the less they would stare. He looked up at Sabre sitting next to him but the man seemed intensely engrossed in piece of red meat on his steel tray. When Sabre did chance to look up, all those straying eyes would dart back to their own plates. It was almost funny really. Percy was sure he would have found it funny if he hadn't been in the prison with them.
With a great big sigh, Percy went back to poking at the meat on his plate. Surprisingly enough, it was bright red and full of yummy fat. It was even better than some of the scraps he'd been fed back in his old pack.
"Start eating, princess. In ten minutes we hit the yard. It'll be the only time you get some fresh air before going back in the cell," Sabre mumbled around a mouthful of bloody meat, not bothering to chew and swallow before talking.
Percy took the big slab of meat in both hands and took a small dainty bite, chewing with relish. "You can go on without me if you want. I'll stay here and finish."
Sabre stopped eating and looked down at the omega next to him incredulously. "You're kidding me right? Are you really that stupid?"
Taking affront to the insult immediately, Percy slapped down his meat and glared at Sabre. "I am not stupid! What did I say that is so stupid to you?"
Sabre reached out and took Percy's chin in between two rough fingers. He quickly jerked Percy around so he was looking around at the room again. When they'd first entered, Sabre had led Percy to the food line, keeping the omega in front of him and then lead him to a corner table. They'd been sitting with their backs to a wall, giving them the perfect view to everyone coming in or out of the large mess hall.
This time, a few of the eyes lingered and Percy shivered when he noticed that they were trained on him and not Sabre. Quickly lowering his eyes submissively like he'd been taught by his alpha, Percy jerked away his chin and slumped further into his seat.
"You might think they're all starting at me and you're right. They are. They always do," Sabre hissed under his breath. The older con's hot breath hit Percy's sensitive ear and he hunched his shoulder against the assault. "But a few of them are also looking at you. And do you know what they see?"
Percy shook his head, looking down at his bloody fingers. Normally, back in the pack he'd have killed to lick off fresh blood off anyone's paws or hands; he'd been that hungry. He was ravenously hungry now but all appetite had fled the moment Sabre had started berating him.
"They see a pretty little omega they think they can spread open and shove a cock into. They see a pretty little hole dripping wet and a mouth made for sucking cock." Sabre didn't bother keeping his voice low. The few convicts that were sitting close enough to them heard and looked over to Percy and Sabre with interest.
At those blunt and graphic words, Percy blushed harder and curled further into himself. He wanted to yell at Sabre for saying such horrible things but the other man was right. Those heated looks made sense now. And he'd heard enough horror stories of prisons to fully believe what Sabre was saying. Even in his pack, a few of the lower rung weres had been treated as the pack sex slaves. He himself had been on that path with the beta before coming here.
"I'm not hungry anymore," Percy mumbled petulantly. He brought up his hands from under the table and pushed his full plate away from him. Sabre huffed besides him before getting up and taking his empty plate with him. Percy felt Sabre grab his upper arm and pull him up. The omega could't help the small yelp that escaped his lips when he was suddenly airborne, his feet dangling above the ground for a few seconds before Sabre set him down.
A large hand reached over Percy's shoulder and a for a moment Percy's back was pressed up close to Sabre's front. This close, the other shifters smell dominated the air around Percy. Thick and musky, Percy could practically taste the salt and spice of the man. A full body shudder wracked his body. Sabre grabbed his barely eaten lunch and gobbled it up in a few bites. Percy tuned his body, his back to the table and the edge digging into the small of his back and his front pressed tightly to Sabre chest. A trail of delicious blood tracked its way down Sabre's stubbled chin. Nostrils flared, Percy whimpered out. He was eye level to Sabre 's throat, watching the strong muscles rhythmically move up and down as he swallowed his food.
Percy was hungry again. He followed that drop of red as it meandered down the cleft of Sabre's chin. Feeling an unfamiliar hotness unfurl at the pit of his stomach, Percy surged up and caught that drop drop of blood before it could splatter onto the bigger man's chest. With his hands fluttering like small butterflies, Percy curled them into the the collar of the man's orange jumpsuit and standing on his very tiptoes sucked small kisses over the granite slope of Sabre chin. His small, pink flickering tongue followed the trail of blood and they rested at the corner of the other shifters mouth. A gust of air and the mouth opened but Percy don't want to hear words.
Words would not appease his hunger. "Sabre...'m so hot...." Rough hands anchored themselves to Percy's slim hips, promising to leave bruises. Percy rolled them and rubbed his belly against his mate. Wanting to please, Percy puckered his moist lips and pressed them in a tentative kiss to the man above him. And when he didn't pull away, Percy preened and pressed more firmly. Those petal soft lips parted and his slick tongue poked tentatively at Sabre's bottom lip.
Suddenly, he was pushed back so forcefully he slid across the metal table on his back. Panting and confused with dark blurs edging his vision, Percy whined as he looked up at his mate. Why wasn't he kissing him back? Why didn't Sabre claim him yet? He had to know they were mates. Did the shifter think he was a defective omega, not submissive enough perhaps? He hadn't wanted to kill that beta but he'd had to! And he could be better, more docile, more omega like.