Chapter 90: Bounty Hunter Arc: Two
Sasha woke up to find Salmona and Samantha sitting in her living room. Aurora was playing with her cousins happily. Sasha rubbed her eyes, smelling the pancakes and waffles Tyler was cooking in the kitchen.
"Let me say morning to my husband real quick," she said, pointing her thumb in Tyler’s direction. She walked into kitchen and hugged Tyler from behind, kissing him on the neck. "Hmm, did you sleep well, baby?"
He smiled just as he flipped the pancakes. "Yes," he turned to her and kissed her on the lips real quick. She popped him on the butt and walked back into the living room.
"Siree, siree!" Jaden called running to Sasha. Sasha picked her up and flew her in her arms, the little girl laughing.
"She smells like an Alpha," Samantha noted.
"Oh yeah," Sasha lifted Jaden up and smelt her belly.
Sniff, sniff!
She smelt her tummy again. "Yeah, I see what you’re saying. She does smell like it...but that could change."
Sasha put Jaden on the ground only for Aurora to run to her and slap her.
"Aurora, come here!" Salmona demanded of her daughter, lifting her up over her shoulder where the little girl began to laugh.
"So...what’s up?" Sasha laughed with her children, playing with them, picking them up, throwing them around, and such.
"We hired a bounty hunter for Lacy," Samantha said. Sasha nodded her head. Samantha wiped her mouth. "I’ve been doing a lot of research and I think Lacy is in Hinami."
"Have you searched her name on the internet?" Sasha asked, Tyler hearing the conversation. He gulped as he placed the plates on the table, making sure to not meet any of the Alpha’s eyes.
The three Alphas looked at Tyler. They were silent, all thinking of the same thing.
"Tyler?" Salmona called out.
Tyler slowly took his hand away from the plate. Still not turning to face them.
"Tyler, when we call out to you, you answer us," Sasha said.
"Yes, Alpha." He turned around.
"Have you heard from Lacy?" Samantha asked.
"Don’t lie to us," Sasha ordered.
Daniella was in her car during her lunch break with her legs over the shoulders of an Alpha she met, one who worked in the same building as her.
"Hmm. Hmm," she rubbed her clit as the female Alpha pounded into her with her own enlarged clit. "Damn, you’re big as fuck!" She moaned out.
Daniella’s breath hitched as the Alpha’s powerful thrusts pinned her against the car’s leather seat. Sweat slicked their skin where they pressed together, the air thick with their musk and cheap car freshener.
Her fingers dug into the headrest as the Alpha’s low growls vibrated against her the nape of her neck. The rhythm was relentless, possessive. Every snap of hips drove Daniella higher, her own moans swallowed by the cramped silence of the vehicle.
Outside, the parking garage remained indifferent, distant engine hums, the hollow echo of a door slamming far away. Inside, it was all heat and pressure and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin.
Daniella grabbed the breast of the Alpha, her breast engulfing her hands, big and floppy, slapping against the Alpha’s own chest. The Omega leaned forward and began to suck the nipples.
"You have kids?" Daniella asked.
"Yeah, yeah I’m married to a Beta." The Alpha thrusted a few more and pulled out, taking the condom off. Daniella opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, ready for the Alpha’s cum.
The Alpha leaned on headrest her clit now in the mouth of the Omega. Her cum came out in buckets with Daniella swallowing all of it.
Tap, tap!
The car door open.
"Dude, what the fuck!" The Alpha yelled while Daniella tried to cover her breast.
Tyler went into the restroom and took his apron off. He was breathing heavily, leaning onto the restroom sink. He turned the faucet on and sprinkled water onto his face. The blue towel hung on the wall, he used it to dry his hands.
Sasha opened the door to the restroom and stepped in. She closed the door behind her. "What’s up?" She said to him.
He ran his fingers through his hair and took another breath. He waved his hands in front of his face, feeling himself about to cry.
Sasha placed her hands on his shoulders. "Tyler, where is Lacy?"
The Omega shook his head, not wanting to snitch on his friend, not wanting her to get back into a violent relationship. She loved her Alphas but...but sometimes it was good to get away.
Sasha took his chin into her hands. "Tyler, where is she?"
"I don’t wanna say," he said, finally getting the courage. He shook his head and tried to leave the restroom. Sasha blocked the door. He looked at Sasha. He grabbed onto his Alpha’s chest. "Please don’t make me say," he pleaded.
"They’re my sisters!"
"And Lacy is my best friend. They will beat her, no, I can’t give her away and if that means taking a beating from you then I will."
Sasha didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her grip tightened on Tyler’s shoulders, fingers digging into the thin fabric of his shirt. Her eyes, dark and unyielding, held his.
The air thickened between them, heavy with the scent of cheap soap and the sharp tang of Tyler’s fear-sweat. Outside, the muffled clatter of the dishes in the dining room continued: plates rattling, a distant laugh, the hiss of the coffee machine. A world oblivious to the standoff in the cramped restroom.
Tyler flinched as Sasha’s thumb brushed the pulse point hammering in his throat. Her silence was a wall, harder than any shout.
Daniella and the Alpha hurridly threw their clothes back on even when the muscular Beta bountey hunter watched them. Daniella looked at her cell phone to see the time, hoping she wasn’t getting too late.
She fixed her hair in the review mirror and reapplied her make up, the Alpha jumped out the car, running away.
She smacked her lips. "Of course." She got out the car when she was ready and stood before the bounty hunter. "What do you want?"
The bounty hunter took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a smoke and looked the Omega up and down. He didn’t reallt fancy this province, Hinami. It was too wet, always raining over here.
He took a long drag and blew it out. "I want you to come with me." He said. "I don’t care about the Alpha, she’s not my problem."
"Fuck off, I don’t do Betas," Daniella said, brushing past him. He grabbed her arm. "Ow! What’s your problem?"
The Beta shoved the Omega into her car and closed the door. He handed her a picture. She threw it back at him. He picked it up and slammed it on the car seat.
"Look! Where is she?" Daniella looked and saw the image of Lacy.
She looked at the Beta. "You’re a Bounty Hunter?"
The man nodded his head while Daniella slammed herself back in the car.
"I don’t wanna answer," she said, she opened the door on the other side of the back seat. She got out and waited for the bounty hunter to got out. He did, nodding his head at her.
"So she’s here then?" He said. Daniella remained quiet and walked back to the office building, already late for work, she ran out.
That evening, Tyler laid on the bed with Sasha fucking him. His mind was somewhere else, not able to concentrate on Sasha and her big clit going in and out of him.
She hadn’t beat him even when he refused to give Lacy’s location. He buried himself in the nap of her neck, quiet and still.
Her body was covered in sweat; she didn’t moan, no groaning, just the sound of their flesh meeting.
Tyler felt the bedsprings creak under their weight, a steady rhythm that seemed detached from his own breathing. Sasha’s movements were mechanical, efficient, her focus entirely on the act, not him.
He kept his face buried against her neck, inhaling the sharp scent of her skin mixed with her own scent, musk, plus perfume. Her hands gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into bone. He didn’t flinch.
The silence between them stretched, thick and suffocating, broken only by the wet slide of her inside him.
Then finally he felt her cum enter into him.
He stayed still as she pulled out, her thick clit slick and glistening. She rolled off the bed without a word, padding naked across the tile floor to the bedroom bathroom. The door clicked shut. Tyler heard the shower start, a low hiss of water against plastic.
He stared at the ceiling, the yellowed plaster cracked like a dried riverbed. His body felt hollowed out, raw. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air. He traced a finger over the fresh bruises on his hips, purple blooms against pale skin. The pressure had been relentless, punishing. He hadn’t cried out.
Instead of beating him, she fucked him mercilessly.