Five Minutes to Hide a Knot and a Screaming Omega

His knot was still thick and pulsing inside me when the text lit up the screen.

Chloe: pulling up now. wine + movie night. five mins. love u dad

Damian laughed, low, thrilled, the sound vibrating through his chest into my spine.

"Hold on to Daddy, baby. This is going to be fast and dirty."

He stood up from the chair without pulling out, my legs dangling, arms locked around his neck, and started walking. Every step bounced me on his knot, the swollen base dragging across my G-spot like a threat. I came instantly, teeth sinking into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He growled approval, pace never slowing.

"Good girl. Milk it. Make Daddy's knot go down faster."

Another orgasm ripped through me before we reached the en-suite bathroom. The knot finally deflated enough for him to yank free with a wet, obscene pop. A river of cum poured down my thighs.

He tossed me over his shoulder and sprinted. Cold shower spray hit us both. Thirty seconds. His fingers shoved inside me, scooping his seed out, rough and clinical, while I sobbed from overstimulation. He washed my hair, my tits, between my legs like I was a toy he was putting away for later.

Cabinet door slammed open. White sundress, no bra, no panties. He spun me, zipped me, twisted my wet hair into a knot. Cologne. Breath mint. Shirt tucked. He looked immaculate.

I looked like I'd been fucked by a hurricane.

Front door opened downstairs.

"Dad? Sel, you here?"

We stepped into the hallway at the exact second Chloe's footsteps hit the marble foyer. Damian shoved me into the shadowed corner of the landing, palm over my mouth, body pinning mine to the wall. Two thick fingers slid under the sundress and straight into my soaked pussy.

"Not one sound," he breathed against my ear.

Chloe's footsteps climbed the stairs.

He curled his fingers, stroked that spot that made my knees buckle, thumb circling my clit with surgical precision. I came silently, tears streaming, vision whiting out as Chloe reached the landing and called my name again.

He pulled his fingers free, licked them clean while staring into my eyes, then stepped out like nothing happened.

"There you are," he called down, voice warm. "Selena spilled wine all over herself by the pool. I was just helping her change."

Chloe bought it. She always did.

Movie night started twenty minutes later.

Lights off. Massive sectional. Chloe in the middle, me on the end, Damian on the other. Some rom-com neither of us watched. Ten minutes in, he stretched and dropped a cashmere blanket over all three of us.

His hand found my bare thigh under the fabric. Pushed the dress up. Two fingers sank home like they'd never left.

I spent the next two hours being edged to insanity while Chloe laughed at the screen and stole sips of wine. Every time I got close he stopped, squeezed my thigh hard enough to bruise, waited for me to calm, then started again.

Chloe finally passed out an hour and forty minutes in, head on my shoulder, soft little snores.

Damian didn't wait thirty seconds.

He dragged me onto his lap, dress rucked to my waist, cock already out and dripping. One slow thrust and he was buried to the hilt. I bit his forearm to stay quiet. He fucked me in tiny, silent rolls of his hips, hand clamped over my mouth, the other pinching my clit until tears ran down my cheeks.

I felt his knot swell again, catching, locking, the first hot pulse of cum flooding me.

Chloe stirred.

"Mmm... love you, Sel..." she mumbled, nuzzling closer. Her hand flopped onto my bare thigh, fingers brushing the exact spot where Damian's cock disappeared inside me.

Her eyes fluttered, almost opened.

He froze, knot halfway seated, cum still spilling.

Then the plot twist hit me like a freight train.

Chloe's lips curved into a sleepy, wicked little smile.

"I know exactly what you're doing, Daddy," she whispered, voice husky, eyes finally opening, bright and amused and not one bit surprised. "I've known since the first night. You two aren't quiet."

My entire world imploded.

Damian's arm tightened around my waist, possessive, unapologetic. Chloe's fingers traced up my thigh until they brushed the stretched rim of my pussy where her father was knotted deep.

"Shh," she crooned, leaning in to kiss my tear-stained cheek. "Don't cry, baby. I'm not mad."

Her tongue flicked my earlobe.

"I'm next."

She looked straight at her father over my shoulder, eyes gleaming.

"Right, Daddy? You promised when I brought you the perfect little omega, I could watch. Maybe even help."

Damian's knot throbbed harder inside me, another thick spurt of cum painting my insides.

He smiled, slow and feral.

"Welcome home, princess."

I can't breathe. I can't move. I'm impaled, overflowing, and my best friend just smiled and said she wants to watch her daddy breed me.

And from the way his cock just jerked again, he's going to let her.

I couldn't move.

Damian's knot was locked deep, pulsing another lazy spurt of cum into me every time my walls fluttered in panic. Chloe's hand was still on my bare thigh, her manicured nails tracing lazy circles an inch from where her father's cock stretched me open. The credits rolled on the screen, some cheesy pop song playing while my entire life cracked apart.

I waited for the screaming. For the tears. For Chloe to grab the wine bottle and smash it over her father's head.

Instead she smiled.

Not the bubbly, innocent smile I'd known since freshman year. This one was slow, dark, knowing. Like she'd been waiting years to take the mask off.

"Sel," she whispered, voice syrupy, "you're shaking. Breathe, baby."

I couldn't. My lungs wouldn't work. The only thing anchoring me to earth was Damian's arm banded across my chest and the thick knot keeping me impaled on his lap.

Chloe shifted closer, tucking her legs beneath her, head still resting on my shoulder like we were just two besties watching a movie. Except her fingers were sliding higher, brushing the slick dripping down my inner thigh, smearing it across my skin like she was painting me.

"I think it's time you knew the whole story," she said softly. "Daddy, untie her mouth. She's not going to scream. Are you, Sel?"

Damian's hand left my lips. I sucked in air like I'd been drowning.

"Chloe..." My voice cracked. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never meant..."

"Shh." She pressed one finger to my mouth. "None of that. I'm not mad. I'm proud."

Proud.

The word hit me like a slap.

She sat up straighter, eyes flicking between me and the man still buried inside me. The man whose cum was leaking out around his knot and coating Chloe's fingers now.

"Let me tell you how this really started," she said, voice low, almost dreamy. "You deserve the truth."

Damian's hand stroked my stomach under the blanket, soothing circles, like he was calming a spooked animal. His knot gave another throb, and I whimpered.

Chloe noticed. Of course she did.

"Remember freshman year?" she began. "When I begged you to come home with me for fall break because my mom had just died and I didn't want to be alone with Dad?"

I nodded, numb.

"That wasn't the whole truth."

She leaned in, lips brushing my ear.

"I lied. Mom didn't die in a car accident. She overdosed in a hotel room with her alpha lover three states away. Dad found out she'd been cheating for years. He lost it. Not loud-lost-it. Quiet-lost-it. The scary kind."

Damian's hand stilled on my stomach.

Chloe kept going.

"He locked himself in his office for a week. Didn't eat. Didn't sleep. Just drank and stared at pictures of her. I was terrified he was going to put a gun in his mouth. So I did the only thing I could think of."

She smiled again, sharper this time.

"I offered him a new toy."

My stomach dropped.

"Me?" I whispered.

Chloe laughed softly. "God, no. I was seventeen. Even Daddy has limits." She glanced back at him, affectionate, teasing. "Don't you, Daddy?"

He grunted, the sound almost amused.

"I started researching omegas," she continued. "The perfect kind. Young. Untouched. Sweet enough to calm him down, submissive enough to take whatever he needed to give. I made a list. And then I spent two years becoming best friends with number one."

I felt like I was going to be sick.

"You... groomed me?"

"Don't say it like that," she soothed, cupping my cheek. "I loved you the second I saw you in psych lecture. Those big eyes, that soft voice. I knew you'd be perfect for him. For us."

Us.

The word hung in the air like smoke.

"I watched you fight your heats with suppressants," she went on. "Watched you date those pathetic beta boys who couldn't even make you wet. Every time you cried on my shoulder about feeling empty, I wanted to tell you the truth: you were empty because you needed an alpha to ruin you. My alpha."

Damian's hand slid lower, cupping where we were joined, pressing on my lower belly so I felt his knot even deeper. I choked on a moan.

Chloe's eyes glittered.

"Last year, when you turned twenty-one, I told Daddy you were ready. He didn't believe me at first. Said you were too innocent. Too good. But I showed him your Instagram. The bikini pics.

The way you looked at him when you thought no one noticed. He started... planning."

Planning.

I remembered every interaction suddenly in horrifying clarity.

The way he'd linger in doorways. The way his eyes tracked me when I bent over to pick something up. The way Chloe always found excuses to leave us alone for five minutes, ten minutes, twenty.

"I stopped your suppressants," Chloe whispered. "Crushed them into your coffee every morning for the last month. That's why your heat hit so hard. That's why you couldn't fight him."

I stared at her, tears streaming down my face.

"Why?" I croaked.

She looked genuinely surprised.

"Because I love you," she said simply. "And I love him. And this family was broken, Sel. You fixed us. Look at him."

She reached back, cupped her father's jaw. He turned into her touch like a wolf nuzzling its pup.

"He hasn't had a drink in eight days," she said. "Hasn't disappeared into his office for hours. He smiles now. Because of you."

Damian's voice rumbled against my spine. "She's not wrong, baby."

Chloe leaned forward and kissed me.

Not a friendly peck. A real kiss. Tongue sliding against mine, tasting like wine and secrets and something darker. When she pulled back, her lips were swollen.

"I used to watch you sleep," she confessed. "In our dorm. I'd touch myself imagining this exact moment. You crying on Daddy's cock while I told you the truth."

Her hand slid under the blanket, fingers joining her father's where he pressed against my belly.

"I'm not going to lose you," she said fiercely. "And I'm not letting you feel guilty. This was always the plan. You were always meant to be ours."

Ours.

The word should have terrified me more than it did.

But my body, traitorous, ruined thing that it was, clenched around Damian's knot at the thought.

Chloe felt it. Smiled.

"Good girl," she praised, echoing her father. "Now here's the new rule: no more hiding. No more pretending. You sleep in the master bed from tonight on. Between us. Where you belong."

She stood, stretched, and padded toward the door.

"I'm going to take a shower," she announced. "You two finish up. Daddy, try not to knot her again until I get back. I want to watch the next one."

She paused in the doorway, looked back.

"Oh, and Sel?"

I couldn't speak.

"I wasn't lying about the wine. I really did bring your favorite. We're celebrating tonight."

She blew a kiss and disappeared.

The silence was deafening.

Damian's knot finally deflated enough for him to shift inside me. He didn't pull out. Just turned my head gently and kissed me, slow, filthy, claiming.

"You still with me, little girl?" he murmured against my lips.

I should have said no.

I should have fought.

Instead I whispered, "Yes, Daddy."

He smiled against my mouth.

"That's my good girl."

His phone buzzed on the couch beside us.

A new text.

From an unknown number.

One line.

Congratulations, Alpha Voss. The breeding program welcomes its newest donor pair.

Damian's entire body went rigid.

I stared at the screen, the words blurring through fresh tears.

Breeding program.

Donor pair.

He swore under his breath, vicious, panicked.

For the first time since I'd met him, Damian Voss looked afraid.

He looked down at me, eyes wild.

"Selena," he said, voice raw. "There's something I didn't tell you either."

The knot that had just started to soften swelled again, harder, faster, like his body was trying to keep me anchored while the world fell apart.

"Whatever Chloe thinks this is," he rasped, "it's worse. So much fucking worse."

He crushed me to his chest, knot locking us together as footsteps sounded upstairs, Chloe singing in the shower, oblivious.

And the text glowed between us like a death sentence.

Damian's knot was swelling again, fast and brutal, like his body refused to let me go while the words on the screen burned into my retinas.

Congratulations, Alpha Voss. The breeding program welcomes its newest donor pair.

He clutched me so tightly I could barely breathe, his heart hammering against my spine.

"Selena," he rasped, voice stripped raw, "listen to me. That text wasn't meant for me. It was meant for Chloe."

I went cold.

"What?"

He pulled out just enough to spin me on his lap so I straddled him face-to-face, still locked together, cum and slick sealing us. His hands framed my cheeks, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Five years ago," he said, "after my wife died, the pack council came to me. They'd been running a black-book program for decades: pairing prime alphas with rare fertile omegas to strengthen bloodlines. Off the books. No consent forms. No choice. They called it the Genesis Protocol. I told them to burn in hell."

His thumbs wiped my tears.

"They didn't like that answer. So they waited. Watched. When Chloe turned eighteen, they approached her instead. Offered her money, status, a seat on the council one day. All she had to do was deliver a compatible omega. One who could take my knot, carry my pups, and never ask questions."

My stomach lurched.

"Chloe sold me?"

"She thinks she saved us," he said bitterly. "She believes the program is voluntary now, that we'll all live happily breeding perfect heirs together. She doesn't know what they do to omegas who try to leave."

His knot throbbed, another helpless spurt of cum flooding me. My body answered with a shameful clench.

Footsteps on the stairs. Chloe's voice, singing some pop song, getting closer.

Damian's grip tightened. "We have minutes, baby. Maybe less. The second that knot goes down, we run. I have a safe house in the mountains. Cash. New IDs. We disappear tonight."

I stared at him, dizzy. "And Chloe?"

His jaw flexed. "She made her choice."

The singing stopped.

Chloe appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but a silk robe, hair wet, skin flushed from the shower. She took one look at us, me impaled and shaking, Damian's face carved from fury, and her smile faltered.

"Daddy?" she asked, voice suddenly small. "What's wrong?"

He didn't answer. Just reached for his phone, turned the screen so she could see the message.

The color drained from her face.

"That... that wasn't supposed to come yet," she whispered. "They promised me another month."

Damian's voice was lethal. "You promised them her."

Chloe's eyes filled with tears. "I didn't know it would be like this! They said it was reformed. That omegas were treated like queens. That Selena would want it once she understood"

"Understood what?" I choked out. "That I'm a fucking womb for hire?"

"No!" Chloe stepped forward, hands outstretched. "Baby, listen. You're perfect. Your blood tests came back last week, your fertility markers are off the charts. With Daddy's lineage? Our children would be"

"Ours?" Damian snarled.

Chloe flinched. "I'm carrying too, Daddy. Artificial insemination last month. Your samples. They already implanted me."

The room spun.

She lifted her robe, revealing the faintest curve low on her belly, barely visible, but there.

"Ten weeks," she said proudly. "A boy. They let me choose."

Damian made a sound like a dying animal.

I couldn't feel my body anymore.

Chloe kept talking, voice trembling now. "They're coming tomorrow night for the formal ceremony. The three of us sign the contract together. Selena gets the first live breeding in front of the council to prove compatibility. It's tradition. Then we all live here, raise the pups, run the pack"

"Over my dead body," Damian growled.

He shoved to his feet, lifting me with him, still knotted, and stormed past her. Chloe grabbed his arm.

"Daddy, please. They'll kill you if you run. They'll kill her. The omega failsafe"

He whirled, teeth bared. "What failsafe?"

Chloe's tears spilled over. "There's a tracker implanted in her thigh. From the suppressants I was giving her. If her heart rate spikes too high outside a fifty-mile radius, it releases a toxin. She'll be dead in sixty seconds."

Ice flooded my veins.

Damian looked at me, horrified.

Chloe sobbed. "I didn't want this part! They said it was just location monitoring. I swear I didn't know..."

His phone buzzed again.

Unknown number.

New message.

A single photo.

Me, asleep in the guest room last night, taken from inside the room. Timestamp: 3:17 a.m.

Underneath:

Clock's ticking, Alpha Voss.

Bring the omega to the compound tomorrow 8 p.m.

Or we collect her ourselves.

And we start with the daughter.

Chloe's knees buckled. She hit the floor, clutching her stomach, keening.

Damian stared at the screen, every muscle locked.

Then he looked down at me, still joined to him, still dripping, still completely and utterly trapped.

"Selena," he said, voice breaking for the first time, "I need you to be braver than you've ever been."

I couldn't speak. Could only nod.

He kissed me once, hard, tasting like terror and devotion.

"We're not running," he said against my lips.

"We're going to war."

He pulled out slowly, carefully, catching me when my legs gave out. Cum ran down my thighs in thick ropes.

Chloe looked up from the carpet, mascara streaking her cheeks.

"Daddy?"

He didn't look at her.

He was already moving, grabbing a duffel from the closet, throwing in clothes, guns, a knife that glinted silver.

Then he froze.

Another buzz.

This time from the security system.

Front gate camera.

A black SUV idling just outside the property line.

Tinted windows. No plates.

Waiting.

Damian's eyes met mine.

They weren't waiting until tomorrow.

They were here now.

And the cliffhanger slammed into me like a bullet:

The front door camera swiveled on its own.

A red dot appeared on my chest, perfect center, right over my heart.

Laser sight.

From inside the house.

Someone was already here.

Damian shoved me behind him, roaring Chloe's name, but it was too late.

A voice, calm, cultured, familiar, echoed from the hallway.

"Evening, Alpha Voss."

Councilman Hayes stepped into the light, smiling the same smile he'd worn at every pack dinner for the last five years.

The man who'd held me on his lap when I was ten years old and told me I'd grow up to be someone's perfect mate.

He raised a tranquilizer gun.

"Time's up," he said pleasantly.

The dart hit Damian in the neck before he could shift.

He dropped like stone, taking me with him.

The last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me was Chloe screaming, reaching for us both.

And Councilman Hayes crouching beside me, brushing hair from my face with gentle fingers.

"Don't worry, little omega," he whispered. "Daddy's coming with us. Both of them."