“What the hell are you..”

The words caught in my throat.

Died there.

Because my brain couldn’t fucking compute what I was seeing.

Tasha didn’t look at me.

She couldn’t.

Her face was buried between a Beta’s thighs, his cock shoved down her throat so deep she was choking on it, eyes glassy, cheeks streaked with tears and spit.

Her hands were gripping his thighs like she needed the anchor. Her mouth was stretched wide, lips red and swollen. She wasn’t fighting it.

She was moaning around it.

Behind her, another man was slamming into her cunt from behind, hips snapping with brutal force, his hands gripping her waist like...