The way her silken heat grips my cock when I rut her…
Swish!I spin and duck just in time as my opponent’s blade flashes over my head, slicing through the air with the precision typical of the Aurum army. The wind from the long knife ruffles my hair.
That was close.
The suns beat down on our sweat-slicked bodies as we fight, the air shimmering in the heat. I’m focusing on close combat today, working with a long dagger in each hand, as is my opponent, a young soldier named Antradx. He is several years my junior and more lithe than I, and still I find him easy to disarm.
When I concentrate.
When I’m distracted, as now, by thoughts of the little Omega mewling as I fill her with ropes of my seed, beating Antradx is a little harder.
But only a little.
I rutted my new mate until we were both overcome with exhaustion. I had intended to rest for a while, have a bite to eat, and then rut her some more, but it seems the artificial estrus induced by the Ogsul serum is less stable than natural estrus. While the Wanderer King assured me his mate’s cycle lasted a few days, as is typical for Ulfarri-born Omegas, it seems that is not the case for Kim. By the time I woke up, her estrus had faded and with it, my rut.
Her little pale face was drawn with exhaustion even in slumber, so I left her to sleep, with instructions for Lenah to take her back to the pleasure chambers if she woke up in my absence.
Meanwhile, no longer distracted by the unbearable throbbing in my cock, I headed to the training grounds for a round of combat practice.
I like to keep things casual when training, which is why I’m clothed like the others—lightweight breeches with a built-in groin protector, and supple, comfortable boots which almost feel like the wearer is barefoot. A couple of the soldiers are wearing tunics but I, like most of my fellow warriors, prefer to go topless. Ulfaria’s suns bring out our markings, and I like the way the stripes and swirls glow almost copper on my skin.
Antradx’s blades flash as they slice the air where my head was moments ago. I flip back, landing on my hands, then back on my feet. “Nice try,” I say, grinning. “But you’ll have to do better than that.”
He advances once more. “I hear your Omega has arrived at last,” he says, “how are you finding her?”
My reaction surprises us both. With a roar, I launch myself at him, blinded by a sudden, jealous fury, intent on cleaving his laughing head from his neck.
Just for mentioning her.
“Hey!” he cries, the panic in his voice unmistakable as he beats a hasty retreat, ducking and diving to get away from my attack. “I was just asking, your Majesty. Making conversation. Please, forgive me!”
Only when he flops onto his back in a blatant sign of submission do I stop growling and blink, the red spots slowly fading from my vision. With immense effort, I pull myself together. “Of course,” I say, forcing false joviality into my tone. “I was just testing your reaction speed.”
We both know that was a lie but he’s too smart to call me out on it. “Of course, your Majesty,” he says. “And I was out of line. My sincerest apologies.”
“Accepted. You may rise.”
He gets up off the ground, dusting the pink sand from his limbs, still eyeing me warily.
I lift my hand, signaling for a servant to bring me something to drink. I’m still stunned by the intensity of my rage. I have always had a jealous nature—I kept my courtesans away from male eyes for that very reason—but I’ve never experienced anything like what just happened.
I very nearly killed one of my soldiers just for asking a question about the Hoo-man. It wasn’t even a disrespectful or covetous one. And I’m not even in rut.
But even now I can scent Kim’s Omega perfume, rich and strong as night flowers blooming under the moons. Her flavor fills my mouth. My canines ache. My cock swells.
Beside me, Antradx groans and drops his daggers. His back hunches and he swivels his head. His eyes are filled with darkness, pupils blown.
“Omega,” he groans.
Can he smell Kim on my skin? The sweet fragrance of an Omega hangs over us like a cloud.
I whirl, following the line of scent. But I’m not the only one turning. The rest of the Alphas on the training grounds are baring their teeth and starting to search for the source of the maddening perfume.
“Omega,” Antradx snarls, and the soldiers around us echo, “Omega.”
There’s an Omega here. My Omega. And my warriors want her.
I have to find Kim before it’s too late.
