Hair fine as silk that clung to his fingers.
She mewled, limbs twitching as if she meant to struggle but hadn’t the strength or will.
“Micah!” his Alpha hissed, voice pitched low and laced with command. A warning.
And for the first time since joining their company, Micah ignored his duty.
Bluntly defiant, his hackles rose up about his shoulders, lower back flexing where the ghost of his tail stood tall and proud. Micah embraced the instinct he could consummate but never bring to fruition and took a female for his own.
An eager female who squirmed toward instead of away.
Nudging at her opening with the blunt tip of his cock, Micah set his prize on a ledge of red stone. Smiled when she trilled, licking herself clean. Searching for any lost droplets of his thick cream.
“Hurry the fuck up, Sickle,” the Alpha snarled, and the little Hathorian female growled at the Anhur males suspended in nets. Bared dainty, blunted teeth while her chest rumbled with a pretty snarl.
Issuing threats, despite her diminutive size and submissive gender.
And though his heart sang with pride for the fierce little thing helpless to fight her own body, not even a hybrid could resist such a challenge from a lowly Hathorian.
AnOmega.
No, he grew desperate to see her humbled and tamed, mewling for his cum.
There was the ring of something deeper there, something more than merely reacting to instinct. At least for him. For where she’d been born of selective lineages to produce litters of healthy,bighybrids, he’d been bred for war.
Born to die.
Trained in the fighting sands before he’d learned to walk, Micah sat on the ledge and set the slight female astride his thighs. One eye on the pert, bruised nipples shivering a scant few inches from his lips. The other monitoring Sickle’s progress as he struggled to free the Anhur. Refusing to give up his back, even for this.
Micah caught one rosy peak between his teeth. Gnawing the tight bead as Sickle sawed at the ropes, only halfway through.
There was time enough to indulge, and he did so with a vengeance. Cradling narrow, incredible hips meant to nourish life, Micah dwarfed her. Could crush her bones on a whim, yet took great care. Spread pale thighs wide, obscene and lewd, watching her drip what Keever had lodged deep inside.
He marveled at the contrast between their skin, at the deep, rich color of his knob as it smeared through a pink mess. As he teased and mashed her clit, working over the seam where she went together before parting glossy folds of flesh.
Tight didn’t begin to describe the silken grip of her cunt. The pain of impaling her beyond engorgedBiequaglands—the most inflamed he’d ever seen, much less felt.
Still, he didn’t stop.
She begged him not to with the slant of her eye. The desperate, gasping part of slack lips. The way she locked around his girth and forced him to stay until she was stuffed full as he could make her. Until his knob bumped the face of that final gate.
Her cervix.
Where he could worship but never desecrate.
Mocking him for being born to her kind, but sired by another.
A hybrid.
He snarled and pressed deeper still. Making his prick bend deep within her soiled channel, he lifted her. Spreading a pussy already milky with another’s cum, she left a ring of progress around his ebon dick. Slowly forcing her to take more of what he had with each demanding press. Every fist full of flesh and muscle, kneading the globes of her tight ass. Forcing her down.
He reached around, fingers smearing slick and cum down the length of his shaft, because Micah knew what was coming for the wild little female. Knew, even having only just met her, that he’d protect her as fiercely as he protected his new pack.
That he’d protect herfromhis pack mates, if it came to it.
And so it was that he gathered a dollop of her cream mixed with Keever’s. Guiding her until she regained functional control over her limbs and began to ride him, he sucked one of her nipples between his lips and pinched with sharp teeth that had never been filed short. Distracting her as he poked at the crinkled bud nestled between milky cheeks. Spreading that pearly dollop over her asshole before pressing in, just as she’d done to him.
That singular feeling—of his finger wriggling through the wall separating her cunt from her bowel—almost undid him. Nearly shamed him with a premature spilling as the image of her stuffed with two cocks popped into his slick-addled brain.
