He could feel her glands just there, hard as stone. Hot and ripe.
But that very thought saw him slow and press a second finger into her bottom. Trying to milk her glands from both sides of her channel, even as he stretched her out. Readying her for the Anhur driven utterly beyond reason by her scent. By her devious nature, and the very hands that clung to him now.
He couldn’t stop them from taking what they needed from the Hathorian female, nor did he want to see them go without. The Anhur deserved to feel the glorious silken grip milking him dry, just as much as he did.
Maybe more.
But Micah would see her go undamaged, if only so he could take her again when they woke in the morning. And again the next day following. And again and again andagain, until he’d made up for the decades of going without.
So he pressed a third finger into her ass, preparing her second hole for the coming assault.
To be used.
The female shivered, bracing on his chest with delicate spread fingers. Fucking back against his prick and thick, invading digits in her ass, she groaned. Smashing his knob against her limit. Overstimulating the massive warrior more than happy to be used, even as he prepared her to be mounted. Front and back.
“Cum for me, Omega,” Micah gasped, sweat beading across his dark brow. “Take what you need.”
Face framed by a halo of midnight locks, she rode him. Pawed at the space between shoulder and jaw and rode him.
Fingers spearing through her distended rosebud, Micah drove her to higher speeds. Used his leverage in her ass to propel her toward his base and away. Making sure to grind her engorged bean against the early bloom of his knot, just to hear her yelp. Just to watch her obsidian eyes roll back and feel her cunt tighten, her glands pulsing against the tips of questing fingers. Crushing his knot—demanding compliance.
When his knot began to bloat in earnest, he snarled, slapped one massive palm down on her flexing cheek, and sent her spiraling into bliss. Riding a wave of gentle pain mixed with pleasure, she shook above him.
“That’s a good girl,” he rasped and suckled at her nipple once more. As if she were swollen with milk and heavy with his young. “That’s it—ughhh—take it all, Omega!”
Shuddering, Micah unleashed his second load. This one bouncing off the roof of her cunt, spilling out around his pulsing member and weak knot.
The fantasy shattered as his cream spilled over. His knot as wide as he’d ever felt it, and still, it wasn’t enough to seal in his useless semen.
But he settled back with a smile. Heart thudding against his ribs, a Hathorian pussy sucking the life from his balls in rhythmic, clenching pulls.
Content.
Chapter 20
Heart thudding, her pulse throbbed at the base of her throat. Her temples. In the slippery channel milking a weak knot. Her glands clenching in the aftershocks of orgasm that wasn’t nearlyenough.
Already she was beginning to ache, the little ball of heat winding tighter and tighter. Ripe with tension that demandedmore.
“Again,” she rasped, fingers spread across hard slabs of muscle. Nails bumping over old, raised scars.
Micah shook his head, throat clicking around a swallow. “’M sorry, Omega,” he said, not unkindly. Deep voice rumbling straight through his prick into her depths. “Can’t.”
Her ears flicked back, blunt teeth flashing.
“Hybrids don’t rut.” He palmed the pale globes of her ass, flexing to drive his softening prick deeper. “Not really. Need more time to recover than an Anhur.”
A furious snarl echoed at her back, the Alpha howling his rage at being made to watch.
Hadim.
Clarity returned to her then, as she sat with palms braced against Micah’s chest. Flushed with orgasm, panting and out of breath, she was splayed across his thick thighs and stretched obscenely wide around a fat cock that had no business fitting inside her.
Not while her master watched, death glittering in his one good eye.
Oblivious, Micah sighed as his pole slithered from her depths with a wet sucking hiss. Rejected by swollen glands, it bowed under its own weight. Not quite limp, cum burping from the void left in that tight, inflamed sheath. The tip a healthy rose-pink angled toward the red rock. His shaft an earthy-brown so rich it made no secret of how deep that beast had been in her cunt—a ring of frothy white marked Micah’s progress.
“Go on,” the hybrid rumbled, nudging her thighs. “Go to them. The Anhur will give you what you need, pet. What I… can’t. An’ you’re in luck.” He spread her labia with the pads of dark thumbs, staring at the stretched lips frosted in white. “Our Alpha is a Karahmet prince. Had a harem an’ everything. He’ll be good to you for your first heat.”
