And Sinadim was torturing her.
Refusing to set his knot. Grinning when she squealed and gushed around his girth, when she begged through the tears. Desperate for more.
“Give it up, Omega,” Sinadim spat and snaked his arm beneath her chin. Caught her throat in the crook of his elbow and forced her back. To balance on her knees, hands scrambling for purchase while he sank deep into his haunches. Employing a leisurely pace, Sinadim sluiced through the frothy mess between her thighs with a toothy smile.
Breath coming hard, Balkazar’s head cleared as Sinadim locked her against his chest. Adding leverage to choke, he made a fist in her hair. Growling when her dull, Hathorian claws dented skin, he squeezed until the veins on her forehead stood out in stark relief, her face beating red.
“I’m going to cum again, little slut,” Sinadim sang, lips pressed against her cheek, “and then you’ll have to wait for relief… when all you have to do is”—he grunted, sweat tracing his temples—“submit.”
He let her breathe, but she used the reprieve to hurl a savage, “Fuck you!” at the Anhur male capable of wringing her dainty neck without a bead of real effort.
Sinadim threw back his head and laughed. “Fine,” he said and released a weak orgasm. Painting her insides white with ropes of sticky seed, while Balkazar was made to watch. To endure.
Shocked and concussed.
A tiny slip of a girl, denying an Alpha like Prince Sinadim.
Defiant, no matter the powerful scent of slick wafting through the air. The pain she must have been in to refuse whatever game Sinadim was playing instead of stuffing her full of his knot.
Something vicious bloomed in Balkazar’s chest, and without an ounce of preparation or forethought, the war chief—a life-long student of discipline and strategy—charged. Blind with sick jealousy, with indignant fury, he aimed to attack a male he’d calledbrotherfor decades.
The squeals of a female in distress, the thick scent of rut that lingered on his palate, it incensed him. Fogged Balkazar’s brain with rash aggression that needed only an outlet.
With a bellowing roar, he crashed into Sinadim’s ribs.
The Alpha was torn from that soiled sheath with asquelchof fluids that splattered on the stone.
Gasping and shaking, the Omega collapsed. Curled into the fetal position, both hands darting between her legs as she writhed and whined. Keening, her brows drawn tight and pinched. Sweat streaking across blotchy red skin.
A delicious mess—and one Balkazar knew his Alpha had no intention of sharing. That he wouldn’t honor their agreement without being forced.
Cock throbbing behind his leathers, the war chief cast a withering scowl at Sinadim. Attempted to take his share of their bounty and ease the ache pulsing in his sack. Meaning to inseminate the female they were supposed to share, the womb they were supposed to seed together.
He was struck down before he landed a single hand on her tempting body. Realizing too late exactly what state Sinadim was in.
The rut.
Blood thick with testosterone, the Alpha retaliated. A massive fist swung into Balkazar’s peripherals, landed with a hollow ringing crunch that was white-hot where it slammed into his ocular bone.
Balkazar would not be denied, but to battle one such as Sinadim was a risk few could endure. Blind right eye or no.
With the advantage of a clear head, the war chief ducked the next swing and swept the Alpha’s feet out from under him with a savage kick.
Sinadim fell with a dull thump, the wind rushing from his lungs with a pained grunt.
Before the other male could pull his dick from the dirt and think to fight back, Balkazar was on him.
He didn’t mean to mark Sinadim. Hadn’t intended to set his teeth in a mirror of the marks now speckling his shoulder—and he certainly hadn’t intended to mount his Alpha. Hips flexing, cock twitching at the cage of leather breeches, they were kept separate even as they crossed a line never crossed before. But the urge to dominate overcame the war chief. Utterly.
With a final shake, he managed to tear himself away. Instead moving to pin Sinadim’s forearm behind his back. “Remember our blood pact!” Balkazar bellowed, giving Sinadim one last chance to preserve their bond. Hackles raised in fury.
The Alpha huffed, shaking his head. Teeth dripping malice, fists clenched until they popped, only to snap open with claws fully extended. Leaving gouges in the red stone. Battling a powerful rut, the instinct to keep what he’d claimed. To kill.
“You can watch,” Sinadim snarled, dangerous and regaining control. His eyes seething pools of black, trying to compromise without leverage.
“No.” Cracking his neck, Balkazar hauled on Sinadim’s forearm, making him arch. “You will honor the pact,brother. Equal shares. Loyalty to the pack above all.” He snorted, uttering a derisive scoff. “You’d trade all that for a breeder?You?” A smile broke through clenched and bloody teeth. Mocking. “You and she, against the wilds, huh? How will she fight your battles, I wonder? With what skills? What strength? We can always get more pussy,” Balkazar said, “but without us,my prince, you will die with your knot stuffed in a sloppy cunt.Alone.”
For a moment, the Alpha continued to rumble with a low, threatening growl. And then, his mane flattening out, Sinadim coughed up a snarl. Tension riding high between his shoulders, but when he turned away, it was to expose his blindside. Good eye turned into the solid ground.
