A subtle concession of willful trust.
Releasing his Alpha, Balkazar turned searing blue eyes upon the female he intended to punish.
Calmer and shaking it off, Sinadim turned back to the incoherent thing twitching in a puddle of sticky white fluid. Took a fist full of her hair and positioned her on all fours once more. And though he took liberties and slid his bloated prick back into her, he pried her jaws apart and offered the war chief the use of her throat.
Compromise Balkazar could live with.
As long as it was wet, female, and tight, it was good enough.
Freeing his aching girth, he wasted no time. Dropping to one knee, he cradled the back of her skull in one large hand. Hauled her closer, made her stretch to taste the pearly drop oozing from his slit.
She groaned, lapping. Compliant, she hummed around his swollen knob, eyes dark and luminous. Glassy. Her every blink sluggish.
“I think this pretty little slut is cum-drunk,” Balkazar said, tilting her head back to peer into those deep, black pools. There was a layer of exhausted submission filmed over her lenses, but beneath it?
Banked flames of a defiant spirit.
A delicacy among the weak-willed Hathorians. AnOmega.
One he would savor before breaking, but first?
“Were you trying to avoid being claimed?” Balkazar purred, pushing a hank of wet hair off her forehead as he stretched her lips. As Sinadim’s pace increased, the tone of his growls becoming guttural as the Alpha neared orgasm. “Thought you would take from us and be allowed to walk away? That we wouldn’t hunt until you were exactly where you are now. Where you belong.”
Banked embers sparked to life, but Balkazar was ready. Before she bit his cock in half, he forced it down her throat. Keeping her jaws from closing with a tight grip on the hinge trying to snap shut and emasculate him.
“You’ll be bred this night,” he continued, presuming the fierce thing valued nothing more than her independence, for why else would she go to such lengths to avoid the Anhur? She, who taunted instead of submitting. “You need to learn your place,Omega,” he cooed, insulting as he pulled back and seated his root between her canines. “You’ll be well cared for. A cherished breeder kept fat with Beta soldiers.”
Tears leaking from watery, black eyes, she coughed. Making Sinadim groan, his pace increasing. Unable to play games with the presence of another male so close, the Alpha pounded against her backside. Grip bruising the meat of slender hips, he roared. Seating himself one final time, shuddering as his knot began to bloat at last.
The girl went rigid, her throat vibrating around a gargled scream.
And it was enough.
With just enough forethought to wrap crushing fingers about his knot, Balkazar followed his Alpha into bliss.
Chapter 25
Conversation rumbled around her.
The low vibrations of deep voices, though she couldn’t make sense of the syllables. Not with a worthy knot rocking against her glands, the ache relenting at last.
A secret smile glazed her swollen lips, for she’d battled Hadim and won.An Alpha. Her master. She’d refused to beg, despite the torment. No matter that he’d demanded she bend to his whim, that there was another down her throat, or that she’d been claimed by her master once more—she endured the way she’d never been able in the harem.
And she’dwon.
Something foreign swelled in her chest. A certain type of knowing that unfurled around her sense of self and wrapped it in blistering assurance.
Something she had no name for, though she wanted more.
“Pull your knot out. It’s my turn.”
The words fizzed inside her skull, sending tremors of worry clenching around the knot. Locking it in place. Her glands were not yet empty! The torment would come rushing back if he—
She felt fingers slipping around her opening. Squirming around his base, they prodded and broke the seal.
Fluid gushed between her thighs, wasted.Wasted!
Ears pressed flat, she bucked, freeing herself from the male before her. Turning to scowl at the one covering her back. “No! Don’t—”
