Sinadim grinned, for he would enjoy seeing her humbled before her season had ended. Filled and soiled. Marked with their scent. Their teeth and claws. The constant breeding triggering her eggs to drop so she might be seeded properly.
Pregnant.
Theirs forever.
Grinning, he touched his thumb to her bottom lip and nearly lost skin between the snap of blunt teeth. He was eager to see her broken in and tamed, tied to their every depraved whim. But a natural season posed certain… problems. Demanded the proper etiquette be followed, she would need to be enticed instead offorcedto ovulate.
It was the ruling elite’s greatest held secret, something Sinadim was sure even Balkazar didn’t know. That during a natural season—one without suppressors forcing their hormones to spike, their eggs to ripen—Hathorian females could refuse to ovulate until a suitor pleased them.
Or simply not at all.
Micah and Sickle returned, the pack’s worldly possessions slung over their shoulders. And with eyes downcast, they dumped their offerings outside of the nest. Clean and dirty underthings, unworn jackets, a spare roll of raw leather—it was all of it precious to a nesting Hathorian female.
Keeping his secrets, Sinadim simply watched when Balkazar released her, retreating to the outer edge of her nest. Content to observe as she rooted through their things. Selecting the finest leather with a dainty, high-pitched coo. A hum of approval she couldn’t contain. Couldn’t hide, for with a stuttering purr, she rubbed her face against the fine material.
Delight lit her features, altering her appearance once more. Displaying a glimpse of the obedient breeder she could be, Sinadim watched her twist in the worn leather. Turning in circles, her back flexing, then contracting where her tail would have been. Everything they owned coated in her scent, in the slick bubbling from her swollen slit.
It was a marvel. Ancient ritual no longer in fashion amongst the ruling Anhur, enthralling nonetheless.
“Take your fill before I seed her again, brother,” Sinadim said, pumping his length from root to tip, the bulge of an eager knot twitching against his palm. “I won’t wait much longer.”
Weathered face splitting in a devious grin, Balkazar lunged. A slender ankle seized in his fist despite the outraged squawk muffled inside that nest. The war chief caught her heel when it struck out at his face, both ankles captured and made to widen. Gooey petals peeled apart when her thighs were forced to spread, her face and chest left ensconced and buried.
“Beautiful,” Balkazar groaned and pressed lips to her cunt. His tongue flicking back, over frilled labia and toward her clenching asshole, he scooped up every drop of slick he could reach. Nose mashing against her prominent clit, oblivious to the taste Sinadim had left gushing from deep inside.It was the only way to induce his rut. To taste her slick and keep drinking once he’d emptied himself. The ultimate male aphrodisiac so many of the ruling elite were addicted to.
Dainty hands settled on Balkazar’s shoulders, bracing as he shifted and sucked that little bean into the heat of his mouth. Pushing against a male scumming to the rut, she was helpless against his need. Left to writhe as he nursed on swollen, engorged nerves, her legs flexed over his shoulders.
Sinadim paced around them, content to watch until the war chief withdrew. Robbing her of climax the instant her legs began to shake. Balkazar spread her then, showing Sinadim how her slit fluttered and clenched. HerBiqueaglands inflamed, glowing red. Begging to be stuffed. Stretched and abused.
With a snarl, Sinadim shuddered. His mane bristling as he allowed another to take his place, fighting to honor the terms of the blood pact. To restrain himself. But it was a struggle, a war of endurance he was neither winning nor losing. On the surface, still, but for the stroking fist and twitching muscles. His mind, on the other hand, was a blur of rage. Fantasy and horror blending, he saw himself tear Balkazar’s spine from his rib cage, drinking down yellow spinal fluid while the light in his eyes faded.
The breeder his,alone.
Shivering on the edge of madness, the Alpha approached with cock in fist, dropping to his knees at the edge of her nest. His chest vibrating with a prolonged, vicious growl. A warning he couldn’t help issuing with Balkazar so near, the other male taking the cunt he’d already marked as his.
Eyes hooded as he worked her tight sheath, Balkazar took no notice. Accustomed to his Alpha’s temper—especially with a breeding Omega.
Guessing where her head should be, Sinadim rooted around in the twisted leathers until his fingers encountered wet, ropey snarls of hair. He pulled and revealed the Hathorian’s pretty face.
“You did a devious thing,” Sinadim growled, scraping at her scalp with the tips of his claws. “Trying to evade us, to satisfy your heat without an Anhur knot?” He sneered, and tipping her face back, thrust forward. The tapered head of his prick smearing her lips with a sheen of want. “Your willful temper offends the Nine,Omega. And you’ll be punished, but first”—he gazed into her heat-blackened eyes, letting her take a sip, pink tongue laving his slit—“you’ll take my cum down your throat.”
She whimpered as Balkazar filled her, not daring to so much as blink away from her Alpha. The male she thought was Hadim.
Bristling, Sinadim snarled down at her. Made her really look and see that his eyes were not the same shade as Hadim’s. The slant of his brow, high cheek bones, and thick, sandy hair were all his mother’s best features.
Defiance shimmered in her gaze. Sulky hatred, though she was properly enthralled. But not a hint of recognition beyond the dull hatred for her master.
Stooping, Sinadim lay a bruising kiss to swollen lips, then pried her jaws apart. Feeding her two fingers, he reached passed her gag-reflex. “You’re going to let the war chief fill your pretty little pussy”—she gagged, flexing around Balkazar’s shaft hard enough to make him gasp—“and then you’ll take it in the ass.” Sinadim paused, probing her throat while his second pumped between legs spread obscenely wide. Grinning as the battle to simply watch raged within. “We’re going to keep you fat and lazy with Anhur sperm,” he said, her throat making a squelching hiccup around invasive fingers. “Anywhere you’ve been touched before will be seededproperly. And what will you say after each knot?”
Little teeth flashed around his knuckles, her fury rekindled as she tried again to fight him—and Sinadim’s cock jumped, connecting them with ropey strings.
“You’ll say ‘thank you,’” he said and made her lips part.
Wickedness gleamed in her black gaze, and she laved his tip, ears drooping in acceptance at last. “Thank you, Hadim.”
Something in him snapped. To hear Hadim rewarded forhisefforts? It frayed his temper at the edges, and it broke on a laugh. “I’m not your master, Omega,” he snarled, feeding the length of his cock to the back of her throat until he felt his crown breach that tight ring. “And my father would never bother himself to come for you. One escaped harem slave isn’t worth the effort,” he spat, just to watch her eyes grow damp, hurt and confusion bleeding into watery defiance. “The Karahmet Heir has hundreds more just like you.” Sinadim pulled her face toward his groin, borrowing deeper with a grunt. “One for every day of the year and two on holidays.”
When she spluttered, he let her slide back. Her breath coming in heaving pants, eyes wide and rimmed in white as realization dawned in those glassy black pools.
