Why should she fight when it was so much easier to coo and squirm? When the show of submission would grant her leniency without wasting a moment of effort.
“And what’s your name?” she hummed, twisting to make eye contact with the male rutting at her back when Sinadim next allowed her to breathe. Emboldened by the taste of Anhur semen on her tongue, by the hint of authority crackling through her veins.
Chest rumbling, the war chief forced a breathy, “Balkazar,” through his teeth, hiking her thigh over his hip as he made space between her knees.
The muscles of her back flexed where she would have flicked her tail. Invitation for a worthy suitor.
But she had no tail to lift, and so it couldn’t be used as leverage while she was held trapped beneath Anhur claws. And in that, she found another sort of freedom.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, the simple act of making demands enough to make her head spin. “Breed me, Balkazar. If you think you can…”
“What—” Balkazar barked, fucking her all the harder.
“Leave it,” Sinadim snapped, and must not have been impressed by her guile. With claws extended, he reclaimed her attention with a throaty snarl, aiming to silence her with cock until she offered up a dainty purr. Feminine, light and breezy, she purred a song of submission and deceit for Hadim’s son. Swallowing his prick until his scowl eased and his fingers went slack in her hair. The aggression bleeding from tense muscles as she drank him in and swallowed him down.
With a gasp, she felt Balkazar thicken. The state of herBiqueaglands too much for anything but an Alpha, a war chief was outmatched by a lowly Omega. Balkazar’s breath hitched, flexing until he pressed against that final gate. Speared against her cervix, the point of his cock trying to force her open, to accept what he had to offer and seed that precious, rare womb.
Unworthy.
She rejected him with a crush of her glands, and Balkazar snarled, picking up an erratic, wild rhythm that saw his hips clap against her ass. Forcing broken little squeals of mounting pleasure to tear free of her throat and vibrate around Sinadim’s prick.
Back arching, Balkazar seated himself one final time. Going deep enough to bend his rod where he could go no further, he came, pumping her full of with a shudder. Claws extended where they sank into the meat of her hips. Her thighs.
It wasn’t enough.
“More,” she whispered, withdrawing to kiss the Alpha’s tip. Her breath warm, ears laying soft and submissive. “Sinadim,please.”
“As you wish,” Sinadim said—purring deep and cocky—and tore Balkazar out of her cunt before his knot could fully balloon inside her.
Wasting the last of his seed, Balkazar stained the sparse hairs on her mound with ropes of pearly white and fell back. Laying sprawled in her nest, his long fingers tracing the length of a rigid prick coated in a creamy glaze.
She wasn’t given a moment to catch her breath before Sinadim was on her. Dragging her slender naked form against his chest, the Alpha wrapped a hand about her throat. Cradling her vitals, his touch was gentle, claws merely denting her skin when she didn’t bother to fight his touch.
At her back, she felt Sinadim shudder, felt the primal urge to claim her depths for his own as it rattled through his big frame. Through the heavy slabs of muscle where they quivered above and around her.
“You think to claim me?” she whispered, lips softening around the edges, words rattling against his palm. Ears leveling out as she relaxed against his heat. Melting against his thigh. “You think to breed me when your father couldn’t?”
Sinadim went stiff. His breath caught where his heart thudded against her spine.
And then a single bark of laughter snapped against her nape, and the Alpha squeezed her until her ribs creaked in protest. Her breathwhuffedover her lips as she was lifted from her nest, squirming. Desperate to burrow.
“What a treasure you are,” Sinadim hummed, keeping her spread and exposed for the pack to see. A sharp smile was pressed beneath her jaw before he licked the tendon connecting shoulder to neck.
A subtle threat. An insult to her heritage, for only Hathorian males, with their pointed canines, were known to leave mating bites—and only then, when it was a committed pairing. A bond meant to last until death.
“Should I?” Sinadim whispered and switched her collar to his off hand while the other wandered. His calloused palm rasping over reddened, bruised nipples. Over the taut skin of her belly and beyond. “Would you gush for me if I mark you, Omega?”
An unexpected squeal burst from her lips, for when he cupped her mound, it was to grind the heel of his palm against her clit. Long fingers parted folds drenched with slick and cum, tracing her where she ached.
“Don’t worry, pet,” he murmured. “I’ll give you what you need.”
She laughed then, goading the male who grinned against her cheek. “Do your worst,Alpha. I have no fear of the Karahmet males.”
Thick fingers plunged into her depths, squelching and squishing as they wriggled. He whipped her aching glands into a lather as she sagged against his forearm. Pinned to his chest, moaning.
Helpless.
With a gasp, she tried to lurch away before her glands clenched around the invasive digits and shattered her control.
