“Brave little Omega,” Sinadim hummed and pulled away from her pussy. Tracing her lips with fingers that glistened with seed and drove her straight into depravity. “Trying to sound bold, when all you really want is a knot.”
She hummed, throaty and full of challenge. “Any knot would do.”
A growl rumbled against her ear, and Sinadim set his teeth to her shoulder. Pinching. Not hard enough to break skin… but enough to send a torrent of fresh slick to wet her thighs. Enough to make her whine and shake.
“Please.” She tucked her chin, trying to protect the space meant for a Hathorian mate, even as she gushed in perverse pleasure. “Don’t.”
Nudging her ankles apart, Sinadim relented with a kiss against her pulse. A smirk flickered against her throat, his breath heated as it dampened her skin. And then, hips rocking against her backside until his knob found her sodden folds, Sinadim fucked the gap between her thighs. Spearing through the frothy mess and bumping his knuckles on the other side, Sinadim walked her forward. Making her ride his shaft with each step she took, he drove her toward Balkazar. Still laying in the twisted leathers coated in the scent of sex, the war chief stroked his cock, eyes blazing with heated interest as they approached.
“You’re going to lick him clean, little slut,” Sinadim growled, fucking her thighs at a leisurely pace. “And you’re going to take every inch of this dick until you are stained inside and out with my scent.”
A mad grin spread across her lips. Her ears low, but not back. Tucked and ready.
“Nasty temper for a breeder,” Balkazar said, lip curled, cruelty in every downward stroke of his fist. In the angry flash of purple-red where his knob peaked between his fingers.
Sinadim didn’t give her a chance to rebel, he caught a fist full of wild black hair and made her twist to meet his disfigured grin. “There will be time enough to exorcise our wildling’s rebellious nature,” Simadim said, and shoved her toward Balkazar’s shining prick. “And when she’s fat with a litter of hybrids, I will teach her what it means to be Omega.”
Defiance glittered in her black gaze, but with a soft sigh, she took Balkazar’s cock between her lips. Drinking deep of what spurted from his tip.
“Take it then, little slut,” Balkazar growled and sat forward. Feeding his girth into her throat even as he reached for the globes of her ass and spread her cheeks with big hands. “You were born to be nothing but a hole.” He hooked his forefingers inside her opening, making her gape for Sinadim. Lewd and on display for the Alpha. “Nothing but a nice, tight quim to be filled with cum,” the war chief rumbled, rocking his hips as his tapered head pressed against the back of her throat. “You were meant to breed hybrids for the Silver City, and now”—the blunt head of Sinadim’s prick pressed against her pussy—“you’ll breed forus.”
She hummed, a smile quirked around Balkazar’s girth. It was nothing to let him think so, because some part of her heat-addled brain had been conditioned to want that too. Shewantedthem to lose control and fight each other for the exclusive right to breed her. To snarl when she begged and see only to their own satisfaction…
“Does that surprise you, Omega?” Sinadim asked. “That I would share you with another?”
She wasn’t given opportunity to answer—Balkazar’s hand clapped against the back of her head, keeping her impaled as Sinadim pumped his shaft at her seam. Teasing. Pushing the limit of her restraint as he denied them both.
But she didn’t beg or squirm. Oh, no. Not when she knew Sinadim couldn’t last long like that, not with the amount of slick gushing from her depths. It was an enticing lure no Anhur male could possibly resist—least of all one of the Karahmet bloodline.
Instead, she snaked one hand between Balkazar’s legs and cupped his heavy sack. Redoubling her efforts, she ignored the Alpha and worked instead to shame the war chief with an early spilling.
Balkazar, who thought she was nothing. Who was about to learn a lesson. She issued a warning with the scrape of blunt teeth dragging along his shaft.
“None of that,” Sinadim whispered and mounted her at last. Forcing his cock through her glands, she was made to take it, inch by agonizing inch. He didn’t stop until he was seated within her, the early flare of his knot beginning to swell where it was stuffed inside her.
Groaning, she felt her sheath melt around him, molding to fit as he bullied his way through aching tissue.
He slapped her ass hard enough to make her flinch, the impact ripples felt all the way to the base of her spine. Where her docking scar tingled and flexed.
With a hiss of held breath, Sinadim bucked into her depths. His engorged tip pressed at her cervix, demanding entry. “I’m going to cum so deep inside you that I won’t have to bother with a knot,” he whispered, covering her back. Lips brushing against the fuzzy shell of her ear. “It’ll take a week for you to stop dripping, but by then.” He paused to lave her shoulder with the flat of his tongue, gently sluicing through wet folds as she shuddered beneath him. “By then, your belly will already be full of cum.”
Muscles seized in anticipation, she went stiff, ensnared by his threats. Glands bearing down to reject his knot or milk it dry…
“It won’t be long before you begin to swell with a litter of hybrids,” he said, fucking her hard and deep. Long, full strokes that clapped against her ass. “Mylitter.”
She merely smiled as she was used from both ends, for though her skin was speckled with fingerprints, her insides deliciously bruised, she felt him swell and knew her victory was at hand.
With the pack all around them, it was like the days of long ago. The days before her species was enslaved by the Anhur, when a natural season was a cherished celebration of fertility, and their males were enough. Harkening back to those long forgotten Hathorian ritual matings witnessed by an entire pack, she’d claimed her males in a nest of her making.
Sweating freely, Sinadim fucked her with wild abandon, his breath hot, grip unyielding. Rutting her like the savage he was.
Anhur right down to the very root, she felt Sinadim beginning to stretch and expand within her. Unfurling not with the jerky fervor of the lesser males, but with a lazy, confident pulse.
“Please, Alpha!” she cried, tearing free of Balkazar’s cock to twist, straining to meet Sinadim’s good eye. “I want your knot,” she demanded, ears standing forward. Eyes blazing, her cheeks pinkened with the rush of command. That the Alpha met her eye and roared, drilling into her with a fury she’d never felt before.
That heobeyed.
Snarling, Sinadim went still inside her, his orgasm building as his knot grew, bulging thicker with every frantic thrash of his heart. Expanding until—with a great rush of liquid fire—her glands burst, expressing the soothing agent that would ease her torment at long last.
