Unabashed, the depths of those amber eyes sparkled with a golden hue. Flecked with green. Streaked with hints of inky black.
With a grimace easy to mistake for a smile, his grip grew tighter on her hip. Claws extended,deadly, he kneaded her muscle and made her rock. Showing her how ready she was, that her pussy was already sopping wet with arousal. Drooling and slippery, he made her watch. Held her hair in his fist and didn’t so much as blink as he worked her sodden cunt.
Heat splashed over her cheeks. She was shamed by unconscious reaction to a beast. Made to feel his ludicrous length as she was dragged over it.
Butherswas the position of power, so she pushed up. Pulled her hair from his fist, and accepted the poise she’d earned. A cloak of elegant confidence, it was a saddle fit for a queen. Heedless of the threat of punishment, she gathered herself and set both tender palms to his shoulders. Pinning him flat against a massive slab of granite, she found an anchor across his lap. Her ears flicked back, a hiss forced through clenched teeth that grew fierce and wild. Unhinged. An explosion of vented pain and so much impotent rage, she snarled. Pressing close, glaring, she met that mesmerizing gaze without a blink.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence of a predator biding its time. His pupils blowing wide even as she felt his heart begin to race beneath her palms. Excitement an ashen sheen, his eyes grew cloudy with heat.
And then he returned her snarl with one that wasn’t merely that.
It was madness.
Feral madness, hot and menacing across her brow. Sending her reeling back with the realization of what this really was.
Futility.
A hunt set and matched before she’d even abandoned that soiled den of pack males. She’d left herself exposed, still aching and tired from a night of wild, bareback rutting. Spreading herself too thin between too many. Bruised, exhausted, and worn out.
An unforgivable mistake, and one that had made her vulnerable.
Palms kneading, the feral Anhur ended her retreat with flagrant ease. Spread the globes of her ass and aimed his dick lower, sweeping through the plump petals of her slick cunt. Parting her folds with blunt heat, he rimmed her opening and sent shameful little tremors of aching pleasure through the seat of her belly.
And then, threatening without a spoken word, his knob skimmed over her asshole—making her clench as he tested that gate. Thick helm piercing a few painful millimeters into that tight ring of muscle.
“Please, Alpha!” she yelped, panicked, trying to flex her tail in submission, and succeeding only in antagonizing the beast poised to ravage her. “I can’t—you’re too big!”
He huffed, breath heated against her cheeks. Lips drawn thin to expose a flash of glossy white teeth.
Claws dimpled her hips in silent warning, but he relented. Swept back to where she was wet, where slick spilled over his prick, and set that searing brand of flesh against her core. A relentless press that seemed to give her the choice of where he might ruin her first.
And yet, even with her spread and helpless before him, he didn’t move to fuck her. Instead, he played in the sticky river dripping from her core. Glazing his great, thick knob with slick, he sent it gliding through swollen lips. One hand bruising her hip, the other heavy between her shoulder blades, she was pinned flat once more.
Held tight to his chest as she straddled a mountain of dominance.
He began to fuck her that way, slipping and sliding without making her feel the stretch of invasion. At the height of every lazy thrust, his cock nudged at her clit, teasing that little bundle of nerves until it slid from beneath its hood.
Exposed. Eager for abuse.
Renegade gasped—spreading wider without conscious effort. Soothed by the gentle touch, by the undeniable pleasure of being handled without being harmed. By a male who would take, but one who offered her a measure of power in the act.
Caught up by a delicate touch, by the scents inflaming her fertile season all over again, she was lulled. Entranced, she reached out. Placed hesitant fingers to the hard planes of his chest, and felt him lurch—a ragged breath pulled through parted, full lips.
He snatched her fingers, only to guide them to the mess. Circled her throbbing button with the point of her index finger trapped beneath his. When her digits met the squishy head of an impossible cock brushing against her touch, he shivered. Something wicked gleaming in his eyes as he speared through molten flesh, neither penetrating her nor hurrying himself. Fucking at her pussy lips languidly. Seeming to enjoy this early stage of rut without bothering himself about rushing—as if he was waiting for something.
With a huff, she relaxed beneath him. Allowing the male to do as he pleased, she gave him every impression of submission—would have lifted her tail, had she a tail to lift.
It was expected. An Omega female in heat with a dominant male demanding her obedience? What else could she do,butsubmit to him?
“Filthy fuckingwhore.” Spoken in a voice filled with loathing, that curse drew her back into herself with a snap. Enough to recognize that tone, that voice, for it dripped with the sort of malice and disgust she’d come to recognize from the war chief.Balkazar.
She turned to look, bewildered by the nerve. That Balkazar had the gall to intrude at the risk of his own life.
But she found him hogtied face-down, his arms held tight behind his back. Choking with a belt cinched about his throat. A captive audience to these lewd games, but still vicious when he snarled, “I’m going to enjoy watching the life fade from your eyes, you traitorous cunt. Sinadim should have sent hooks through your hamstrings and left you to be rutted in the dark—”
Swinging one mighty fist, the feral Anhur landed a savage backhand. The act of silencing the war chief all the catalyst the hunter needed to finally act.
He exploded into action. Grip tight on Renegade’s hip, she wasn’t given a moment to react to her spectator, to wonder if he’d been slaughtered by a single blow before the hunter seized his prick in an unforgiving fist. Sending it to test her readiness, he spread her pussy with two fingers. And with a lurid press of his hips, he stretched that intimate flesh at last.
