The head popped inside, crushing the last of the swelling from herBiqueaglands in a rush that made her breath hitch high at the back of her bruised throat.
Sweat bloomed across her nape, her forehead and upper lip. “Wait!” she whispered, half way to screaming. “Alpha,please!”
But it was no use. There’d be no stopping the feral Anhur who’d chased her. Who’d fought a dragon for the right to take her for his own. A male who hadn’t even tasted her slick, but vibrated with obsessive want nevertheless.
Relentless, he burrowed deeper. Rearranging her guts with each inch gained. The ache of ownership one that saw her eyes roll back, even as her jaw hung slack. Watching until she couldn’t. Enthralled and horrified by the obscene sight. Her pussy going from reddened to bloodless as her lips were made to widen around that girth. Accommodating the way only a Hathorian female could, the way not even an Anhur queen could manage. Not for this feral beast, so mutated by the virus.
With only a third of him sunk inside, he ground to a halt. Panting. Her powerful inner muscles screaming for relief, bearing down on the invasion she sought to prevent.
The hunter blew out a noisy breath through clenched teeth. A grimace and sweat-slicked fingers the only evidence that this moment was profound for him too. Painful, even, if the way his brow was dappled with exertion was any indication.
“He’s ruined you,” Balkazar hissed, still breathing. Still bold enough to speak, though indeed, his face was an alarming blend of red and purple as he was strangled slowly by the weight of his head. The bowing of his spine and the effort it took to keep his airway clear. His cheek and brow already showing blue through the swelling of a nasty bruise. “You’ll be put to death before you rot from the inside out.”
Renegade’s head fell back, her eyes bulging. Breath caught and held in a chest that didn’t know to expand, didn’t know how to make room for the thing forcing its way inside.
The hunter took that breath for her, filling his lungs before he issued a single note that rattled her brain. Purring just long enough to see her flood around him, to render her muscles lax enough that he might squeeze past and steal the rest of her.
And when he reached that final gate barring entrance to her womb, she felt him bulge against her inner wall as he bent against it. Shaking and cold. Her core melting while she shivered. Desperate—tension winding a tight band around the inside of her hips—she sobbed. Speechless and shocked.
Denied by her biology, the last of his length left outside. His knot unable to lock inside her until she was made to relax. Until her cervix drew back and accepted all that he had to give.
The rejection made him snarl, coughing up an unspoken demand that she yield. Making her gush around that hollow where she was plugged.
Renegade could only watch, trembling and impaled. The wild pace of her heart beating a tight, pulsing rhythm that begged formore.
Rumbling, the hunter’s lips parted around a fierce grin. And for a moment, he stayed lodged where he’d fought so hard to be. Not fully inside her, but content with his progress. Humming deep in his chest, he watched her face with eyes that seemed to glow with the fires of the Nine themselves.
It was a moment that couldn’t last. One that had panic rising as his hips rolled back, his cock dragging over swollen flesh that clung to his shaft and begged him to stay.
“Wait—” She hiccupped. Shaking her head, eyes wide and rimmed in white. Ears flat, for surely he couldn’t withdraw without pulling her insides out?
But she didn’t hiss or snarl.
She tried to follow him back.
Tried to keep that monster cock within her greedy walls that needed to be stuffed and stretched—and wasdenied.
Humming, the hunter wrapped thick arms about her ribs and popped free in a rush of fluids. Left her clasping and needy when he stood, set her on unsteady feet, and turned.
A single step took him to where the war chief lay prostrate. Face-down in the detritus, icy blue eyes watching.
Seething.
Bones going liquid, Renegade collapsed. Pussy left clenching about nothing, twitching with the threads of a built and dashed orgasm, she could do little but stare.
The hunter knelt. One massive hand winding tight in the war chief’s mane, he dragged the other Anhur between spread knees. Took his girth in his right hand, then smeared a trail of slick and precum across Balkazar’s cheekbones. Across his upper lip, and over his eyes, the hunter was sure to leave his mark glazed where Balkazar couldn’t help but taste it.
Wiping his cock clean, he used the other male’s face as a rag—then left him there in the dirt to seethe and watch.
Golden eyes gleaming, he met Renegade’s aghast glare with a triumphant grin.
12
Crouched in the foliage atop a granite boulder, Sickle’s vantage point let him watch without discovery. His heart breaking with every moment he lingered. A lurk in the shadows, unseen. His mission one of kindness cloaked in gore. Renegade’s spear clutched tight in white and sweaty fingers, and yet, he could not bring himself to really look. Couldn’t bear to see what had become of the perfect, wildling female who’d run.
His target. The precious queen he’d come here to kill.
Instead, his teary glare was fixed to another. One who’d made no secret of his hatred for Sickle’s kind, who’d saidterriblethings to that tiny, defiant female while he thought no one was listening. Things meant to snuff that internal blazing fire and made Sickle glad to see him this way. A living shell wrapped around a corpse, his death all but promised.
