Salty tears scalded her cheeks when they fell.
“Enough,” the hunter said, and closed the distance between them. Cupped her cheek in one massive hand, and thumbed the trail of wet staining her skin. “Do not cry. The words of this creature are not worthy of your tears. Shall I make him yours?” he asked, humming low at the back of his throat. One gentle hand moving up to tangle in the ropes of wild, black hair. “A slave with no tongue to serve your every whim? Or I can make him into something new for my mate. A gift,” he said as claws raked along her scalp until he found the cone of a velvety ear.
And, gentle, his fingers petted at that dainty shell until she shivered, sniffling even as she leaned into that forbidden contact. His touch bringing a fresh wave of tears that only poisoned her heart with confusion.
A golden scowl watched the tears fall. His voice a soothing hum, despite the gruesome picture he painted with words he shouldn’t possess. “Shall I make a wreath of his entrails? Serenade you with the sounds of your tormentor laid low,” he asked, and pulled her up. Over his thighs where she was made to straddle a proud slab of feral meat. “Anything to please my vicious mate. To stop her tears.”
“A-Alpha,please,” Renegade stammered, both hands pressed to the heat of his chest. Trying for distance, instead she found a wicked grin and a violent embrace. Crushed to his chest, she shivered when one arm snaked over her hip.
Cheek pressed to cheek, his lips rasped at her ear. Teeth pinching, he murmured a threat with the tender care of a promise. “Shall I lay his twitching pieces at your feet? Pull bones from sockets without releasing the ligaments”—long fingers catching his girth, he set it against her opening—“just so I might breed you with the scent of justice hanging thick in the air?”
“Gods, I—” Glancing down, she was caught and held by what she saw gleaming in golden eyes. Staring down at her unmaking. “Ican’t!”
“Youwill,” he retorted, and tasted her tears. Laved her cheek from jaw to hairline. “I will see my mate drink her fill of vengeance,” he cooed, voice rumbling between her ribs. “This peasant kept alive for your pleasure. As long as you wish. Nothing but a stump of rotting meat, a plaything for our kits to sharpen their claws. A neutered gargoyle my mate might use to vent her rage… Anything to stop your tears.”
“Please,” she gasped, stretching her throat back, desperate for a sip of air not laced with the scent of rutting male. “I just… all I want—”
“Ask,” he hummed, and caught a nipple between his teeth. Rolled it against the roof of his mouth.
“Freedom! I want freedom! Please, just let me g—”
“No,” he snarled, and showed her the frayed edges of madness that infected every male Anhur—Trax or not. Possessive jealousy in all its vile glory.
Ears flicked back, Renegade returned his snarl. Thrashing against him, she set flimsy claws to his chest and tried to draw blood.
A deep rumbling laugh escaped him, then. “Such fire! You please me, mate,” he continued, fisting his prick. Pumping out of sight, once, twice, before sweeping his knob through her swollen lips. “Taming you will bring purpose to my life, but you will yield to me now. Let me ease your pain.”
“No!” she hissed, straining against the inevitable. “Never—”
With mane bristling, reeking of pure dominance, the hunter kissed the corner of her lips. “Submit,” he murmured, and pressed her down. Made her rock against him, where he was hard and hot. Weeping for her. “Take what you earned.”
And for a moment, as she smeared temptation all over his helm, he merely continued to brace. Going still beneath her. Watching as the weight of his offer began to crush. Massive chest heaving on labored breaths, unblinking, he gave her nothing to do but jiggle in a bid to take him from above. Hips caught in a cage of claws, she was held to her perch. Power vibrating between her thighs.
This was what she was.
Omega, to her core.
Pathetic by nature.
Hathorian.
But trained to endure, she’d been reborn in fire. Claimed something of herself, a tiny piece held tight to her chest. Where no other might steal it away.
“Take what you want from my body,” she whispered, the embodiment of feminine lust as she tried to press against that naked heat. Slit drooling. Thighs flexing as she rocked above him. Resistance worn down to a stump of nothing. “I can’t stop you. But you will never haveme.”
He moved without warning. A mountain of rippling muscle, she was dumped her on her back, an impossible weight pinned her to the dirt inches from the war chief’s purple, hateful face.
“You aremine,” he whispered, inches from her face. Cupping her face, the back of her neck, he filled every millimeter of her vision. Made her look as he bore down with a grunt. “Your body sings for me,” he rumbled, and peeled her apart with that blunt tip.
And then, claiming her lips with a kiss that bruised, he unleashed unfair advantage.
He exhaled, and sent a purr deep into her lungs.
That sub-audible rattle had her eyes rolling up. Pressure rising in her head until she could feel the sound in her sinuses only for it to melt back. Trickling down her spine where it traced her every organ and pooled low in her pelvis. Heated and languorous, it was a command for her to yield.
One she could no longer disobey or deny.
Going liquid, Renegade met golden eyes. Jaws hanging slack, she rolled her hips until she caught the head of his weeping dick where she was wet.
