It wasn’t until her mewling pleas had turned into grunts of over-stimulated pleasure that he relented. Only when the cries of a female taking too much too deep echoed through the dense forest foliage did he shift his grip. Abandoning her tail stump, he cradled her bruised throat in a cage of claws and submission and made her look. His movements growing selfish and rough.
A mess was made.
Slick frothed by such vigor, mere icing on this debased cake that used to be a female Hathorian who’d dared to deny the whims of the Nine.
Her surrender sweeter than anything he’d ever known.
“That’s right, slut,” the other rasped, recovered already. His speech slurred, but coming fast and loud and all at once. “Take it all, show him what a prince’s Omega was trained to do. Never seen any take so much so deep. But then, you are meant for this.Onlythis.”
Giaus’ mane rose up on a snarl, his sack growing tight as the rut flooded his veins. Tail flagging as he scrambled for purchase in the dirt, his ass flexing. Holding her hips tilted back as lips and teeth traced that sensitive spot between her jaw and shoulder. Her stuttering breath against his ear.
“Bal-Balkazar,” she whined, a heartbroken plea for relief. Naming the cretin whose skin she’d soon be using as a shit rags.
Without thought, Giaus issued more of that song meant to enchant. Chest bubbling, singing for her as the insults rained down, he filled her ears with beauty meant to hypnotize. Made her gush. The very air vibrating with a mangled thing he called a purr, she was lulled into a trance as he rode her hard as she could take. Protecting her from hurt in the only way he could.
Squealing, her spine bowed until bruised nipples were pressed against his chest, she jolted beneath him. Legs shaking where they were splayed around his hips, she was spread wider. Giaus pressing deeper, forcing her acceptance of the male who’d unmade her.
“Please,” she rasped, her voice strained and utterly unrecognizable.
“Giaus,” he said again, just to implant himself inside her body and mind, branding her insides with thoughts of her mate, and him alone.
“Giaus,please!” she wailed, and came again. Gushing. Quaking and deep, it was a raw and unnatural thing.
And whether it was his name on her lips, or the scent of desperate submission wafting from her skin, Giaus knew victory when it was presented.
Hips snapping forward with a final, vicious thrust, he bellowed his triumph.
Taking everything, a powerful knot bloomed within her. One that ended her heat even as another orgasm rocketed through her slender body. She came hard enough to make him still as she clenched. Milking his knot with waves of beautiful agony as he over-filled his little Hathorian.
His Omega.
Convulsing until she fell limp beneath him, she blinked and there was nothing behind her glassy eyes. A creature of pure, unfiltered instinct he’d stretched and subdued. He watched, pleased when inky eyes rolled back until there was little but the sheen of white hidden beneath fluttering lashes.
And without a hint of awareness or recognition, she lunged for the heap of sinew bunched at his shoulder. Flimsy claws scraping at his sides, she struck with a dainty little snarl.
Teeth found their mark. Clenched and locked, she buried blunted incisors into wooden muscle and laid down a true mark.
It was a prize meant for herHathorianmate. And if the rumors were true, it was one that would keep her bound to Giaus until death.
With a roar, Giaus came again.
Shuddering into the precious thing tasked with taking his seed and making life. Who’d dare to claim him, to leave a symbol of her intentions where all might see it. Heedless of the monster he’d become, she’d embraced him in the only way her kind could.
Bonded forever.
Because she knew it too. Who she’d been born to serve.
Drunk on her scent, he pawed at the plump globes of her ass and vibrated with a pleased rumble. Offered praise of such a spectacular performance he shivered as his hips pumped. Sluicing through overwrought tissue, he pulled back only as far as the place where his knot was anchored behind her pelvic bone, then surged forward once more.
He was enthralled by his mate. Totally lost in ancient, primal instinct not meant to exist between species. His blood sluggish with the rush of endorphins, rut hammering at his mind. Driving him to finally reach down and taste her slick, to succumb to the blissful intoxication only a Hathorian female might offer, and find his vigor renewed.
Instead, he found himself paused. Cherishing the moment, his every sense keyed into the small creature wrapped in his arms. Around his knot. Buried deep inside her, while she worked to do the same to him.
Giaus groaned as he bred a female worthy of his seed, his every gushing pulse dredging up another painful shiver. Another intoxicating rush that made thunder roll through his chest, taking a huffing breath of her hair. Locking her scent deep inside his brain.
His.
Awe made him shunt deeper inside her, gushing yet more of himself where she was sealed tight. His seed sure to make her bulge around a strong litter of his young if this continued much longer.
