Giaus seized Sinadim’s throat in a calloused palm and squeezed. “You lie.”
“Without her,” Sinadim continued, letting his claws dig, “you won’t last three days.” Breath whistling through a compressed windpipe, he dared a smirk. “You need me, miner. If you want her to live long enough to bear your monstrous fruit, you”—he coughed when Giaus moved to crush his windpipe—“you need me.Alive.”
“Lies,” the brute spat. Eyes flicking back and forth, seeking answers across a landscape of scars, Giaus panted through clenched teeth. A mountain of fury held in check by concern for the tiny scrap of female flesh caught between them. “I am all she needs.”
Fingers shifting in the tangled mass of Renegade’s inky black hair, Sinadim’s smirk became a grin. “Not anymore,” he whispered, then swallowed against a palm that dared not call his bluff and seized his chance. “She’s claimed a second mate.”
With an ear-splitting roar, Giaus jerked that dislocated joint with a single vicious pull and laid Sinadim out flat. On his back in the middle of their dreary prison, a coveted female held fast in a lethal embrace—vulnerable as the beast searched for a way to pry them apart. “You think to take her from me,boy?” Giaus spat, and wrenched Renegade’s knee up.
“I already have.” Head spinning, his only focus the grip on Renegade’s skull, on driving the other male past the point of reason, Sinadim laughed. “And there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it now.”
A growl thundered through Giaus’ chest as the beast draped her thigh across Sinadim’s belly. “You know nothing—”
“Oh? And how large was your harem, miner?” Sinadim returned, squirming when Giaus pressed down on her hips. Made him feel the liquid head of a Hathorian pussy melting against his abdomen. “Because I was a fucking prince! My harem the envy of all my siblings, bursting with too many Omegas to bother counting. I know everything you’ve never thought to ask about Hathorian females. Every weakness and secret strength. Every facet of their care a scrap of coveted information kept by generations ofmyforefathers. So tell me, king of the beyond,” Sinadim sneered, intentionally goading the other male into a jealous rut, “what doyouknow of keeping Omegas?”
Giaus set his blunt tip against her folds, but chips of frigid obsidian grew ringed by a thin strip of burning, seething gold as his confidence began to crumble.
“You don’t have to answer that,” Sinadim whispered through a dangerous grin, and blinked at the bead of sweat that dripped into his eyes and couldn’t be wiped away. Not with one arm useless and the other threatening to obliterate his new mate. “I know she’s your first. Just as I know that without me to guide you, you’ll kill her with ignorance long before she has another season. And for your failure, you will suffer unimaginable agony.”
Renegade mewled against Sinadim’s throat, dripping where she was wet and needy. Hips tilting back, she tried to present. Would have raised her tail in sordid invitation to be mounted and stuffed full.
Something sinister gleamed amber eyes, and Giaus said, “She sings forme,” as he pumped his knob through a creamy mess and claimed her from the back in a single, punishing thrust. Fucking to dominate, to show Sinadim who was ruler here, in the dark.
That Sinadim was nothing.
But he didn’t know the inner workings of a Hathorian bond. That it was a transaction, Renegade’s part only half completed.
That it could still be undone…
“She pleads for a knot,” Sinadim drawled, knowing just how it would provoke. “To be sealed by her mate—and now,eitherof us will do.”
Breaking, Giaus’ temper boiled over. Every inch the possessive Alpha, he snarled, “You will not have her!” as he sluiced through the flood of slick produced out of season. Blindly falling into a powerful rut, at Sinadim’s command.
Swallowing, hips flexing to relieve the tight, kicking brand of competitive arousal beating at his laces, Sinadim pushed all the harder. “She’ll beg for me. Even as she cries for you,” he said, shifting to feel the impact of Giaus’ hips into hers. Each driving thrust bringing him closer to the edge, his voice hoarse with the thrill of taboo lust. “To deny her the attentions of a mate is a death sentence crueler than killing me here and now.”
“FUCK!” Giaus reeled back with a howl of frustration. Planting one foot beneath Sinadim’s ribs, he wound up and exploded. Punching the wall of their prison with force enough to turn stone into sand.
Unable to do more than squeeze his eyes shut as he was half-buried in the fallout, Sinadim focused on his grip. On the female saving his life by condemning it.
Protecting his leverage, for just a little longer…
Until it was permanent.
With a snarl, Giaus dragged them both free. Knees spread, he scowled down his nose with a purpose, adjusted Renegade’s hips with a shockingly careful grip, and tilted her pelvis forward. Opening her for deeper penetration, so she might take all he had to give.
An electric shiver spiked up from the base of Sinadim’s severed tail, tightening his sack as her pubis traced his length with every violent impact. Lewd to feel it this way, as a female might. Helplessly pinned, subject to the power of another’s rut…
Teeth grinding, Sinadim crushed a desperate moan between his molars. Achingly hard, beaten and broken, butthrobbingwith need.
No matter the malicious contempt, the distaste for her kind, or that another male was about to make him cum.
Sinadim was drunk with a secret, obsessive want.
Utterly taken by the trilling sounds dragged from Renegade’s throat—pressed against his thrashing pulse—as Giaus unleashed his frustration. Obsessed with the slide of shivering muscle as the other male drove him closer to climax. Utterly enthralled by the grip of a fucking Hathorian mating bite, where it was sown deep enough to unravel every conviction he’d ever held.
Shuddering, Giaus succumbed with a snarl. Buried to the hilt, he fucked an aggressive load into Renegade’s cunt and made sure Sinadim felt it—the kicking pulse, the rhythmic flex of heavy, swollen balls lifting so they might pump her full. And the stretch of his knot blooming so she wouldn’t spill a drop of that virile seed.
Breath hitching, Sinadim dared a smile as a perverted bond was laid down between enemies. Set, sealed, and knotted by his own ignorance, Giaus himself bound them together.
