It was done.
Back arching, Sinadim rocked into spilled slick soaking through his pants. That strangled groan breaking free at last, his cock lurched. Eyes rolled back. His dick kicking where he strained against Renegade’s pretty, stretched pussy, his orgasm building—
One clawed fist darted between his legs, vicious talons that ripped through leather and nicked his sack. His balls caught in a nest of thorns, nearly pierced with a malicious violence that blocked the hot surge of cum before it might burst free.
Sinadim went stiff with a choked gasp, eyes bulging, abs flexing in horrified shock.
“You will be a puppet,” Giaus rattled, his mane flaring around his shoulders, broadcasting his scent in an overwhelming show. Muscles working in a smooth glide as his pace wound down, his fist growing tighter. Cruel. “Her eunuch. A useless fucking slave—”
“She”—Sinadim wheezed, bubbling and wet—“she can… feel…everything, miner. Mutilate me, if you want to torture… her.”
“Foolish little prince,” Giaus spat, twisting his wrist around that fistful of cock. Kinked at the base, he was held on the edge but unable to burst. Blood trapped in that stiff, vulnerable length. In his knot that had only begun to bloom. “There are so many pieces you don’t need. Many experiments that can be run before I tear the truth from your broken husk. Pain can be endured,” he hummed, claws needling into delicate flesh. “And Renegade is strong. She will endure, because that is what I demand of my queen.”
Desperate for breath, Sinadim’s head fell back. Vision blurred as everything went dim. Blurry. “Giaus—”
“Shhh,” the beast hummed, and sweat dripped down his forehead to spatter onto Sinadim’s dusty cheeks. He pumped once, fist over cock, and drew up a pained moan as Sinadim writhed on the edge. And then, hunching, Giaus folded himself over Renegade’s back and whispered, “You don’t have to die to give up your secrets. But you will suffer.”
“You can’t”—Sinadim groaned, tears leaking down his cheeks as Giaus worked him over—“can’t undo it. Hate me all you want, but I’m not the one who—” He sucked in a breath when the giant squeezed, nearly shaming him right then and there. “You’re quarrel isn’t with me.”
As if summoned to end it, Renegade stretched, humming as she let go her hold. Perverted work completed, she licked lips painted with gore. A satisfied grin tugged into place before her eyes rolled back, and she slumped. Sprawled between them.
Unconscious.
Oblivious to the war she’d started.
Breath caught, Sinadim blinked at the female who dared.
Entranced by the light, cooing snores that murmured against his collarbone. The lapping tongue that nursed at his wound.
“She needs… to drink,” Sinadim rasped, and released his deadly grip on the back of her skull. Palm raised to show his surrender.
With a sneer, Giaus abandoned Sinadim’s throbbing, bruised dick and claimed her limp body for himself. Settling back against the far wall, he tended the willful little bitch stuffed full of his knot. Checking her many wounds with all the frantic, obsessive attention of a doting matron.
And then, “I’m to believe you offer this… coveted scrap for free?”
“Self-preservation, miner,” Sinadim said, uttering a ragged chuckle. He blinked and it was gritty, the honest truth spilling over cracked and bleeding lips. “Don’t want to be trapped in here with you. When she dies of neglect and you lose yourself to a never ending rut.”
Menace rumbled from Giaus’ chest. A warning that went ignored.
“She needs to drink,” he said again, and laughed, amused at his pale victory. At the cost of surviving what Balkazar was sure was a gift meant for the male who had been a prince. “More than either of us,” Sinadim said, “she needs to replace what is lost in slick, or it was all for nothing.”
Silence fell over the trio once more.
Quiet that dragged on and on and on, until Giaus’ attention fell to the elegant creature cradled in his arms. A tiny queen.
His mate.
Theirs.
Sinadim could do little more than watch.
Breathe.
Bleed.
Suffer.
Fading in and out, he didn’t move from where Giaus had left him. Cock hard and leaking despite the agony coming alive across every battered inch of his body.
