It was horror in an elegant scrawl.
A past he’d promised to strike from her skin if she rose up, became the equal of the name she’d chosen… and lived.
Instead, just to defy him, shethrived.
Milking him for all he was worth, she took every thick inch. Shunting back for more, she threatened to force his knot well before he’d finished with her.
And though it was in him to let her, to be selfish and take his pleasure from willing, nubile flesh, there was more at play here than simply breeding this wildling girl before an audience.
A statement to be made.
A rival to be subdued.
Nape growing tight, Giaus’ glare snapped back to Sinadim. Watching the other male swallow and swallow again. Tasting that forbidden fruit in the way only one of Giaus’ line could do, Sinadim cherished every claimed inch of her.
Giaus could see it. Plainly. In the way Sinadim’s good eye reflected the light, his working pupil a wide, black disk. In each daring millimeter claimed as the general circled ever closer to the rutting pair.
“Take it,” Sinadim whispered, entranced as he watched. Peppering the air with the scent of desperate denial, and he too fell to his knees before the queen. Paying tribute, though he dared not touch. “Take it all, Renegade.” Swallowing, he painted her scent along the roof of his mouth and claimed what little slick he could from the air. “Show me what a queen can do for her king. That you were meant for this.”
She shivered, neck twisting at the sound of those dulcet tones until she found the face marked by scars. The half-blind prince.
Her second mate.
“That’s it,” Sinadim breathed, and fished his prick from ragged pants. An almost mindless action. “Be a good girl for him, you filthy little whore.”
A warning rumble filled Giaus’ chest, but Sinadim paid him no mind. Seemed that he couldn’t, taken as he was by the rut.
“P-Please,” Renegade gasped, choking on a sob. Her attention locked on the other male. Her cheeks growing red as her eyes glassed over with a fog of lust, rimmed in an intense, brilliant ring of gold. “I—I need… more.”
Shuffling closer, Sinadim’s fist went to his root and squeezed with crushing force. Until the tip of his prick purpled, his knot denied. A pearly drop of seed gushed at his slit. Swiped away by the pad of his free thumb…
… only to be offered to slackened lips and a greedy tongue.
She lunged for that sticky digit. Pulling it between her teeth before Giaus could react. Before he might snatch Sinadim’s wrist away and leave it dangling from a new elbow.
Renegade ignited.
Going wild beneath him, Giaus was rewarded for Sinadim’s daring. Reaping the benefit, he went still just so he might feel the clenching waves of her orgasm as it rippled along his shaft. The bulging glands nestled deep inside her as she tried to entice him to spill all that frothed and virile seed.
“That’s it,” Sinadim cooed, panting as he watched. On his knees before the breeding pair, he inserted himself in their moment. Bold, in the manner of one born to privilege. “Again. Show him just what you were trained to do. Take all of him.”
Cruel words spoken without heat. An echo Giaus couldn’t place, despite the way his mane bristled as a primal snarl burst from his lungs. Tail flagging, the king’s sack grew tight, his grip leaving delicious bruises on Renegade’s curves. Greedy little marks meant to catch Sinadim’s good eye—to twist that jealous blade just a little deeper…
“Show him,” Sinadim urged, forcing a snarl to spatter through his teeth, harsh as he glared down the length of an aristocratic nose and hooded lashes. Exquisite pain etched across his brow as he strangled his dick and pelted her with lewd commands. “Show him what an Omega canreallydo for royalty.”
Quaking, she took all Giaus had. That tight sheath growing warm in a way that had the new king’s hips snapping helplessly forward in shocked delight. Selfish, he was made to obey. His knot forced to bloom by an unnatural, searing heat shimmering deep inside her core.
And with a final, vicious thrust, he was seated deep as he could possibly reach. Bending against her limit, his fingers kneading at tender muscle, he spread her lips and made room. Knot locking into place behind the hooked bone of her pelvis—only to be throttled by a vice of intimate muscle that held him still. Forcing him to stay as his sack rose up, balls spreading to either side of that thick shaft. His seed spilled in a violent flood that dragged pulse after pulse from his very core. Left him coming hard enough that he shook with every jet of semen spilled on a curse.
As if possessed by the Nine, Renegade lunged.
Claiming Sinadim in a single greedy gulp, she took him all the way down—choked on it—and swallowed what she was due.
Roaring, Sinadim’s fist cradled her jaw. Her throat and cheek. Fingers trembling as he too, emptied himself at the queen’s demand.
Still shuddering into the precious creature, Giaus filled her womb with enough seed to make her bulge with it. With him. Pumping her overfull, his vision went black at the edges. Sparkling with the lack of oxygen, for he’d been taken by a divine force. His every muscle locked as his tail flicked in time with the crashing waves kicking sperm through the gates of that hallowed womb.
Ancient primal instinct mutated by the virus, their bond had become something new. Something so utterly enthralling, Giaus’ breath was torn from his lungs just as his essence was dragged from his balls.
