And then she began to purr.
Singing to her males.
Contented, she uttered that sweet song of a well-bred Omega. Sending the melody through her nose as gulped down the last dregs of royal brine, only to pull back with a lewd, suckingpop!and left Sinadim throbbing on his knees as she lapped at any hint of overlooked cream.
Drinking deeply, working the bulge of an impossibly thick knot, she was the bridge between them. The link bonding the males of the feral court.
And for a moment, as Giaus met held Sinadim’s mismatched gaze, he again considered how easy it might be to reach out and throttle his rival.
But the moment was fleeting…
… soothed by his queen and the divine heat milking him dry.
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Drawing a shuddering breath through his teeth, Sinadim staggered to his feet, a string of sperm and drool linking him to swollen lips. A long, glittering tether that sagged before it snapped. Before Giaus wrapped both hands around her middle, fingers almost touching when he stood and took Renegade with him.
Still speared on that massive, captured knot, her cunt was stretched and bloodless. Put on lewd display for any who might look, she was spread before the pack. Delicate petals peeled apart by big hands, Giaus’ fingers fanned out as he widened her thighs and showed them all.
That she hadn’t spilled a single drop of what he’d pumped so deep inside.
Rippling around a column of captured flesh, she tipped her chin back, unashamed. The back of her head settled in a hollow notch on the king’s shoulder, right where her mark sat, her throat exposed as she was ferried away from the carnage Giaus’ had dealt.
Something ugly writhed in Sinadim’s chest at the sight.
A jaundiced, irrational thing that defied any hint of logic even as it sent his tongue to paint the roof of his mouth. Coating the sensory pits, he fell into the kaleidoscope of divine Sight, just so he might tease her scent free of the others and follow where only Giaus had gone before.
Slick.
Shimmering. Golden. A lure of readiness and temptation—wrapped in the threat of death. The stench of a thing already owned by another, greater male.
It made his sack swell with desperate want. With the need to compete. To purr and soothe and court this devious female who dared taint his hallowed bloodline, if only so he might see her humbled before him. Begging for his knot as she gushed all that glorious, Hathorian cream.
Blackened eyes fluttered open. At first, showing nothing but the whites as pleasure continued to crash against her feeble Hathorian mind… and then, on a tiny, delicate frown, she focused. Sharpened. Rings of feral gold catching the light as she looked.
But it was not the face of her king she sought.
Without a hint of hesitation, without confusion or desperate searching, her gaze landed onhim. Unerringly.
Because they were linked.
Because she felt what he’d never admit was real.
Because sheknew.
And in that moment… he hated her for it.
Deeply.
Renegade blinked, just the once before she glanced down. Eyes landing on the still throbbing prick that shone with her spittle. Still oozing seed for the Omega in desperate need of breeding. Of humility or a lesson in respect, he wasn’t sure.
Greedy and cruel all at once, she grinned down the length of her nose. And, as if reminding him who wasreallythe slave here, a pleased coo spilled over her lips. Mocking his addiction as her hands traced over the jagged edge of her hips, framing Giaus’ fingers where he held her in a possessive grip before she moved up. To cup the full curve of ripe tits. Rolling tight, beaded little nipples between her forefingers and thumbs.
His balls flexed. Belching up another rush of unwanted seed as he watched, his throat too dry voice the desperate thirst clawing at his nape.
With a sinuous twist of feminine strength and flexibility, she stretched in Giaus’ arms. Her gaze reserved for Sinadim as she showed off all that shining, pale skin and worked to milk another. The erotic show was his never-ending torment, his punishment and anguish as she danced and let the shadows play over each bump of her ribs. Those perfect grooves where his fingers ached to slot.
A throbbing growl rumbled over Sinadim’s teeth. His mane flaring in a brief, irritated halo about his shoulders.
