Before the other male could pull his dick from the dirt and think to fight back, Balkazar was on him.
He didn’t mean to mark Sinadim. Hadn’t intended to set his teeth in a mirror of the marks now speckling his shoulder—and he certainly hadn’t intended to mount his Alpha. Hips flexing, cock twitching at the cage of leather breeches, they were kept separate even as they crossed a line never crossed before. But the urge to dominate overcame the war chief. Utterly.
With a final shake, he managed to tear himself away. Instead moving to pin Sinadim’s forearm behind his back. “Remember our blood pact!” Balkazar bellowed, giving Sinadim one last chance to preserve their bond. Hackles raised in fury.
The Alpha huffed, shaking his head. Teeth dripping malice, fists clenched until they popped, only to snap open with claws fully extended. Leaving gouges in the red stone. Battling a powerful rut, the instinct to keep what he’d claimed. To kill.
“You can watch,” Sinadim snarled, dangerous and regaining control. His eyes seething pools of black, trying to compromise without leverage.
“No.” Cracking his neck, Balkazar hauled on Sinadim’s forearm, making him arch. “You will honor the pact, brother. Equal shares. Loyalty to the pack above all.” He snorted, uttering a derisive scoff. “You’d trade all that for a breeder? You?” A smile broke through clenched and bloody teeth. Mocking. “You and she, against the wilds, huh? How will she fight your battles, I wonder? With what skills? What strength? We can always get more pussy,” Balkazar said, “but without us, my prince, you will die with your knot stuffed in a sloppy cunt. Alone.”
For a moment, the Alpha continued to rumble with a low, threatening growl. And then, his mane flattening out, Sinadim coughed up a snarl. Tension riding high between his shoulders, but when he turned away, it was to expose his blindside. Good eye turned into the solid ground.
A subtle concession of willful trust.
Releasing his Alpha, Balkazar turned searing blue eyes upon the female he intended to punish.
Calmer and shaking it off, Sinadim turned back to the incoherent thing twitching in a puddle of sticky white fluid. Took a fist full of her hair and positioned her on all fours once more. And though he took liberties and slid his bloated prick back into her, he pried her jaws apart and offered the war chief the use of her throat.
Compromise Balkazar could live with.
As long as it was wet, female, and tight, it was good enough.
Freeing his aching girth, he wasted no time. Dropping to one knee, he cradled the back of her skull in one large hand. Hauled her closer, made her stretch to taste the pearly drop oozing from his slit.
She groaned, lapping. Compliant, she hummed around his swollen knob, eyes dark and luminous. Glassy. Her every blink sluggish.
“I think this pretty little slut is cum-drunk,” Balkazar said, tilting her head back to peer into those deep, black pools. There was a layer of exhausted submission filmed over her lenses, but beneath it?
Banked flames of a defiant spirit.
A delicacy among the weak-willed Hathorians. An Omega.
One he would savor before breaking, but first?
“Were you trying to avoid being claimed?” Balkazar purred, pushing a hank of wet hair off her forehead as he stretched her lips. As Sinadim’s pace increased, the tone of his growls becoming guttural as the Alpha neared orgasm. “Thought you would take from us and be allowed to walk away? That we wouldn’t hunt until you were exactly where you are now. Where you belong.”
Banked embers sparked to life, but Balkazar was ready. Before she bit his cock in half, he forced it down her throat. Keeping her jaws from closing with a tight grip on the hinge trying to snap shut and emasculate him.
“You’ll be bred this night,” he continued, presuming the fierce thing valued nothing more than her independence, for why else would she go to such lengths to avoid the Anhur? She, who taunted instead of submitting. “You need to learn your place, Omega,” he cooed, insulting as he pulled back and seated his root between her canines. “You’ll be well cared for. A cherished breeder kept fat with Beta soldiers.”
Tears leaking from watery, black eyes, she coughed. Making Sinadim groan, his pace increasing. Unable to play games with the presence of another male so close, the Alpha pounded against her backside. Grip bruising the meat of slender hips, he roared. Seating himself one final time, shuddering as his knot began to bloat at last.
The girl went rigid, her throat vibrating around a gargled scream.
And it was enough.
With just enough forethought to wrap crushing fingers about his knot, Balkazar followed his Alpha into bliss.
Chapter 25
Conversation rumbled around her.
The low vibrations of deep voices, though she couldn’t make sense of the syllables. Not with a worthy knot rocking against her glands, the ache relenting at last.
A secret smile glazed her swollen lips, for she’d battled Hadim and won. An Alpha. Her master. She’d refused to beg, despite the torment. No matter that he’d demanded she bend to his whim, that there was another down her throat, or that she’d been claimed by her master once more—she endured the way she’d never been able in the harem.
And she’d won.
Something foreign swelled in her chest. A certain type of knowing that unfurled around her sense of self and wrapped it in blistering assurance.
Something she had no name for, though she wanted more.
“Pull your knot out. It’s my turn.”
The words fizzed inside her skull, sending tremors of worry clenching around the knot. Locking it in place. Her glands were not yet empty! The torment would come rushing back if he—
She felt fingers slipping around her opening. Squirming around his base, they prodded and broke the seal.
Fluid gushed between her thighs, wasted. Wasted!
Ears pressed flat, she bucked, freeing herself from the male before her. Turning to scowl at the one covering her back. “No! Don’t—”
A fist wrapped around her throat. “No?” and it was the war chief who hissed at her, pressing close enough that she could taste his breath. “You’re bold for an Omega, hmm?”
She tucked her chin, aiming blunted teeth at a thick wrist, but she was no match for Anhur reflexes.
With a snarl, the war chief hauled her up with one hand buried in her hair. Only by the grace of the Nine was she spared the agony of being torn off a knot—Hadim had enough purchase to compress his girth before they were forcibly uncoupled.
She squealed all the same. Deprived. Thrashing and kicking, she aimed for the naked flesh bouncing between the war chief’s legs. Missed, and was spun around, her wrists caught between her breasts in one large fist.
“Let go!” she screeched, sticky heat twitching with renewed life against her lower back.
Against her cheek, a laugh. “As the lady wishes.” And turning her out, the war chief let her stumble away.
Legs shaking hard enough to make her trip, she went down only a few steps away from the Anhur males. Landing in a heap of rubbery bones as they laughed, leering. Eyes darting between them—and their sex organs—she searched for help. For mercy.
There was only hunger looming above.
On the left, Hadim. Blinded in one eye. Mangled. He was the sadist who’d tortured her for years, but against whom she’d already won several small battles. The monster she knew well.