But she didn’t beg or squirm. Oh, no. Not when she knew Sinadim couldn’t last long like that, not with the amount of slick gushing from her depths. It was an enticing lure no Anhur male could possibly resist—least of all one of the Karahmet bloodline.
Instead, she snaked one hand between Balkazar’s legs and cupped his heavy sack. Redoubling her efforts, she ignored the Alpha and worked instead to shame the war chief with an early spilling.
Balkazar, who thought she was nothing. Who was about to learn a lesson. She issued a warning with the scrape of blunt teeth dragging along his shaft.
“None of that,” Sinadim whispered and mounted her at last. Forcing his cock through her glands, she was made to take it, inch by agonizing inch. He didn’t stop until he was seated within her, the early flare of his knot beginning to swell where it was stuffed inside her.
Groaning, she felt her sheath melt around him, molding to fit as he bullied his way through aching tissue.
He slapped her ass hard enough to make her flinch, the impact ripples felt all the way to the base of her spine. Where her docking scar tingled and flexed.
With a hiss of held breath, Sinadim bucked into her depths. His engorged tip pressed at her cervix, demanding entry. “I’m going to cum so deep inside you that I won’t have to bother with a knot,” he whispered, covering her back. Lips brushing against the fuzzy shell of her ear. “It’ll take a week for you to stop dripping, but by then.” He paused to lave her shoulder with the flat of his tongue, gently sluicing through wet folds as she shuddered beneath him. “By then, your belly will already be full of cum.”
Muscles seized in anticipation, she went stiff, ensnared by his threats. Glands bearing down to reject his knot or milk it dry…
“It won’t be long before you begin to swell with a litter of hybrids,” he said, fucking her hard and deep. Long, full strokes that clapped against her ass. “My litter.”
She merely smiled as she was used from both ends, for though her skin was speckled with fingerprints, her insides deliciously bruised, she felt him swell and knew her victory was at hand.
With the pack all around them, it was like the days of long ago. The days before her species was enslaved by the Anhur, when a natural season was a cherished celebration of fertility, and their males were enough. Harkening back to those long forgotten Hathorian ritual matings witnessed by an entire pack, she’d claimed her males in a nest of her making.
Sweating freely, Sinadim fucked her with wild abandon, his breath hot, grip unyielding. Rutting her like the savage he was.
Anhur right down to the very root, she felt Sinadim beginning to stretch and expand within her. Unfurling not with the jerky fervor of the lesser males, but with a lazy, confident pulse.
“Please, Alpha!” she cried, tearing free of Balkazar’s cock to twist, straining to meet Sinadim’s good eye. “I want your knot,” she demanded, ears standing forward. Eyes blazing, her cheeks pinkened with the rush of command. That the Alpha met her eye and roared, drilling into her with a fury she’d never felt before.
That he obeyed.
Snarling, Sinadim went still inside her, his orgasm building as his knot grew, bulging thicker with every frantic thrash of his heart. Expanding until—with a great rush of liquid fire—her glands burst, expressing the soothing agent that would ease her torment at long last.
Wailing, she came apart between them. Split. Soaking Sinadim’s crotch with slick, she howled and fucked him back. Panting when Balkazar’s fist tangled in her hair as he held her still, his fist rolling over his knob as his balls drew tighter and tighter. His knuckles bruising her lip as they skimmed her teeth.
“Open,” Balkazar snarled and set the tip of his cock to her lips. Jerking his shaft in a desperate blur.
Mindless, convulsing with pleasure, she took him in, purring as she came. Her every spare drop of attention fixed to the knot milking her glands dry. She hardly noticed when the war chief grunted and filled her mouth with gush after gush of salty sperm—she swallowed. An ingrained reflex to nurse at the underside of a cock as it jerked and kicked.
But Sinadim hadn’t finished.
Thrusting as far as he could, Sinadim barked, “Take it, Omega!” and dropped his weight across her back. His orgasm splattering across the roof of her cunt, he locked inside her for the second time.
She sobbed as her glands were drained. The orgasm that shuddered through her was a thing not felt before. Surging in time with every pulse spraying her full, she was bred docile. Drunk on cum, her face wet with tears.
For a moment, there was nothing but heavy breathing. Broken gasps, racing hearts, and the eyes of the pack gleaming in the darkness of her den.
A smile flickered in the gloom, lips swollen, but teasing and playful where they crinkled at the edges. Almost coy as she glanced at the Alpha from beneath the fan of thick dark lashes. And settling her cheek on Balkazar’s thigh, she arched her back, pressing into Sinadim’s knot. “More,” she commanded, her voice husky with the ring of authority. Absent any hint of desperation, for she didn’t have to beg. She would take from males desperate to give.
As a queen should.
And why not?
This was a test of endurance.
The rules hers to change at a whim. Theirs to obey.
“Again,” she said and sucked Balkazar’s tip back into her mouth.
Chapter 28
He’d run through the night. Following the river, his every sense primed for a whisper of slick on the breeze. The hunter hadn’t dared to slow, for none knew better than he the sort of monsters who roamed these wilds.
It wasn’t until the sun kissed the horizon that he heard it. The desperate sounds of a female in distress.
No longer following his nose, the hunter raced toward those desperate screams. Sprinting toward an uncertain outcome, he was driven by the unmistakable knowing that his mate was being bred by another. A small pack, by the sounds of male voices ringing out in answer to her sweet, warbling calls.
Teeth flashed in the dark, and the hunter redoubled his effort. White lather dripping down his nape as he flew between tree trunks. Darting and weaving, he abandoned all efforts at stealth. Clinging to every sound she made, her every muffled squeak and guttural moan a symphony of hope.
After all, the dead rarely bothered to make such beautiful sounds.
And so it was that the hunter burst through the trees and found himself heaving for breath at the edge of a rocky clearing. Situated at the base of a cliff, the wind was stained with the scent of rutting, healthy males. Those not infected with Trax, their bodies mutated beyond all recognition.
So thick in the air it almost masked the hint of slick twisting on the breeze.
A shriek came from a dark cavern nestled at the foot of a sheer rock face. Long and low, she wailed, an orgasm stretching her vocal cords to their limit. Ending on a sob for more that went unanswered.
The hunter cracked his neck, amber eyes gleaming. Muscles trembling with scarcely contained fury, his cock aching for release. Ready for a battle, yet leery of challenging so many males at once—that his female might be torn apart in the fight.
No, this was a task that required stealth. Cunning and careful, precise timing.
He loped around the clearing, slinking through the shadows at the forest’s edge until he spotted two hybrid males. One black, the other tan, both naked. Already used, they lay slumped and panting at the mouth of the cave. Barely conscious.