by Nina Markov
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Darian
He couldn’t believe what was happening! It took him a moment to understand, then another moment to fight the urge to push himself harder against the slick appendage invading his virgin passage. It felt so good. Why did something so wrong and sinful have to feel so exquisitely good? He didn’t want it, yet his body was betraying him again. His cock was hard, leaking precum, and his hole was leaking even more, giving the Alpha exactly what he wanted. Now he hated himself more than he hated both Trav and Kron!
He gathered all his strength and jumped to his knees, pushing the man that was, apparently, Trav away. His dark eyes had turned even darker, and Darian’s jaw dropped when he saw the Alpha’s cock was out, the head red and engorged. He didn’t know what to do. He was trapped in this damned cage, and Trav could tackle him at any moment. If the strong, bulky man decided to take what he wanted, there was nothing that Darian could do. The strength of his thin arms was nothing compared to Trav’s thick biceps. So, he did the only thing that came to mind. He attacked before it was too late to defend himself.
With a grunt, Darian pulled his arm back, then slapped Trav right across the face. His palm left a red mark on Trav’s right cheek. At first, the Alpha didn’t understand what had just happened. He blinked in confusion, stared at Darian with his mouth wide open, then finally furrowed his brows. He scowled, laced up his pants, dragged himself out of the gold cage and locked him in. All the blood drained from Darian’s face. He grabbed the bejeweled bars with both hands and looked up at Trav, his blue eyes filled with fear and regret.
“Don’t lock me up in here, please. I... I didn’t even want to sleep in the cage. I was cold. So cold...”
“You’re going to stay in there until you learn some manners. Bad puppy! You don’t hit your Alpha like that. Maybe you don’t value your life as much as I thought. You would have gotten your own room today if you hadn’t done what you just did. Now, you’re going to spend more days in this cell. Until you learn how to behave.”
“Please,” Darian sobbed.
Trav leaned in and looked him in the eye. “You’re not on Karma Minor anymore, understood? You belong to us now, and you will behave. If you don’t, you will be disciplined. Over and over, until you learn.” He turned on his heels and left.
Alone once again, Darian curled into a ball under the furs. His tears soaked the pillow. He wasn’t sure why he was crying, though. Was it because Trav had just punished him? Or was it because he’d liked his tongue up his wet passage too much? No one had warned him that an Omega’s life could be so confusing. Maybe it wasn’t all that bad... Maybe it was just the heat. His hormones were all over the place.
CHAPTER FOUR
Valj
The idiots hadn’t even fed him yet. Valj stormed out of the kitchen balancing a huge tray in his hands. He’d asked the cook to prepare four different dishes for the Omega, including two types of desserts, and he was now headed to the dungeon. He’d made sure Darian could have his pick between Tyronian food and what he was used to on Karma Minor. Deep inside, he hoped he’d like their food, but he wouldn’t blame him if he chose the dishes he’d grew up with on his home planet. When he reached the cell and saw Darian weeping in his cage, Valj cursed under his breath. Trav and Kron were impossible! He had told them time and time again that the Omega wasn’t ready for their lustful ideas, and to keep it in their pants. Instead of a smooth transition, they were only causing Darian even more stress and pain.
Valj could feel him. He could hear glimpses of his thoughts, and his own heart could sense the ache in the Omega’s heart. Crap. Maybe he’d chosen the wrong gene enhancement, after all. Trav had tentacles, and Kron could shift into at least three types of beasts. What did he have? The ability to read anyone’s emotions. Okay, it was useful when it came to their enemies, but it was torture when it came to the man in the gold cage.
“I brought you something to eat. You must be starving.” He unlocked the cage door and placed the tray on top of the furs, next to Darian’s shivering form. “I’m Valj. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not like them.”
Darian sniffed and wiped his tears. He hated that Valj had found him like this.
“I know who you are.”
“Eat. You need your strength.”
The Omega studied him for a long moment, then finally deciding that he was more hungry than scared, he reached out and removed the lids off the bowls and plates. He dug in, and Valj watched him in silence, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He found him adorable. How could Trav and Kron torture and tease such a kind soul? He’d covered himself with the furs, placed the tray on his lap, and he was eating quickly, barely even chewing, as if he was worried this whole thing was just a trick and Valj would soon take the food away and leave him like that, half satisfied.
Valj sat down a few inches away, close enough to enjoy the Omega’s presence, but far enough not to alarm him. Gently, he reached out and tucked a stray strand of blond hair behind his ear. Darian stopped chewing, his blue eyes snapping quickly to Valj’s face.
“It’s okay. I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to. You’re safe with me.”
He could sense that Darian wanted to say he didn’t trust him, but he acted like he hadn’t caught that thought out of thin air. He resumed eating, and Valj kept his hands to himself. As much as he wanted to caress him, draw him in his arms and hold him close, Trav and Kron had done enough damage for one day. When Darian was done, he stood up, took the tray away, and held out his hand.
“Come on. I won’t allow you to spend another minute in this cell, let alone in this joke of a cage. I’m taking you to my room.”
Darian gulped. “Your room?”
“Trav has the key to the room we’ve decided is yours, so I can’t take you there. He doesn’t have to know. I know he punished you for slapping him, but I don’t care. Kron has one, too, but I’m not going to even ask him. You’re sleeping in my room tonight, in a normal bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Darian eyed his hand for a minute, then finally took it reluctantly. He wrapped a fur around his naked body and followed Valj out of the cell.
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Darian
A wave of electricity ran up his arm when Valj squeezed his hand into his. Darian was conflicted. On the one hand, with his heat having occurred earlier than expected, he should have pulled his hand free. On the other hand, Valj’s fingers wrapped around his, gently yet possessively, did all kinds of things to his body. And this Alpha only wanted to help. He wanted to protect him and take care of him. Darian could get on board with that. Also, he looked much less scary than Trav and Kron. With his shoulder-length brown hair tied in a low ponytail, his dark-blue eyes and noble features, Valj could almost pass as an inhabitant of Karma Minor, and not Alpha Tyron. Well, that was if it weren’t for his tall, strong stature, thick arms and strong legs. Even so, he looked non-threatening enough for Darian to trust him just this once. He only hoped Valj wouldn’t disappoint him like Kron had.
It was as if his brain was playing tricks on him. He wasn’t the person that he’d been when the Alphas had kidnapped him and thrown him in the cell. He had wanted to escape then, he’d wanted to go back home, and he’d prayed that his family would stand up to the Tyronians and reclaim their son and only child. Now, it was all different. He felt different. And it was all because of his damned hormones. A powerful heat cycle could change the chemistry in an Omega’s brain entirely, and this was exactly what was happening. The presence of three strong, dominant Alphas only made things worse. His body felt their presence, their power and lust for him, and it was reacting accordingly. Darian wanted them, and he hated himself for it more and more. When Valj squeezed his hand again, he responded with a weak squeeze of his own. He really couldn’t control himself.
As they walked out of the dungeon and on the ground floor of the Alphas’ mansion, Darian’s surroundings distracted him enough for half o
f his erection to fade. The house was huge, and if it weren’t for the strange decorations typical to Alpha Tyron, he would have said it looked very similar to his parents’ home. Through the tall windows, he could see the city spread far and wide. It was a lovely summer day, and the red sun was bathing everything in a lush, crimson glow. Darian would have loved to spend the day in a cool, natural water pool, as he often did back home.
“We have a water pool in the backyard,” Valj said.
Darian’s blue eyes grew as wide as saucers. “How did you know I was thinking about...”
“Oh, it’s just my gene enhancement. I can feel others’ emotions and sometimes read their thoughts.”
“Gene enhancement?”
“Yes. It’s something that the warriors of Alpha Tyron get done when they reach puberty. How do you think we were able to keep the Hoda System safe and in one piece for so long? By being normal?” He laughed, and Darian thought it was music to his ears. His hormones really were all over the place. “We get injected with various serums over a period of time, like a sort of treatment. It depends on what kind of enhancement we get. My treatment lasted a while.”
“Is it painful?”
“Trav’s and Kron’s were. Mine, not so much. It did take me a while to get used to the effects and learn how to control my new abilities. But by the time I was deployed again, I had it all figured out, and we won the battle in a matter of days. It was quite the record.”
Darian looked at him with wide, curious eyes. He had heard rumors about the Tyronians’ enhancements, but no one on Karma Minor had been able to tell him what they were for sure. Apparently, they were all very different.
“What enhancements did Trav and Kron get?”
Valj hesitated for a second, then said: “I think it’s better if they tell you themselves. It’s not my place.”
They went straight to Valj’s room on the first floor. Darian was studying his surroundings in wonder, and Valj seemed okay with giving him more time to adjust. When Kron emerged out of nowhere, the Omega thought that maybe it hadn’t been such a brilliant idea to linger on the hallway just so he could look at the weird art on the walls.
“What are you doing, Valj? He shouldn’t be here.” Kron blocked their path to Valj’s room, bulky arms crossed over his chest and dark brows furrowed. “Take him back where he belongs.”
“Move, Kron,” Valj growled under his breath. “He’s sleeping in a normal bed tonight. I don’t care what you and Trav say.”
Kron rolled his eyes. “That’s not how we do things around here. He needs to learn some manners, and then he can sleep in his own room.” He grabbed Darian’s arm and pulled him toward the stairs. “Come on. Your cage’s awaiting.”
Darian’s heart jumped painfully at the thought of spending another hour in that cell. Naked, constantly cold, at the mercy of the three Alphas when it came to simple things like food and towels. No, he couldn’t go back there. Valj was still holding his hand, and now Kron had a tight hold on his other arm, which left no free hand to hold the fur up around his body. It fell to the floor and Darian was once again completely bare and vulnerable in front on the men who now owned him. It didn’t help that his cock sprung to full attention at Kron’s rough touch. Now, both Valj and Kron were staring at his erection, Valj slightly surprised, and Kron sporting a satisfied smile on those sinful lips of his.
“Well, well, well... I believe someone is in heat,” Kron singsonged.
The Omega swallowed heavily. His sarcastic tone only made his cock grow harder and his hole wetter. It was so frustrating when he didn’t have control over his body. He was fertile and currently sandwiched between two Alphas who wanted to ravish him. Why not take advantage of the situation? After all, there was no way out. Maybe he should just accept his fate, let them take what they wanted, have fun himself while he was at it, and then sleep in a comfy bed for a change. Plastering a daring smile on his face, Darian stepped closer to Kron. His cock came to rest against the Alpha’s thigh.
“There’s no need to take me back to the cell. I’ve learned my lesson. I slept in the cage, didn’t I? You can call me princess if you want, I don’t mind.”
He rubbed himself against Kron. When he was just thinking that Kron was this close to grabbing him by the back of his neck to kiss him, the Alpha pushed him away rather roughly. Darian blinked in confusion.
“Fine, you can sleep in your room. Not in Valj’s. You’re in heat and too much of a temptation.”
“I thought... I thought that’s what you all wanted.”
“It is. But not yet, princess. You have to say the magic words first and believe them.”
“What are the magic words?”
“You know... a genuine declaration of love and complete loyalty.” Kron smirked. “What? Did you think it’d be that easy? That you could rub your hot, virgin body against us and get your sweet release? No, princess. If you want this cock inside you,” he grabbed his full erection through his pants, “then you have to prove that you deserve it. Being a wanton whore isn’t enough. You have to fall in love with us first.”
As Kron pushed him down the hall toward the room they had prepared for him, Darian was more confused than ever.
“And Valj will know if you say you love us and you’re lying. So, don’t lie.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Trav
It didn’t take Trav long to find out what Valj and Kron had done. Fuming with anger, he stormed into the Omega’s room, slamming the door against the wall. Darian was on top of his new bed, leafing through a book Valj had left for him on the nightstand. It was on the culture and traditions of Alpha Tryon, and for a foreign Omega like him, it was compulsory reading.
At the sight of the infuriated Alpha, Darian jumped to his feet and dropped the book. He immediately backed away against the nearest wall, which only made a wicked smirk grow on Trav’s lips. Trav cornered him, a rough hand coming to grab him by the throat, forcing him to lift himself up on his toes.
“It’s like you put a spell on them,” he growled in his face. “Kron and Valj are mighty warriors. Yet, when it comes to your wanton ass, they cave. Tell me, puppy. Did you put a spell on them? I heard magic is practiced on some of the planets of the Hoda System. Is Karma Minor one of them?”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Omega choked.
He looked so pathetic and vulnerable... He’d put on a light shirt and a pair of pants, but he was still barefoot. For some reason, now that he was dressed, he looked even sexier and more desirable to Trav. He felt his cock swell at the sheer panic he could see in Darian’s blue eyes.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” His hand came to rest on the Omega’s crotch. He started rubbing slowly, feeling him grow hard at his touch. “You’re in heat. We couldn’t have planned to take you in at a better time. Lucky us.”
Darian looked into Trav’s dark eyes. As the Alpha was groping him and rubbing his cock harder and faster, his resolve started faltering. Valj and Kron had refused him, but maybe he had a shot with Trav. He seemed too impulsive to say “no”.
“Then take me,” he whispered. “I’m ready.” With a bit of an effort, he turned around in Trav’s grip and faced the wall as his ass was now pressed against him.
Trav bit the inside of his cheek. His hands came to rest on the Omega’s round buttocks. Before he knew it, the little whore shimmied out of his pants. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Trav could still taste his juices on his tongue. It was so hard to resist the temptation when the Omega was practically wiggling his butt and rubbing himself against his engorged cock. All he had to do was unlace his pants, release his member, then press it against Darian’s sweet whole. He was in heat, so his hole would pull him in instantly, slick and warm, ready to milk him dry. He moaned at the thought, and he was this close to ripping his own pants off and thrusting himself inside the Omega, but it would’ve been wrong. He couldn’t do it. Yes, he was begging for it
, he was begging to be fucked into oblivion, but Trav didn’t want to waste his seed unless he knew for sure that he could get the Omega pregnant. And to get him pregnant, then Darian had to first confess more than his lust and hunger for his big cock. He had to confess his love.
“No,” Trav finally said. He didn’t pull away yet, though. “That’s not how it works, puppy.” His finger trailed down the small of his back, reaching his buttocks and caressing his crack until the tip came to rest at Darian’s wet, sticky entrance. Oh, Omegas produced such rich juices when they were in heat! “Your training should have lasted way longer than this. You were supposed to stay in your cell for at least a week. You know... so you’d have enough time to get used to your new life and your new owners.” He pressed his finger inside, smiling at how the Omega mewled and arched his back. His passage was tight and slick, just as Trav had expected. “No matter. We can train you just as well in your room.”
After another minute of fucking him with his finger, Trav pulled away. He left the room in a hurry before Darian could turn around and give him that pleading puppy look of his. It was hard enough to hold himself back already.
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Darian
Trav had just left him there, against the wall, hard as a rock and dripping wet. This was torture. It was even worse than being locked in a cell, naked, forced to choose between sleeping on the cold floor or in a cage. Darian couldn’t think straight anymore. He needed some kind of release, and if neither of the three Alphas was going to grant it to him, then he could take care of himself just as well.
He stepped out of his fallen pants and went to lie on the bed, legs spread apart. He licked his palm before taking hold of his cock, teasing himself at first, spreading the precum that had gathered at the slit all over his engorged head, then stroking himself slowly and firmly. With his other hand, he reached lower and slipped a finger where Trav’s finger had just been. He was nice and wet, so he soon slipped a second finger in, needing much more girth than he could provide for himself. A toy would have been better, but his fingers would have to do for now. He was already close anyway, eyes shut tightly, one hand flying up and down his cock while the other one worked his ass. He imagined it was Trav’s cock inside him and Kron’s mouth around his shaft. He licked his lips and wondered what Valj would do. Oh, he’d probably hover over him, the tip of his cock pressing against his lips. He wasn’t even sure how all that would work, but he didn’t care. Just a few more well-aimed strokes against his prostrate, and he’d come all over his hand. He needed it so badly.