Lockdown

by Carmen Hunter

  “Fuck, can you smell her getting wet?” Conall whined. “Tell her already.”

  “Ask her.” Roarke grit out.

  When Purslane turned to see who spoke, Delavar turned her gaze back to his.

  “We’ve decided it’s a waste to kill you for not speaking.” Did he expect a hug? Of course he did, they all did. Immediate forgiveness. But when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, he jerked as if surprised.

  Another purr crackled from disuse in his chest, yet he tried to produce the soothing sound anyway. Fifteen days ago she would have been over the moon at the pathetic attempt. She wouldn’t be able to stop the powerful fluff that gathered in her own chest, begging to burst forth. Even now the need to give an encouraging purr forced itself out as a raspy hum.

  The cock between her legs kicked in excitement, and before she could yank away Delavar’s hands were on her ass. Sharp nails dug into the fabric of her dress, pulling it over her hips to expose healthier looking skin. They moved none of her panties to this room, and now she knew why.

  To leave her ass and pussy bare for the most powerful Alpha’s in the world. When her mouth opened, all that came out were distressed cries and whines. With the emerald fabric bunched at her waist, Delavar wasted no time surging forward and burying his cock deep between milky thighs. No silk underwear to stop him, he slid the head of his shaft between slick pussy lips aching with arousal.

  Two of her own fingers spread her labia around his girth as he thrust forward. It tickled when he reached the end of her cunt and pressed against her slit, trying to stretch the tight hole with the head of his shaft. Conall was right, Purslane could feel wetness trickling on his dick from her shameful desire.

  She wanted it to stop. It didn’t matter if her hips bucked against his, hoping to help rub and stroke them both to completion. Maybe… Roarke said to ask before doing anything. An experimental head shake no turned Delavar’s eyes blacker than obsidian.

  “Listen to the proposition before you reject it.” Roarke panted, before turning that demanding tone to Delavar. “Tell her already, or I will.”

  The pearly white glint of Delavar’s teeth bared in a sneer made her mewl. “You tell her then.” Still forced to stare into the darkness of the First Alpha’s gaze, time dragged on when there’s no response.

  Silence.

  Everyone in the room waited for the Second to find his voice, listening to the squelch of cock driven against an eager pussy. There wasn’t enough distraction without their mindless bickering. A surge of fire released what almost smelled like Omega slick as her belly cramped in a tingling orgasm. Her loud cry ushered forth a spray of Alpha cum, some of it dumped inside of her as he rocked the head of his shaft against her opening.

  Another orgasm hit as his seed slickened her passage, her pussy trying to suck at the Alpha’s meat, urging him to slip inside and feel the clench and flutter of her cunt. Her entrance was so wet his ministrations stretched the tight hole without trouble. The white substance covering her thighs made Purslane’s mind reel in need. She had to stand on her toes to keep him displaced, but her hips kept trying to grind downwards and seat him inside her.

  “That’s right, little flower.” Delavar groaned, eyes rolling as she danced up and down on her toes and fucked herself with the tip of his cock. Just the tip meant nothing, yet Delavar’s smirk only became more unbearable the more she hopped. Gentle fingers stroked along the bumps of her spine as if he could relax her enough to take him all. “You’re not a weed at all, you’re a fucking flower. And this flower feels so good fucking her Alpha’s cock.”

  “Fuck us all like that, and we’ll take you as a trade.” Conall’s own purr was like a bell chime, playful and chirpy. “That’s what these two ‘Alphas’ can’t bring themselves to say.”

  The words are like a bucket of frozen water, and her eager bouncing came to a stop. It doesn’t dissuade Delavar from releasing another load. Without hesitation he jerked off the half of his cock not encased in her spasming body. This time all of his cum splashed against her womb as he kept her from lifting off of his length. Shot after shot was released and without a knot to hold it in place, the viscous substance leaked past the bit of cock stuffed inside of her.

  Because he was an evil man, Delavar’s thumb smacked her clit. He didn’t stop until another spasm had her sheath trying to pull him further in. And she did, until he was thrusting almost half of himself in, in, in. Over and over.

  Fifteen days, and all it took for her slutty Omega to emerge was a fight between two men that wanted her. But they didn’t want her, they wanted what all Alpha’s wanted. It was the same reason Doran and Conall fought so hard for Shira. A group fuck toy.

  “No more dungeon,” Doran’s attempts to soothe were in vain. This was a decision between torture that mangled her body from pain, and torture that mangled her body with pleasure. Why would they think she wanted either?

  “It’s not fair to punish you for being just as stubborn as us, is it?” That was the only voice she trusted. Roarke. Tightness began to fade from her muscles, until her pussy slid a little further down the hard cock jammed in her belly. “We don’t want you to die, Purlsane.”

  She was already dying. Every time this thick piece of meat jerked in her stomach, making her insides cramp and twist in overfilled pleasure. “No more Hopelen!” she cried, smacking her hands against Delavar’s chest. “No more asking how to get there, or, or working on invasion plans.”

  “We know.” Those were the only terms they allowed her to give before Delavar’s lips crushed against hers.

  Chapter Three

  16 days without Suppressant

  When Delavar bothered with pussy, he wanted it to be wet and ready for him. So why had he come back to Purslane's room the next day, and shoved two fingers knuckle deep in a woman that struggled to cover her thighs in cum? No matter how many times he rattled out a purr or growl, it only eased a pathetic amount of juices from her body. Nothing like the waterfall of an Omega’s lust.

  But just as sweet, if not sweeter.

  Yes, he’d craved this particular Beta’s sweetness before he was busy practising how to cut through King Nerium’s throat. Ever since the first mortified, enraptured expression that spread across her face when she saw him practicing swordplay.

  At first she looked like the prettiest Omega he’d ever seen. Pale skin like cream, and hair so vibrant he swore it was spun from actual gold. Fucking gold. And those eyes were a clear sea over a chest of sunken emeralds.

  “Forgive me your grace, I didn’t realize it was you.” Those were her first words to him. He’d snorted at her formalities, only gaining interest when bold fire lit the meek pools of hazel she called eyes into treasure troves. “I would say it’s too late to be here, but such a statement is above my station.”

  “Yet you still speak the words.” That conciliatory smirk she gave made his dick jump from memory alone. Everything she needed to say was in that small twitch of the lips. A stuttering hiccup started in his heart and didn’t stop until they went their separate ways that night. He’d never been so close to fucking a Beta. Delavar was a man who did bad things, but he kept the beast at bay by following the rules of his forefathers.

  Purslane was soft and small and vulnerable. And she was fucking bold and sexy and stubborn. All of those hidden treasures were behind the wall holding her temper in check. In Tel Kharnis, women who tilt their noses up and say ‘It’s not ladylike' didn’t survive.

  But lower dredges wouldn’t care if Purslane’s Beta cunt didn’t flood with slick, or that being too rough might kill a creature not made for thick Alpha cock. Conall caught her trying to go out on her own, as if in Hopelen danger wasn’t real. Naiver than sin. The Alpha’s not living in the castle of Tel Kharnis have long suffered touching Beta’s instead of the rare Omega. Even though the flood of hormones could leave a slavering, broken mess behind.

  Not fucking innocent Beta’s into oblivion was an important rule given to all Prince’s of na�
��Asisrah. And yet the knowledge that stopped him from committing such a sin… was the knowledge that a woman like Purslane needed attention. Not because of the rule his father’s father’s father laid down against such a thing. But because she was high maintenance, and in Tel Kharnis you care for yourself after receiving a quick fuck. It’s how people here liked it, how Delavar thought he liked it.

  Some, like Conall, even learned to enjoy being dominated by a fellow Alpha to avoid the potential carnage. When his Fourth retold the tale of his whisking Purslane to and fro after saving her from a horrible fate, any hint of embellishment in their ‘activities’ earned a snarl.

  “Why Del, I’d almost say you’re jealous.” Conall’s beautiful, straight, nose bent under his fist that night. The boy fixed the break himself with a disgruntled huff and crack of cartilage. Then he’d sneered as blood poured down his chin. “You think a pretty Beta like her would ever want you?”

  Her loud scream answered the question that had been gnawing on Delavar’s mind for weeks. Purslane arched her back, pert tits thrusting against his chest as soft velvet walls clamped down on two fingers. When she came, sweet honey finally flooded her cunt enough to fit three digits. Delavar shoved in four as punishment for the thoughts ricocheting in his head.

  When her body offered no resistance despite mewls of complaint, he couldn’t help but praise her. “There’s my good girl.” He slipped his fingers in and out of her core at a rough pace, and still her hips lifted with every push. The purrs and cries she released only grew louder and louder until another crescendo.

  Nothing compared to the tightness of her eager pussy squeezing every digit. Except maybe her voice as she writhed on his fingers with a happy sob of pleasure. She was begging for more with her mouth even as her head thrashed back and forth telling him no.

  Fuck it. Fuck it all. Delavar leaned down and kissed the crap out of the woman standing in his arms. This golden flower would be his undoing. There’s no denying it as his hands slid up to tangle in thick strands of hair, only to hold her still by the nape of a slender neck when she jerked.

  With a mew Purslane sagged in his arms, lips parting in obedience. “Please.” Her plea, followed by the sliding of her tongue into his mouth, made Delavar want to promise her anything. The fucking world if she wanted. Just to keep her locked in his arms, kissing him as if she wanted to be there. Slender fingers took hold of his arms to stay steady, and it made him fucking whine. Again. This time in front of his men.

  Anywhere else and a display of weakness like that would never be overlooked. But the scent of male arousal permeated the air, and not a soul in the room remembered life beyond those four walls. They were all too enraptured by their First Alpha, laying claim on the brand new fuck toy they could share. Thanks to Delavar’s stubbornness, they’d never all bonded together over an Omega fuck. Delavar fucked one Omega with each of them and left it at that.

  He didn’t want to breed the unmated whores waiting for random cock to come around and claim them. Not when they all stared at him with horror in their eyes. They didn’t want him, and the feeling was mutual. Which left his pack hungry to see their Alpha dominate a mate and prove his prowess to all three lower males at once. By not showing off his obvious superiority he left a power gap for the lesser males to bicker over. Infighting was unacceptable, but his little flower would fix that wouldn’t she?

  She’d take all of their cocks until her Beta mind grew weak with need. Then she’d tell them where his sister was. Delavar inhaled deeply and took all of her mouth against his - as if he was trying to kiss the soul out of her body.

  She moaned. A loud drawn out whine that was mixed too heavily with mere acceptance. As he savaged her mouth, Purslane let him claim her without a fight. Gentle fingers brushed through his hair, making him flinch in surprise. His eyes snapped open to see her watching his face while she trailed her hand down his scarred cheek. Then along the back of his neck to his shoulders, where her fingers dug into dark curls. Her touch almost felt curious and fearless.

  He grunted into the kiss, sliding impatient hands down her body to pull her closer. When Delavar’s fingers began to work out the knots of her dress, Purslane cried out in surprise. As he moved to kiss her neck, a shiver traveled up her spine from the sharp nails drifting along her bare back.

  “Delavar!” she let out a heartbreaking wail as he tore the fabric of her dress in his eagerness to yank it off. “What are you doing?”

  “Shh,” There were little reassurances he could offer the tempting Beta that would comfort. He leaned his forehead against hers and cupped her face. “Don’t be afraid, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you.” This time.

  “I’m not a - I’m not a -” pink began to color her cheeks at the same time blood drained from her face. “It’s going to hurt taking an Alpha.” she whined, glancing at the way his tremendous body loomed over hers. For an Omega she’d be on the taller side, as a Beta she was petite. It would be harder for her to take the whole length of his cock being so tiny.

  “Shhh,” the soft sound was for her and him. With a peck on the lips to soothe them both, Delavar picked her up by the ass earning a squeal. Unused to the feel of calloused hands kneading her bottom, every step he took Purslane wiggled in his grasp. When set down on the plush bedding, she stared up at him utterly and completely lost.

  “What do you want?” She knew the answer with no need to be told. Slender shoulders shrugged tattered emerald fabric down her chest baring herself to Delavar and his men. Creamy skin flushed pink in excitement, her perky breasts swollen in arousal, nipples hardened into excited pebbles.

  “To give you the world.” he groaned, ripping the last scrap of fabric off her waist in one final yank. Delavar dug his face into her neck, hips jerking against her leg as he shoved her deeper into the mattress. God that smell, if this was what Beta’s smelled like, then there’s no wonder weaker Alpha's enjoyed their company so much. True, it’s a half baked experience compared to an Omega. Stunted hormones like this were a few spoonfuls of honey instead of the whole bottle. But he’d lick that spoon clean before letting Purslane get away.

  Her head fell back when his tongue touched her body, and he kissed a trail to her nipples. Once again slender fingers buried themselves in his hair, this time giving soft little tugs of delight as he suckled and nipped at her breasts. “Delavar,” with her free hand she reached between their bodies, taking his girth and stroking.

  When he groaned goosebumps traveled along the smooth expanse of her skin, and he pulled back to admire the shine left on her tits by spital. “I thought you didn’t know what you were doing.” he meant it to be teasing, the huffs escaping his mouth less intimidating than the growls he wanted to give.

  Her eyes lowered, and Purslane pulled him in for a small kiss. Real tenderness in the action made him uncomfortable. People who gave kisses to Delavar never wanted to, and the look always accompanied it. Regret, annoyance, like it was a bother to love him. But from Purslane it caused a strange warmth to flow across his skin. A safety he hadn’t felt since his mother died giving birth to Shira. Like being taken care of.

  “You’re poking me for attention. It’s easy to see which part of you wants to be touched.” she murmured, nuzzling his jaw. Ever the good girl, Purslane spread her legs for him to crawl between, her arms outstretched to hold his ear to her heart when he entered her.

  Delavar stood straight up and removed his clothing, baring himself to the girl. There was always fear from the women who looked on his scarred body, sculpted to perfection, then carved to ugliness by blades and teeth and claws.

  And this little Beta’s fear was more palpable than them all. But behind that terror, deeper and more raw, was worry. The way her hazel green gaze flit from his head to his toes, made Delavar feel like a child. Like he was being examined for bumps and bruises despite the raging erection leaking pheromone laced cum on her leg. Why didn’t she just spread for the strongest man in the room, and take it like the rest of the whores? Why did she
need so much encouragement and tenderness?

  With a swallow, he kissed Purslane’s stomach. Then he slipped home, forcing himself to fit deeper than her tight sheath allowed. He wasn’t able to hold back the moan in his throat even when tears bloomed in her eyes at the painful stretch of her core. After yesterday his sweet flower was able to take about half of his cock without trouble before she let out a whine. “You’re too big!”

  Every few wiggles or jerks said otherwise, seating him deeper and deeper until his sack pressed against her ass.

  “Shh. Shhh,” he cooed. Him. The terror of Tel Kharnis, the Head Chopper, comforted a woman that didn’t deserve it. A traitor like her king. “Keep still for me, love.” he said while giving her hips a squeeze. “Relax. It’s just a little pressure. Just a little pressure.”

  Hot and wet a pink tongue darted out to dampen Purslane’s lips as she stared up at the man who could break her in half - and would. “Delavar,” she mewled, trembling moans escaping as her body relaxed, allowing him to push inch after inch inside of her with powerful thrusts.

  “Im here.” he responded to her call by snapping their hips together hard enough to shove Purslane across the bed. With no choice but to take her by the thighs to keep her in place, Delavar’s claws dug in harsh enough to draw pinpoints of blood. The only thing louder than her reluctant sobs of pleasure, was the smack of their flesh when he drove against her.

  “Fuck, keep going. Just like that.” Doran’s guttural male groan stole all of the flowers attention. It turned beautiful hazel eyes, now half black from blown out pupils to stare at Doran. Her mouth went slack as if just remembering the audience.

  “Is he fucking his hand?” Delavar hissed in her ear.

  “Yes,” A slur distorted Purslane’s voice, jaw working overtime to form the answer. Such a good girl, obeying no matter how hard it was. She gasped when his fingers gripped so tight they bruised her thighs, hips wiggling with every movement as he fucked her with wild abandon.