“Delavar!” Again with his name, as if she couldn’t get enough of screaming it. As if the taste made the drive of his cock feel better. His eyes widened when Purslane grabbed the back of her knees and held herself open for him. Like she knew what he was thinking and was confirming it.
“What a dirty whore,” her pussy tightened at Conall’s accusation, legs flailing in a broken moment of clarity. The truth was out. Purslane didn’t want him, she wanted to escape. With a snarl Delavar grabbed her ankles and hooked both of her feet on one shoulder as he drug her to the edge of the bed. He shoved one leg down and open so his pack mates could see the thick cock stuffing her dripping pussy.
Five toes curled next to his ear, tears of pleasure and shame sparkling on pure white eyelashes. “Delavar~” her breath was coming in hot pants, body already growing tense in anticipation. Even exposed and dominated, that was the voice of a bitch in heat begging for more.
“Virgins, they’re so sensitive.” Conall snickered.
But she was not a virgin. Far from it. At least she wasn’t one anymore, not as her hips bucked for more underneath him. Delavar leaned down and captured her lips, reaching between their bodies to stroke the hard clit peeking out of its hood. She returned the kiss, keeping her hips steady for him as she went back to holding herself open.
A soft blush dusted Purslane’s cheeks as he worked his hips. It was too easy getting her drunk on cock. As Delavar pounded in and out of her tight little hole, the resistance faded. He took everything and left her with nothing - not in her eyes, or her cries, or her body. By the time he finished, Delavar owned her, and she loved it, just like she loved him in that drunk hazy moment.
If she was his whore, then he’d demand she spoil him with affection like the First Alpha deserved. As he nailed her frail body to the bed, Purslane’s cunt was more than wet and willing to comply with his demands. “More, give me more.” she begged against his neck with a high pitched whine of lust.
As if she needed to tempt him, her back arched to squeeze perky breasts against Delavar’s chest. Her pussy twitched and fluttered, tightening as she shifted to cry her pleasure against his lips. He was so damn close, and just as intoxicated by their fuck session as she was.
Lights burst in front of Delavar's eyes at the sudden tightening of her body, the spasming encouragement to keep pounding through the orgasm shaking her legs. Purslane’s ankle fell from his shoulder, only to wrap around his waist and drag him deeper. “Delavar!” A nose nuzzled his jaw, hips rocking against his to maximize the force of each burst forward.
It was hard to pull out knowing she’d never taken a knot. That even if she’d fucked with Beta males, taking his over swollen cock would be a first. It took a monumental amount of effort to force himself out as her pussy sucked and twitched for cum. He released on her stomach in mindless glory. Roar echoing in a damn near scream, Delavar drenched her lily white skin with an even paler substance, and let it spray in her hair so she could never get the scent out.
A bulbous knot pulsed in the air instead of inside of her. Fear crept into her gaze as she stared down at the swollen flesh eager to lock behind her pelvis. When he allowed his dick to lie on her belly, Purslane squeaked, trying to squirm away. With a snarl, Delavar grabbed the back of her head and forced her to look. Look at the way his cock went past her belly button, and his knot swelled so large it seemed like it would rip her open if he let it expand inside.
When Purslane understood who she belonged to and whose touch, no matter how revolting, she would always receive with a smile - she slid two fingers down her stomach. Then she gave a playful flick of her thumb over his still leaking glands before bringing the taste to her lips, and sucking each finger with a shyness unbefitting the action.
With a chuckle Delavar fell on his forearms. The tiredness settling in his muscles made it feel like he’d gone head to head with an Omega. Panting and struggling not to collapse, he rolled onto her side and flopped on the bed with a grunt.
“Taste good?” he purred, collecting more of his cum and bringing it to her trembling lips. Face flushed red, when Purslane’s mouth opened nothing came out, but plenty went in.
Chapter Four
19 days without Suppressant
All it took was meeting eyes from across the dining hall. Delavar and his pack were sitting tall on a raised dais above all those weaker than them. A shy lowering of Purslane’s lashes and a smile was all it took. His own. So soft he didn’t even notice until it was too late.
The immediate disapproving crease between Roarke’s brow had Delavar’s teeth grinding. His brother’s severe frown was too severe for his liking. “Save it,” he growled. “It’s none of your business Roarke the Just.” he sneered. “Since you aren’t going to participate.”
After sucking and riding his cock for a few days, and letting his Third and Fourth lick the cum from her skin, it was finally enough to grant Purslane the freedom to roam. She was a good actress, the ease of which her sublime torture slid from slender shoulders impressive. As if the thirteen days in the dungeon, and the three days of fucking never happened.
But it had. And Purslane enjoyed every moment of the punishment given to her little Beta body. She bucked and bounced and sucked for all she’s worth. Even Roarke wasn’t immune to lapping at their new toys cunt on the last day. After being forced to watch the savage mating, his eyes were shiny black, only a rim of gray circling blown pupils. Delavar fucked her mouth while his brother nibbled Purslane’s clit, and both watched as she came undone in mindless pleasure.
“Why so defensive, Del darling?” Conall’s cackling was worse than his brothers glares. “It has nothing to do with our tasty Sumerset crumpet does it?”
“No.” Delavar spat, moving food around his plate. Never let it be said that family wasn’t the fucking worst. Especially the Devil of Sulbai. Betas were beneath the Magen’s, beneath all except Conall who couldn’t stand being told what to do. From their first meeting months ago, he whispered in the flowers ear all the despicable things he wanted to do to her. And it was him who convinced Delavar to take her as a new toy, made all the more filthy by what she was.
“I bet Purpur knows a few surprising tricks even you didn’t get to see.” The boy waved his own fork, gesturing over the crowds of people clamoring for food. Purslane had tucked herself away in a corner. It was always messy at mealtimes, the ancient stone becoming a portrait of the fights that broke out through painted on food.
Strongest ate first, and unless you were the Prince’s of Tel Kharnis or their father - strength needed proof. The noise was louder than the steam hissing through copper pipes bolted on the roof and running along the walls to light the structure with minimal electricity.
“What do you mean?”
With a coy smirk his Fourth shrugged his shoulders, earning an eye roll from Delavar.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” he muttered.
“Oh, no?” the gleam in Conall’s eyes was teasing, an obvious desire to push Delavar’s buttons. “I bet she’d be open to it up the ass, I wonder how she’d look-”
“Conall.” Roarke’s sharp voice sliced through their conversation. For a second, Delavar saw red, his fingers tightening on the eating utensils. Not that he’d ever wound his Fourth, but the word pack brother comes with certain connotations.
Like getting into fist fights. Boys will be boys, and this one was asking for another lopsided nose. Conall could get a few kicks in himself; it wouldn’t be so bad, a little scrap amongst family.
“She doesn’t deserve that filth attached to her name.” Roarke snapped, and Delavar almost nodded in agreement. He caught himself just in time, taking a sip of water with a grunt. She was a high-class whore, with the highest price he’d ever seen. Her body, for a country and a Queen. It didn’t matter if they didn’t plan on paying.
“Why don’t you both drop it.” he growled, peering over the rim of his cup at Purslane. She’d scrambled to sit next to his father Jaron, who’d
once terrified her speechless by looks alone, when the fighting spread. Never had a larger man existed, or that’s how it felt to any in his shadow. Jaron’s teeth were blackened points that Delavar had seen first hand dripping with the blood of his enemies.
Arms waving with enthusiasm as she spoke, Jaron let out a boisterous laugh making Purslane dip her head. Despite being too far away to see, Delavar knew she’d be blushing. Such a good little actress. How could she pretend his father didn’t make her heart drum and her skin cold? Or that Delavar's cum wasn't still dripping down her thighs, and her skin still smelling of his seed. From the outside it looked like nothing, but today's feeding frenzy was more violent than usual for a reason.
“Only if our desert flower bends over to pick it up.” Conall giggled, throwing his hands up in truce at the scathing glare from all three of his Alpha’s. He’d tried to convince Delavar to share the flower, first with him, whining he was the one experienced with Beta’s. Then he’d advocated on Roarke’s behalf, when the Second was high off of Purslane’s sweet call. The bastard wanted to watch Roarke mount her, then watch as his mind frayed from guilt later.
Talk dried into silence amongst them, leaving only the image of their former ambassador bending by the hips, golden locks tumbling over a shoulder. It invaded Delavar’s mind like a tidal wave. Damn his Fourth, that’s what he wanted wasn’t it?
For Delavar to think about fucking Purslane in the ass. For his expression to confirm to everyone in the room what they’d already done together, and how much he’d liked it. He wouldn’t give Conall the satisfaction. It’d be a hassle convincing her to do that, anyway.
Why imagine her face down, ass up, perfect manicured hands holding her cheeks open while he slid a finger in her forbidden channel. Or on her back, cock filling her ass as his fingers fucked her cunt. Pain filled whines were inevitable when his stretching stung more than she liked- no.
Blood was pounding in his body, threatening to rush south. With a hard commitment to staring at, and only thinking about runny eggs, Delavar survived the rest of breakfast. People began to file out of the hall, including Conall when their Sumerset crumpet left.
And the boy had the audacity to fuck with Delavar about obsessing over Purslane. Before all of this happened, Conall loved to play with her golden white hair and coo while brushing it out. There was talk of jealousy, and how he wished his own hair was the same color instead of a ruddy brown. It was treatment reserved for Omega’s.
Hypocrisy never stopped the devil. Guiltless, his fourth followed her swaying hips like a panting puppy. No doubt Conall was contemplating how much trouble he’d get into if he forgot she was still ‘off limits’. The answer was a lot.
Delavar wanted his share, fair or not. They could have the blubbering scraps he left behind, the broken Beta who’d beg for any Alpha cock no matter whose. While that glimmer of truth in her eye was still real, Purslane was his.
Half of breakfast remained on his plate and went abandoned. Delavar was the last to leave, consumed by memories of the past few days. Eating was the last thing on his mind. Rather it’s Purslane taking up every thought. Like when she fell asleep in his arms and broke his heart with whimpering nightmares. Those sounds haunted his night until the moment his fingertips brushed her cheek, and all troubled expressions faded. Whatever she was dreaming about, it hadn’t been him scarring her.
“Del…” the soft sigh was a blanket of warmth on his cheek. Purslane’s neck extended an inch, nose reaching for his jaw to nuzzle as she slept. She made it halfway before relaxing back into the mattress. For the rest of the night Delavar held her in his arms, when he woke, she was still resting. Face to his chest, a sliver of sunlight reflected gold off her hair.
Part of Delavar enjoyed everyone knowing he’d staken claim on the tiny woman. That it had been him she purred for, and his name she mewled over and over until she’d passed out. No one would say a word about the four Prince’s of Tel Kharnis taking a whore. It was a family rule, not a law to avoid Beta’s. One they’d all obeyed, except Conall.
Roarke was the only one with a clear idea of how aggravated the First Alpha was. Flesh was a vice they both avoided. It made men weak, from love, or from addiction. Never had it been hard for Delavar to restrain himself before, not even amongst the Omega pens. Only Purslane’s scent drove him wild. Every day, it was stronger. Better. More mouth watering. And he hated her for having that power over him and the rest of his men.
That morning she’d woken like an angel, and when she lifted her face to his, Delavar wanted it to be for a kiss. Not once had she initiated another after the first. Not even in their throes of passion. She had pecked his lips when embarrassed or when he pounded her into the mattress. No time was wasted in taking advantage in those moments, but that wasn’t real.
Those were absent-minded grazes when she was trying to cover every inch of his skin. She kissed his eyebrow with more reverence than she paid his lips. When it was over and he was done with her body for the day, there were no conversations about ‘what next’ before she slipped from bed. The way she washed and dressed spoke of experience. Of familiarity with clothes torn from her body and deposited on the floor.
Fists clenched, Delavar tried not to dig sharp nails into his palm. It’s an unfair thought, brought on by Conall’s teasing. Why wouldn’t she be excited to leave the cum covered mattress they deposited her in? The gilded whore house, where she dropped to her knees and put his cock in her mouth for thanks. They turned a lady into a whore in that bedroom.
“Delavar?” the scent of heaven filled his nose. Trace markers of their mating still lingered on every inch of Purslane’s skin. A subtle perfume showing who she belonged to.
His eyes closed for a single breath. How could the mere thought of this woman be so distracting a civilian like herself could get the drop on him? When he turned in the hall, a bright gaze met his. “What are you doing to me, Purlsane?” he sighed.
Her head jerked in surprise before she looked behind her, then leaned to peer around his broad shoulders. Pleased by what she saw, a soft purr left the Beta’s throat. As if that was all the explanation she needed to give. A little Omega purr she was perfecting day by day. It resonated within his bones as she played her tune. When Purslane stepped forward Delavar’s arms were open, the stupid smile from this morning returning.
Slender fingers held to his shoulders as Purslane stood on her toes. Her nose nudged his neck, cheek rubbing against his jaw. Still no kiss. Delavar wrapped strong arms around her, eyes rolling back in contentment. “What are you doing to me?” the rasp in his voice didn’t sound like him.
An answer - like a kiss - never came. Instead she increased the sound of her comforting purr, as if she could drown out troubling thoughts with sweet sounds. It kinda worked. He pressed a kiss against her temple - and she yanked out of his arms.
His heart squeezed at the unexpected rejection, fury leaping to take its place. The little chit was being manipulative. It was all a game of cat and mouse, and she was playing a cat the only way she knew how. By spreading her legs and acting like a good whore for whoever wanted it.
But then her lashes lowered, and a soft smile wiped away any idea of ill intent. She’d heard it before him. The clack of boots was more like a glass of cold water thrown in his face, then the sound of approaching nobodies.
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“A spell of sound?” Lael’s frown went well with the faraway look he wore. Soft spoken, and more in tuned with nature than the world of man around him, the shaman never learned common tongue. Just the tribal language passed down from the teachers of his tribe. “Yes there are a few.”
“Any like what I’ve described?” Frown deepening, Lael shook his head.
“Perhaps, Conall would know.” The recommendation only made Delavar scowl. He was still pissed at his Fourth. Besides…
“It wouldn’t be dark magic.” Of that he was sure. His little flower wouldn’t involve herself in whatever black magic his Fourth liked to play
with. Outside of her obvious purity, the woman outright stated disbelief in the practices. Hopelen believed in spirituality and science. To hear her describe the rolling fields, and pristine white buildings aglow with wind and solar power given light made him green around the edges. The place sounded unnatural.
“Mind altering is always dark.” it's chastisement. Perhaps because the youngest child inside Na’Asisrah learned this about magic. Lael brushed his hand an inch over Delavar’s face, searching for any hint or sticky signs of evil. He jerked back hissing as if burned.
“Who is it?”
The demand made Delavar swallow, unsure of how to respond. Nothing ever shook his shaman, yet the Beta’s hand trembled as if instead of air, he’d run fingers over blades. “Purslane.” Delavar whispered.
“Yes, that would explain… Residue of a Residue.”
“Enough with the riddles, Lael. What is she doing to me.” An unintentional growl slipped past his clenched teeth. He should have known better. Shameful. A pair of fluttering eyelashes, a few shy looks and he’s putty in her hands.
Why, because she acted like she was different? Because she wanted to nuzzle him. To purr and coo and play like a sweet little Omega that wanted to nest, and not one who couldn’t wait to get away. Because she didn’t need words to convince Delavar she enjoyed taking his cock? Yes, that was it. All she needed was to press her nose to his jaw and let nature take its course to convince Delavar she could want him.
“Nothing,” Lael said, and his heart stuttered in relief at the response. “This power is a shadow of the real thing. It tastes of Nerium.”
“She’s still involved with him?” Delavar’s anger was cut off before it could form when Lael gave a slow shake of the head.
“A victim. Their time together… whatever power he had over her still swirls like poison. An imprint almost… that can seep into the skin without leaving a mark.”
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