Lockdown

by Carmen Hunter

  “There’s something else.” Delavar grunted. He could tell by the way Lael’s eyes tightened at the corners. The shaman lied and shook his head. “Tell me.”

  “It’s… a power that fades, which is why it lingers. Whatever Nerium’s playing with will disappear now that it’s been interrupted.”

  “And Purslane?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Then who does?” the haunted expression of Lael’s face felt like ice pressing on the nape of Delavar’s neck.

  “I don’t know, but this-” Lael flicked his hand as if trying to fling away mud. “Is not her doing. I doubt she’s even aware of its existence.”

  Chapter Five

  19 ½ days without Suppressant

  It was a done deal. And when the suppressants wore off by the end of the month, they’d find a happy surprise waiting for them. The Alpha Prince’s who were once too proud to fuck a Beta, were fucking an Omega the whole time. A nice fertile Omega who they could all breed and enjoy. Purslane was a good trade for Shira.

  Even if Nerium promised nothing like this would ever happen. That he’d keep her supplied with suppressants and never let the slutty Omega mind she had surface. This was supposed to be a legitimate trip; she would be a real ambassador like the noble ladies of Hopelen. That’s what Nerium said when taking her to Tel Kharnis.

  In the end, everything was a lie, and it came back to what a woman could give a man. She learned the ultimate truth that the Omega’s of Hopelen had long ago: Men were weak. Especially the ones who swore they would protect you and stood taller than a mountain. For a man, it always came down to what she could give to him.

  Delavar showed leniency their first few nights together. No knot locked itself behind her pelvis and pulsed shot after shot of hot cum in her womb. Instead, her punishment was humiliation. Bent into every angle imaginable, cunt held open as four sets of hungry eyes watched her pussy pulse and spasm. It was endless.

  Until it wasn’t, and Delavar declared her docile enough to shed the title of prisoner. Despite the obvious mercy, Purslane wanted to avoid the training grounds after running into the Alpha during breakfast. Anyplace where she’d likely see him was off limits. In fact, that sentiment extended to all the royal family.

  So she found herself in a well crafted wooden stable. Some panels and many nails carried the signs of decayed age. Everything here was recycled, and redesigned to fit pipes for steam and the lights they lit. On one side were gentle mares and geldings, on the other brutal stallions.

  “Well, aren’t you a nasty beasty?” she murmured, staring up at a mean looking Destrier. The animal snorted like she’d complimented him, stomping hooves the size of her head. “Would you bite my hand off if I tried to feed you a carrot?”

  “Oh no, darling. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The melodious voice made Purslane’s blood run cold. At the end of the stables was a man who could only be defined as “pretty,” brushing off his equally pretty horse. Of all people to run into, of course it was the Devil. “That’s Rhaksos. He’s a war horse so he won’t bite just bite your hand. He’ll rip off your whole arm.”

  “Why is he so mean? Horses are gentle creatures, easily spooked and scared. They’re not meant to be vicious.” What a silly question, he was mean because men had broken him and made him that way. She eyed the big brute before taking a carrot from a treat holder and tossing it in the air.

  “There, arm safe.” she hummed, mighty pleased with herself as she floated down to the other stall, enjoying the sounds of carrot munching. If taking a trip to hell, it’s best to focus on the positives. It’s these moments that helped to forget all the bad images swimming in the back of her mind. There had been plenty of times to practice how to forget horrible things in the dungeon. Her face remained serene when she went into the Alpha’s stable, despite the cold sweat dripping down her spine.

  “She’s beautiful.” An obligatory gesture towards the mare he brushed, and Conall beamed in pleasure. All men were dragons in this way, they enjoyed their shiny tokens, and believed when you praised their trinkets it was praise for them.

  “Isn’t she?” The man asked, golden chains clicking with each nod. Elegant facial piercings connected from ear to nose, swaying with movement. “She was a gift from my father. Got her just for me. Said it was the most spoiled mare he ever laid eyes upon, so he bought her for me. ‘Cause I’m the most spoiled child he has.” The words came with a cute snicker.

  Such statements felt foreign to her, things like spoiled and gift and father. But it was easy to keep her face still, her mask in place. “I was hoping to borrow one horse for a ride.” she said, “If not Rhaksos, do you have another suggestion?”

  “You were planning on riding Rhaksos?” Conall’s eyes went wide. “The only way that would happen is if you ride his rider.” the Alpha scoffed. At such a crude statement, Purslane swallowed the embarrassment and forced the blush from her cheeks.

  “Let me think...” he said backing out of Nera’s stall to look at the other horses. “Ah, this one should be good enough. She belongs to one of my youngest sisters. Her name is Melitta.” He reached out and patted the side of an elegant mare. Brown with pretty specks of white spattered over her coat. “She’s a good girl.”

  “Melitta looks sweet, but no help if something dangerous happens. Remember, you warned to be careful beyond the castle walls. Perhaps there’s a gelding designed for speed?”

  “Oh I see you, girl. You like danger. All right, I know the perfect horse for you. But you better be discreet about it; the rider doesn’t like when someone else rides him.” Conall tossed the blase statement over his shoulder as he moved on to another stable. It was as fine and roomy as Nera’s, which made Purslane nervous. Who would she be crossing when riding the stallion?

  “This is Gokal.” A tall black horse stood in front of them, smaller than Rhaksos with stronger legs, and a bad demeanor that was sunshine compared to the Destrier’s attitude. “He’s mean until you bribe him with food.”

  “I’m not in a position to be making enemies, Connie. if his rider forbid anyone from riding, shouldn’t we respect that?”

  Patience wasn’t something Alpha’s were accustomed to, especially this one. “Just take the damn horse. I’ll even ride with ya and keep you safe. I’m usually able to talk his rider down from his anger fits, but if that doesn’t work I think time on your knees might make him forgive you. It worked last night, no?”

  So this was Delavar’s horse.

  She didn’t like the way Conall winked at her. No, examined her. The feel of his eyes on her body was almost painful, as if he were trying to strip her bare layer by layer, and relive the image of her sucking off his First. “Besides, Gokal doesn’t like strangers riding him. And you aren’t a stranger are you? We’re friends right?”

  “Perhaps.” The hair on her arms stood on end as she eyed the mischievous man. It’s not Hopelen, she reminded herself, but he made her think it was. Petty and spiteful, he dipped his fingers in charisma that oozed like poison. Strength wasn’t Conall’s strong suit, and yet he was still one of the most powerful men in Tel Kharnis. That’s very Hopelen.

  But unlike in her country this was not an attempt to ruin her reputation, and therefore her life. It was an attempt at friendship, at lowering her guard. But Omega’s, even ones sterilized with suppressants, were always better at that game.

  “It depends on if you’re able to talk down Gokal’s rider like you claim. If I get in trouble, I’m not sure how much I’ll like you, and if you convince him to outright give me the beast, I might give you a little gift myself.” she teased.

  Conall all but yipped in excitement. “Oh, trust me. It’ll be fine.” the man said, “Now get up on that horse and let’s go.”

  ✽✽✽

  Before Nerium fled Tel Kharnis with Shira, Purslane and Conall flirted without consequence. Despite the wicked streak running through the playful man, he always knew where to draw the line. Purslane didn’t understand how it e
nded up like this. With her on her back, skirts pushed high enough for an eager Conall to fit between her slender legs.

  “Delavar will hurt you!” she gasped as sharp teeth nipped her shoulder, bruising the delicate skin. The blissful sensation made color dance across her vision, more stunning than the field of flowers he’d lured her to.

  “It’ll be worth it.” The growled reassurance wasn’t very reassuring. “He plans on sharing, but only after you’re so drunk on cock you won’t be fun anymore.”

  A chill shot through Purslane’s chest at the flippant statement. It wouldn’t happen the way this Beta hunter wanted. Her body would take the flood of Alpha hormones and deposit her on the other side of their twisted ride intact. Maybe she would be what Conall wanted for a few days, but whatever he was looking for he wouldn’t get for long.

  The thought almost made her laugh. How angry was he going to be after discovering his little Beta whore was an Omega? An image of his face flushed red in humiliation and rage made warmth pool in her stomach.

  It would get Con in trouble if they fucked without permission, it would earn him pain. That’s what she wanted, for one of them to feel destitution akin to her own agony. It was a violent dream that made her cry the first time such dark desire popped into her mind. Trapped in the dungeon she’d been carving a tally with her toe nail into stone flooring when the thought popped into her head. Blood acted as chalk so the days wouldn’t slip away, and she wished it was theirs.

  Purslane’s legs wrapped around Conall’s waist and pulled him close. Surprise flickered across his face, followed by a narcissistic smirk. He thought she wanted him, but it was only a matter of time before Delavar got her out of his system. After being given away to the rest of his pack, this would no longer be punishable, but expected.

  “You always loved spending time with me, didn’t you?” His purr felt like velvet against her skin. “That’s why you’re opening your legs, right? A nice little reward for your favorite Prince.”

  Expectation stared down at her with emerald snake eyes. He wanted her to act the obedient whore like she’d done for Delavar and play a role. That was easier than acting like she wanted their cocks. And easier than admitting to herself she not only wanted them, but craved her Four Alpha’s and their twisted domination.

  With a soft purr, Purslane lifted off the bed of flowers and tried to press their cheeks together for a nuzzle. Con was faster and dipped lower to capture her lips instead. When her mouth dropped an inch, the man wasted no time shoving his long tongue down her throat with a groan.

  Unlike Delavar who closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, Conall held Purslane’s gaze as their tongues rolled and slid together. A string of saliva hung between their lips when he pulled away. Instinct said to break the strand with a single swipe of her tongue, and the reward was a wider smile from the Alpha above her.

  “I always knew you were a devious little thing. One that hid more than she let on.” The purr Con released vibrated through her bones, a familiar slickness beginning to soak into her panties. How long had it been since her last pill? How long had it been since her last - “Fuck, everyday I wait you just smell better and better.”

  A low pitched whine tickled Purslane’s ears as he pushed sopping panties to the side and looked at a quivering pussy eager to be filled by Alpha cock. His lips descended on her clit, and he tried to suck the life right out of her. It wasn’t fair that his tongue was not only long, but wide. Each lick pushed her lips apart and tickled a path from her slit to her mound dragging out moans of delight. It took a second to realize it was Conall making the loudest sounds, not her.

  “You were such a good girl with Del.” He cooed, pressing kisses up her body. Teeth pressed into the fabric over her breast and tore out a chunk of the blue dress. The assault on the offending garment didn’t stop until both tits exposed a perky nipple that his thumbs and lips could tweak. “But you want more than just our sour First, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” the high-pitched squeak made Con’s eyes glow in mirth. Jealousy wasn’t what she’d expected. Not from these men who could have any man, woman, Alpha, Omega, or Beta they wanted. And they all craved her, but hated having to share. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me Connie. Ever since you said-”

  “You’d make the cutest noises if I ate you up?” Dark lashes brushed his cheeks when his eyes closed, lost in the memory. “I got you to stop doting all over Delavar and pay attention to me when I said that. And he had the audacity to laugh when I told him I might be a threat. The way you blushed, the wetness I smelled between your thighs every time I brought a grape to my lips… it was maddening.”

  The Fourth’s weakness was his need to be first, but so was his pride. He wouldn’t allow pity for how he was treated, pity earned punishment. She tried to speak, to say something that sounded more convincing than a badly forged lie. A twitch of sympathy caught Conall’s eye when she tried to smile. The meager offering was something not even a starving man could eat and dark realization flit over his expression.

  “You little whore.” he snarled taking her by the throat and pinning her to the ground. “Think I don’t see you trying to play me?”

  The sting of sharp fangs dug in around her nipple, a flash of white obscuring her vision. Gentle didn’t exist for her ‘mates’, not when their mouths were busy owning flesh that belonged to them. Claws dug into Purslane’s hips, dragging her further underneath Conall until their pelvis’ knocked together.

  Before he could release her and do it himself, Purslane reached for his belt with an obedient mewl. He switched breasts with a feral growl glaring at her with suspicion. An array of color already bloomed where he’d sucked and nipped hard enough to draw pricks of blood.

  She gripped his belt, before going for trouser buttons. Fully erect, his cock sprung free, and into her hand. A slight upward curve made Purslane want to get on her belly and present for a good hard fuck from behind. It would feel like heaven, the tilt of his dick pressing the perfect spot to make her come. As if he could read her mind, Conall relaxed and snickered before flipping her over with a deviant smirk.

  “Connie-” she didn’t want to be on her stomach, the wonderful curve of his cock thrusting against a spot that made her melt. With a defiant twist under him, she was on her back again, ignoring the Omega haze threatening to engulf her. “I-I’ll do something for you. I’ll use my mouth.”

  He took Purslane by the ankles with a growl, and twisted. “Affections you’ve already given Delavar.” Sweet perfume clogged her nose as Conall held her down amongst the flowers by the back of her neck. A knee separated her thighs, and her hips rose into mounting position without instruction. “See that? Just another tease begging for cock. Don’t worry darling, you’ll learn to love the starving little slut inside you.”

  A searing smack landed on her bottom, brute force stealing the air from her lungs. Humiliation flooded her belly with a boiling heat, bright pink shame flushing across lily white skin as she cried. “Stop! I’ll lay down for you!”

  Conall clicked his tongue with a sneer. “Too late.” he crooned smacking her sex before delivering a sharp blow to each ass cheek. He smacked her rear end, one cheek at a time, pace steady until both were bouncing and rosy.

  Loud gasps filled the air at every strike, and like a good girl Purslane stayed in the same spot, taking her punishment for being a tease. Her feet smacked against the ground as an unbearable burn made her cunt ache.

  “Connie-” she wailed, trying to ignore the wetness drenching her thighs with enough slick to ruin her dress. “I want you inside me,” she mewled, “I’ll let you be rough.” Her promise came while sliding fingers between her legs and rubbing her clit for him to watch. Twenty days without suppressants, and she’s a dirty whore ready to be filled by evil men who stole the coveted title of ‘mate’.

  Mischief danced Conall’s eyes, and Purslane could see the sickening pleasure her submission gave him. They both knew he could be rough whether or not she allowed it. But get
ting permission was better than taking. Permission was stealing something even more wonderful than her pussy. Conall wanted her soul, and her body was too weak to resist.

  He smirked his pretty smile, the ugliest of her Alpha mates. There was no relief from the hunger of his gaze as Con sucked his thumb until it grew wet. When he reached for her, Purslane strained her hips back hoping for the relief of his touch. Instead he pushed the thick digit past the forbidden rim above her pussy.

  Purslane let out a screech of shock, jerking forward to escape. “Conall, please!” She squealed as he held her in place to tease and stretch the tight entrance. “I’ll be good! I’ll be good! I won’t be such a tease, I promise.” When she whimpered, his head fell back on his shoulders and he groaned.

  “Where would the fun be?” He asked, switching to a finger and sliding it deeper, and deeper before adding a second. A moan tore from Purslane’s throat at the invasive feel of his cock spreading her labia to gather all the honey leaking from her slit. “You’re wetter for me than for Del, I’ll go in easy.”

  The glee in his voice was undeserved. In a few more days the slick gushing from her thighs would be a waterfall no matter who fucked her. Still, Purslane nodded in a sickening eagerness that she couldn’t stop. If he wanted to be the favorite, the spoiled prince who couldn’t be resisted, she’d play the role of smitten Beta. All of this was just a game.

  Conall wrapped the blonde tresses of her hair in a fist, and held her in place. as he. A spasm rocked through Purslane’s body as he shoved her inside her cunt to collect slick on his shaft. Her hands ripped the grass, pussy squeezing to try to suck him deeper as her other hole tightened on his fingers. The sound of Purslane’s howl as he began to slam into her was more than human, it was animalistic as the orgasm took her.

  “I knew you’d enjoy having something in your ass.” Conall purred, thrusts slowing after he’d bested her so easily. But he continued fucking her rougher and rougher, his finger joining the assault on her ass, as his chest pressed against her back. “All those times you touched me, fucked with me, teased me. Did you think you’d be safe forever, Pur?”