Lockdown

by Carmen Hunter

  “Don’t you dare fucking knot her.” Delavar’s roar sounded so far away, but still Conall pulled out with a groan of agony. Purslane whimpered as an immediate ache for more formed in her core, her hips thrusting back to give a tantalizing wiggle. Alpha cum sprayed on the back of her thighs, her mates scent hiding the rest of the world behind a haze of need.

  He pushed the head of his cock inside her rear end with the same ferocity used to take her cunt. Only the swollen knot kept him from going any further. A loud yelp of surprise made Roarke grimace, and his pack mates chuckle.

  “You’re all going to like this.” For a second Purslane though Conall was speaking to her. His fingers were caressing the mark on her shoulder as he kept trying to stretch her rear. When she glanced back, he was looking between the other Alpha’s. “The mark makes it so much better.”

  Delavar grunted his response, gesturing Doran to come forward. Confusion wiggled its way to the forefront of Purslane’s mind as he grabbed Roarke. Then he shoved the man to his knees next to the pedestal where they displayed Purslane.

  “I’m still stronger than him.” Doran said, tilting his chin towards Conall. “He won’t overpower me.”

  “If I say you’re the new Fourth then you are.” Delavar barred pearly white teeth, firelight flashing of the points and making Purslane whimper. A shift in power dynamics never bode well for the Omega who caused it.

  Doran didn’t bother looking at Purslane as he grabbed her by the hair, twisting the golden locks around his wrist and yanking her from Con. The new Third hissed, but allowed him to put her knees on the pedestal. With the echo of their bond still intact, she could sense apprehension in Conall’s new position. Yes, the turn of events pleased him, so did being Delavar’s new de facto favorite.

  Con’s betrayal was an accident. When he fucked Pur, he was misbehaving in a way only he was allowed. The mark wasn’t on purpose. Doran and Roarke’s deeds were both intentional - even if the bond wasn’t telling her what those betrayals were. But that didn’t mean Con could take either man in a one-on-one duel when Delavar wasn’t there.

  A sharp tug tightened the grip on her hair, making Purslane whine. Doran tore into her shoulder with a flash of pain, the dig of sharpened teeth slicing into her skin creating a well of blood. If reconnecting with Conall was an explosion, then this was being thrust underwater.

  Calm, cold, nothingness. Except perhaps a twitch of anger, flavored by annoyance. Ragged breaths wheezed from her throat as the Alpha kept Purslane on her knees, back arched. His tongue lapped at the copper nectar flowing from her new found wound. When he released the strained position, it was only to sit and grab the back of Purslane’s thighs forcing her to straddle his waist.

  “Not again-” the rejection slipped out before she could stop it, and Doran just smiled. He’d touched something inside of her that Purslane never wanted seen again. There was cruelty in the gesture as his fingers tickled up her spine, earning a shiver.

  Her scream split the air as another set of teeth cut into her skin while Purslane was distracted. The telling glint of gold jewelry, and the warm buzzing of possession in her chest signaled it was Conall. Without a sound, he’d slid behind her while his pack mate brutalized her shoulder first. It was only when Delavar took Roarke by the neck and forced him to stand that Purslane understood.

  “No!” her hand reared to strike, and with brute strength Doran wrapped himself tight around her body. Arms forced to her side his strength stopped the frantic wiggling, and held her in place. With Purslane secured against the new Fourth’s chest, Conall assisted Delavar.

  Con held Roarke’s head back, thumb and forefinger jammed between his jaw to keep the mans mouth open. No matter how much he and Purslane both struggled, Delavar’s control was absolute. A lesson for them both.

  Tightness coiled in her body when they placed Roarke’s teeth higher than the other two scars with reverence. Delavar smacked the back of his head, forcing his brothers muscle to contract and dig deeper into pale skin. When she yelped, Roarke tried to spit out the pocket of flesh in his mouth, only for Con to slam his palm against Roarke’s chin.

  If Conall was the noose, and Doran a dark, cold room with shadows on the wall, then Roarke was the rickety stool she’d be forced to stand on. The only thing keeping the rope from going taught. And Delavar - that made him the man who either pushed her from the chair, or ensured she didn’t fall.

  Chapter Nine

  22 1/2 days without Suppressant

  The weakest pack member always marked a shared Omega first. Except in this case, the Alpha being punished marked her first. It would be the quietest connection, each new bite overlapping that initial bond. Doran was correct in thinking Conall couldn’t override his influence. And Roarke was in no position to exert the effort needed to subjugate the new Fourth’s affect on their flower.

  It was up to Delavar. With a grunt, he threw his brother to the ground uncaring if he watched or fled now that the deed was done. If Roarke hadn’t complained, and instead huddled in the corner silent as he’d done with every other plan to torture Pur, he wouldn’t have been involved. It was not only a refusal to take part; Roarke had the audacity to claim he’d stop Delavar if he went along with Doran’s crazy plan.

  Nothing was too far when it came to getting back their sister. Their mother’s daughter. Their family.

  When he took Con’s position behind Purslane she let out the most pitiful whine. Straight blonde hair brushed his nose, the scent of fear and lilac soap. His finger hooked around the golden curtain and pulled it over the shoulder holding three weeping wounds. Blood soaked into the silken strands but he paid no mind, instead burying his nose in the clear expanse of skin on her bared neck.

  Her squeak doesn’t dissuade him; it only made more blood pump to his throbbing cock. With a growl, Delavar began to unlace the nightgown she wore. Roarke dressed her like a doll before putting Purslane to sleep. It was perfect. All lace, and near transparent fabric that showed the hidden shadow of a petite figure.

  “Delavar!” At her call, he pinned her against Doran’s chest. The one who scared her more than anything. With an uncharacteristic obedience, his Fourth laid across the altar, and hung long legs over the edge. It gave his First better access to Purslane.

  “Be quiet.” Delavar growled, running slow fingers along the slick drenched lips of her pussy. When he pushed two digits inside she squealed, but her hips jerked back in want. And damn him, he smirked.

  Dissatisfaction thundered across Doran’s face at her immediate enthusiasm, the fresh connection to Purslane sizzling his mind with uncontrolled emotion. It had to be the bond, out of all four pack mates, Doran was always the least jealous. The second least obedient.

  “You knew you’d be shared,” Delavar growled, dropping his pants before smearing sweet slick along his cock with confident strokes. “Now be a good girl and take all of your Alpha’s without complaint.”

  At the same time Delavar aligned his hips to push against Purslane’s rear, Doran angled himself to slide into an eager cunt. Four arms compressed her between two of the most powerful Alphas in the world and forced her to bear down on the strain of their massive cocks. When she tried to scream in surprise, Conall shoved his dick between her lips.

  A long moment passed before a loud feminine moan broke the silence. “Her eyes are fucking black.” Conall purred, cupping her jaw as he began to thrust against her tongue. Soft trilling noises escaped her throat as she rocked forward to take any inch the Devil wasn’t giving her.

  With a smirk, Delavar decided she could use some help and snapped their hips together. One powerful shove, and her nose touched Con’s stomach, making him yelp in shocked delight. The most adorable Omega growl rumbled in Purslane’s chest and her hips swung back in challenge.

  A harsh slap to her rump left a glowing handprint, the punishment spurring shivers up and down her spine. A mewl vibrated down Conall’s cock, making the Third throw his head back in delight. When Doran began to move,
Delavar was the only thing keeping him from trying to force his dick in its entirety up inside the poor flower.

  It wasn’t long before Purslane wailed for more, and they took her undeserved lust with gluttony. All three of them moved as one, filling her to the brim with cock. In the corner of Delavar’s eye, he saw Roarke watching from the ground in the same place he’d landed, hand working towards furious relief.

  Conall spilled first, tearing out of her mouth before his second knot of the night could lock behind Purslane’s jaw. Her loud gasp worked in the Devil’s favor, mouth open wide for the spray of Alpha cum that coated her tongue. The sound of her swallowing, only to reach between her legs and taste the mixed flavor of her and Doran’s arousal made Delavar grow.

  “Turn her around.” he ordered, ignoring his new Fourth’s disgruntled look. He’d be lucky if Delavar allowed him to come at all, instead of forcing the disobedient mutt to fuck his own hand like Roarke.

  Purslane whined like a spoiled pup when she was lifted off both cocks, hips thrashing in her bodies insane desire to be filled again. Doran slid out from beneath her as Conall came around to the same side of the altar. The two lesser males held Purslane open for their First, keeping her arms against the stone, and her thighs spread wide. But neither action was necessary; Purslane’s eyes were black, her pupils blown in Omega lust.

  “Please-” Delavar trailed his fingers down the naked masterpiece of her body. Delicate gasps surfaced as more and more of Purslane’s shyness came back the less dick she received. “Please, Del!”

  Sharp teeth descended to the bud of her nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh. Her back arched, legs trying to close as her pussy twitched for more. Without the blinding combination of two more Alpha’s driving into her, Purslane was becoming more and more self-aware. Large tears sprouted at the corner of her eyes, a soft whimper escaping when he pressed a kiss to her collar bone.

  A placating purr rasped from her chest, and Delavar speared her to the hilt, sinking the entire length of his shaft inside of her still spasming sheath. This time when his mouth descended, it was to tear into the smooth porcelain skin above her breast. He placed his mark right over her heart while his knot expanded, locking them together as their bodies pulsed and squeezed load after load of liquid pleasure into her womb.

  Warmth flowed into Delavar as she thrashed and begged for more. Pleasure the likes of which he’d never experienced drove him to keep pounding into Purslane's over stuffed cunt. It’s the bright light of sunshine, or a hug with no hidden motives. He knew they were both outside on the sacrificial dias, the same one Doran and Conall would have used to claim Shira. But none of it mattered, all that mattered was meeting the gaze of his sweet Omega.

  Except there’s no matching bewilderment or delight on her beautiful face. There’s nothing but the complete devastation Doran promised. A woman torn to pieces by men who murdered, who conquered, who destroyed. Purslane didn’t know what, or who, she was anymore. She just knew she wanted it to stop, and Delavar - no all four, could feel her break at the same time.

  “Caecina cove.” she whispered, “The path to Hopelen is at Caecina cove.”

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  Want more from the Lockdown universe, but not quite ready for our dear Pur’s sequel? Try Omega City Lockdown. Taking place in the mysterious third country briefly mentioned in An Omega’s Lie, follow a new heroine named Eliza. Read on for an exciting sneak peak.

  Omega City

  Lockdown

  By Carmen Hunter

  First I'll steal her body. Then her soul. Her willingness. And finally the greatest prize of all, her heart.

  A glorified crime princess, Eliza deHai knows more than her innocent facade suggests. She's the daughter of the cities most notorious gang leader. Outside of myself. And I plan on taking all of her secrets in the most brutal and shameful ways possible - whether she wants me to or not.

  I’m not an omega, but that doesn't matter to the greatest monster Omega City has ever seen. If he says I’m an omega then I am.

  This man who terrifies and excites me wants answers to questions I can't give. And he's going to punish me in ways my coddled existence never prepared me for. But Hagan makes one error when he takes me. He thinks to break the one thing no Alpha can.

  My stubbornness.

  Omega City Lockdown is Book one of two in a sinister, dark Omegaverse m/f series that takes place in the Lockdown universe. A world with three surviving countries trapped behind grand walls that keep the horrors of the outside world at bay. For those who adore twisted tales and complete power exchange, this book has a dark ending with no light at the end of the tunnel. You’ll have to get to the very end for that.

  Chapter One

  This is not Juniper’s bedroom. Instead of the second most feared Alpha in the city, a tiny young woman sits at a vanity so certain of safety - she hums along to a slow melody crackling from a portable radio. Her eyes remain closed allowing Hagan to take a few seconds to process everything, his gaze darting about the room as he sits perched on the windowsill dripping from rain water.

  Powder blue walls with no decoration other than lacey trim, two grand armoires for clothing, and a frilly pink bed with linen and canopy to match. This doesn’t belong to a bloodthirsty monster - The Omega lied. After being tortured beyond compare, this is where that traitor pointed to on the map.

  Juniper’s ‘most protected room’.

  Hagan didn’t work his ass off plotting revenge for eighteen years for a little bitch sitting in someone else's chair to fuck it up. Yet, no matter how he tries to spin it, Juniper will still be a thorn in his side. Because an entrancing Omega with straight black hair is singing in her place. All the meticulous planning, all the war and bloodshed of the past twenty years, it can’t be justified now. And whoever this girl is, she’s to blame.

  Rain pattered on Hagan’s white mask twenty minutes ago, splashing a surface swirling in red painted optical illusions that resemble a wolf’s maw. He waited in the foliage of Omega Cities Sky Light district, and watched a tiny creature through heat vision goggles. There was no choice but to trust it was the right woman.

  From the beginning, wrongness wafted through the air. Hagan observed a creature that seemed a smidge to small for hours, but needed her to be Juniper. So he chalked it up to rain disturbance and not being able to fit his eye over the lense properly due to his mask.

  Behind him, the downpour hid an Alpha squadron ready to overrun the poorly defended base before its guards raised alarms. Hubris made the fools think they were safe sitting above the rest of the world in their glowing metropolis. Shit caked rubes from the old world Ruins don’t exist, let alone wait in the bushes to attack. When the sun always shines, and the electricity always works, it’s easy to forget what the darkness hides.

  In her tower like a queen, the Omega tittered back and forth how he imagined Juniper would. After fucking over his city day after day, Hagan thought he was witnessing the habits of a mortal enemy. Habits concocted to wash clean the blood from her soiled hands.

  As Hagan watched, he knew in his bones tonight was the night Juniper would suffer. Suffer the worst horrors imaginable if he had his way. He wanted to start with the truth about how they tracked her down; her own Omega.

  A sweet man called Elijah, who’d been by her side since the beginning, but never quiet earned the securit
y a permanent pair bond brings. Still, he was defiant to the point there was no choice but to have an Alpha female forced on him. Teeth and all. Not even the strongest man can resist the urge of an Alpha/Omega bond. He spilled most of his former lovers' secrets on the first day.

  But for the harder questions? Why she and his brother Caliburn, the weakling now running Omega City's underground tunnels, sold him out so long ago. Or why she set up shop in the Sky Light district, after being born and raised in the Ruins like Hagan and his brother. After years of silent plotting to usurp those literally above them, and working as a team to bring about a new Alpha reign with them on top, it made little sense.

  No matter what beatings or punishments, nothing broke Elijah. Even face to face with Hagan’s teeth, an inch away from having his throat torn out, the man was silent. Much to the chagrin of his newfound mate, Hagan ordered his tongue taken out when Elijah refused to speak any further. Hey if the thing is worthless… why keep it? Kick back from the Alpha female continued until Hagan offered to take her tongue in lieu of his.

  She stopped arguing then. No real survival exists in the Sky Light, which is why he gave Elijah to a woman from there. Only spoiled brats who scrape together a safe living by stepping on the throats of the downtrodden live there. A better, cleaner place for the rich to get fat and sneer down their noses at others.

  The soft living makes it easy to extort the worthless lumps of fat, too too weak to make it on the ground. They stay up there and thrive only because they are born lucky. All because they float in the sky above the poor thanks to magnetic science mumbo jumbo none of them understand.

  Lowering the binoculars, without knowing who he was really watching, Hagan signaled for his pack to move. They scaled the walls of Juniper’s towers in the darkness of night; the moon veiled by storm clouds too. Even it was too cowardly to watch the one sided bloodshed about to unfold.