Sidone (The Hordesmen Book 3)

by Milana Jacks

  Sidone yanks my hair and pulls my head back. My vision sharpens, and I just HAVE TO fuck. “I need to taste you,” I groan and lick my lips. She follows my tongue, then her black eyes lock with mine. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I’m fucking sure. Give me your pussy.”

  She chuckles.

  “Jesus, Sidone. What’s wrong with me?” I grip the back of her thighs, and pull, trying to encourage her to climb on my dick and ride me. I need that pussy.

  Sidone stays standing. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Your body knows mine as if they’re old friends. As I enter my heat cycle, you enter your breeding one.” Finally, she moves to climb on top of me. I unbutton my jeans and yank my dick out. It’s covered in cum and harder than a rock.

  Sidone inhales, and the loud rattle of her breathing changes. It’s a…a purr. She’s fucking purring at me like a kitten, flicking my piercing, turning it, twisting. “I like this, Omega.”

  My balls tighten, and I haul her on top of me. She crawls over my body, kissing her way up. She’s in the mood for slow and steady, and I wanna get that pussy right now. When I try to grab her and pull her up, she pins my hands above my head.

  Her black eyes shine as she purrs, and she smiles down at me the way a lioness might smile at a gazelle. I’m the fucking gazelle. Holy crap, this is hottest thing I’ve ever had done to me, and we haven’t even done anything yet.

  She bends her head. “I’ve always wondered what that fat red tongue would feel like inside my mouth.”

  “It’ll feel fat and good, but not as fat as my dick.”

  “You have a nice dick.” She kisses me, sticking her forked tongue inside my mouth, and the scent of her overwhelms my senses. It’s oddly sexy and calming, while my balls grow heavier. At this point, the term blue balls is inaccurate. My balls are purple, going on black any second now. Her purr vibrates on my chest and runs down my entire body, raising goose bumps over my skin. I tug my hands free from her hold, and she lets go so I can toy with her tits. They fit into my hands, and I grip one nipple and tug gently, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. Sidone moves over me, her pussy gliding over my dick but not letting me dip it inside. This is torture. She probably likes torturing me.

  Trying to get to her pussy, I jerk my hips up.

  Sidone evades and sits on my chest.

  Nooo.

  But hey, pussy in my face.

  Tongue out, I lift my head and strain my neck trying to reach her slit. Nope, I’m not a giraffe. Ever seen a bear trying to get to the honeypot? That’s me now. I’m the bear, and the honeypot is too far away. Through a daze, I look up. Sidone is unbraiding her hair. All that golden mane falls over her shoulders, and I stare at her hair, pretty eyes, full lips, the curves of her tits, flat fit belly, and pussy. It’s a small pussy with tiny lips, and I just wanna lick it.

  Under her, I wiggle, and she lifts her body so I can—finally!—slide under her and take a swipe. One lick and my dick shoots sperm up my belly. I groan. I’m gonna embarrass myself. I’m gonna eat pussy and cum. When she’s ready to fuck me, I won’t be able.

  This is gonna be the disaster of my life, and I’ll never live it down. I’d hate to disappoint her.

  She lowers herself onto my mouth, and I eat her pussy. It’s cotton candy, the taste unbelievable. It makes my eyes roll into the back of my head, and my dick spurts more cum. Sidone moves her pussy over my mouth, and I close my eyes and lick her faster, trying to reach her clit. She’s moving her slit over my mouth but I know that’s not gonna get her off.

  I lift my head to position myself better and seek her clit.

  Sidone grabs my hair and pins my head. With one hand, she reaches behind her and grabs my dick. Pain slices my lower belly, and I spurt more cum. She strokes me, and I grit my teeth, trying to think of anything else. It’s a bit hard to think of baseball when I have this dominant female riding my mouth, holding my dick, and forcing my face against her pussy. If I don’t get her off soon, I’ll disappoint her.

  Opening my eyes, I blink and blink, trying to clear the haze. Palms on her belly, I use my thumbs to spread her lower lips. There is no clit. Oh my God, there is no clit. Immediately, I still. What the hell should I do? Uh-oh. I don’t know how to eat this pussy.

  Sidone growls and yanks my head. And I’m back at it, cotton-candy pussy melting on my tongue. I stick it inside her hole, swirl around, and feel a tiny bump. I flick it.

  Sidone purrs louder.

  I flick again.

  “Yes,” she says.

  Yaaaasss. Her clit is inside the hole. Thank you, Jesus, for showing me the way. I’ve got this. I lift her ass up and hold her like that a bit so I can take a better look at this pussy. Yup, just a little slit. I lick it and stick my tongue inside, flicking and flicking that little bump, and the more I lick, the more my chest fills with something…something strange. It’s as if my heart swells with pride and possession. This is my pussy, my female, and there is nothing I won’t do to please her. I feel the rightness of this in my heart. I know I’m an Omega, and this female is everything I need.

  I make her moan and purr, and her hair bounces as she rides my tongue and strokes my dick, sometimes even jabbing it with her claw. My heavy balls hurt, and I ignore it, the pain in my lower belly a constant reminder I need to unload, and when she slides down my body and aligns herself with my dick, I’m ready.

  “Fuck me,” I tell her.

  Her hair falls around our faces like a curtain. I grab her ass and try to move her down. She won’t budge.

  “You’re pretty.” She bites my bottom lip, tickles it with the twin forks of her tongue. “You will breed me now. I will bond you, and your life will never be the same. Or you can get into the car and return to my nephew and get on with your life. When we cross paths again, rest assured I will make our encounter extremely unpleasant, but you will live, and I will move on. Choose now, Omega.”

  Briefly, she looks away, but I caught it. Somehow, I can sense her uncertainty. She’s vulnerable, exposed, and probably hates it, so I say, “To be honest, the only thing going through my mind is prayer. I’m praying I’m gonna last past the point you sit on my dick.”

  Sidone’s eyes light up. “You think you can’t last more than a few minutes?”

  “I’m at seconds here, actually.”

  “You’ve no idea how this union works. That’s okay, Omega. I’m gonna show you.” Sidone sits on my dick. To the hilt. There’s no warning or easing into it. My body convulses, my balls lift, the pressure in my belly drops, and I shoot a jet of cum into her with a shout, then clamp my mouth shut and grit my teeth. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  Sidone rides me.

  I’m coming.

  As in I’m orgasming continuously, no end in sight. Euphoria doesn’t quite describe it. Her pussy is so tight. It doesn’t stretch. If anything, the harder she rides me, the tighter her pussy gets. Sidone comes and screams. The soft walls of her pussy tighten and start rippling, waves of tightening and releasing beginning at the base of my dick and working up, then back down the length of it. As she rides the last of her orgasm, her pussy channel tightens and becomes hard around the bottom of my dick. I can’t even take my dick out. Her pussy has seized my dick. It is a magical pussycorn.

  In return, my dick remains hard and my balls keep filling with seed. I can almost feel them filling and shooting up her in a never-ending cum cycle while she rides me, chokes me, bites me, all the while pinning my hands above my head.

  Her purr, her scent, the dirty things she whispers in my ear overwhelm me, and all I do is lie there and provide her with my body. My dick remains hard inside her pussy for a lot longer than minutes. I’ve never come so much in my life, and I never thought I could.

  Hours into the late afternoon, we’re still fucking.

  The next day, we’re fucking.

  And the next.

  I am Superman.

  My dick is hard and ready at a moment’s notice. Sidone looks at me, and my body
responds. I’ve not showered or shaved, and I’m covered in cum and cotton-candy pussy juice. Every now and then, she checks the seas for the yacht that never comes, makes me drink water, and reminds me to take bathroom breaks. She doesn’t take them. Sidone has no asshole at all.

  But I do.

  And she’s welcome to it.

  Chapter 7

  Sidone

  It’s day four of my heat, and the dark blinds block the sun. I command the blinds to open, and they don’t. No tech today. Excellent. A cramp in my thigh alerts me of transition. I vault out of bed and check on the shooter’s head. On Regha, when an enemy receives such an invitation via his accomplice’s head, it is considered a challenge. I expect the abomination to conform to our customs, though only now, after the mating fever is over, do I realize this might not be the case. The abomination could come with a small army, as the Omega suggested, and kill me while I’m down. Cursing my arrogance and flawed thinking, compromised while the impending heat rode my brain, I scan the blue ocean before me and spot a yacht, the same one from the other day.

  Movement on the right catches my eye.

  A Horde male scurries away. Bitch, please. As if I didn’t know Horde scouts would follow me, though I’m surprised Tayseer isn’t already here demanding answers.

  My Omega’s quiet footsteps approach, and he wraps his warm arms around my waist and kisses my neck. His dick pokes my behind. I glance back and note his pupils have shrunk and green has returned to his eyes.

  “My heat is over,” I tell him. “We can resume business.”

  “Or we can take the head down, go eat breakfast, and lie out by the beach all day for the rest of our days.”

  “You mean rest?”

  “Yes, relax.”

  “I don’t do relax.”

  “I know.” He winks and strides to the kitchen, where he tinkers with some tech in there. “Shit, no power again.” He expels a breath. “Fuck, I hate the Silence.”

  I meet him in the kitchen. “Silence is necessary.”

  “It’s a bullshit unilateral approach to punishing all people, not just some people.”

  “All people minding their business will live. Those you call some people will not. Silence never killed anyone. If you’re missing morning brew, rest assured you will live without it. I have.”

  “The point is not to live or die. The point is to live well.”

  “I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

  “I can tell.”

  I cross my arms over my chest. “What’s that mean?”

  “You’re picking a fight.”

  “You challenged my views on Silence.”

  He stares down at his empty cup. “Gonna go downstairs for breakfast. I’ll meet you there.”

  “I’m not hungry.” I walk into the bedroom and slam the door, then turn the lock, a clear sign nobody should be coming in unless they wanna get chewed up.

  I hear the front door close.

  It happens in an instant. My knees fold, my body locks, and I face-plant on the carpet. Groaning inwardly, I assess my body. I can move my extremities but not my middle. My spine hurts so bad, I could cry. I can’t cry. Alphas don’t produce tears. Transition, an event where a bonded Alpha sheds green armor in favor of red armor, has come upon me. It’s a good thing the Omega can’t see me like this.

  Kade

  At breakfast, people treat me like some sort of celebrity. Either that or they’re scared of me. Well, not me but my Alpha, who just happens to be a grump in the morning. The buffet is adequate, but nothing I’d write about in my cooking diary. With bacon, eggs, and two slices of toast on my plate, I snag the last of the orange juice and find a table on the patio to enjoy the view.

  Endless blue Pacific with gentle waves. Sunny with no chance of rain. I love my city. There’s nothing else like it in the States. The beach, the weather, the people, all of it. Crunching bacon, I dip my toast in the yolk of my sunny-side-up eggs.

  A pair of men are approaching the restaurant from the beach, one with receding white hair, blue eyes and… He looks familiar. An older woman points at the man, and the man smiles and waves. Why yes, I think it’s the former vice president. Wow, I didn’t think this guy was still alive.

  When the Horde invaded, I was too busy playing minor league baseball to notice when my parents divorced, when Dad started going to church regularly, praying the pair of us made it, or when the White House fell and the chaos that resulted from it. Dad shielded me from the worst, and the imposed Silence hid most of the bloodshed shown on television.

  The former VP climbs the wooden steps and enters the hotel from the restaurant’s deck. I follow him inside the restaurant and get a second serving, fruit and desserts this time, while I wait for Sidone. After seventy-two hours of fucking, we didn’t part on good terms this morning, and I wonder if she’ll join me at all.

  Sidone

  My brain issues commands, but my body can’t obey. As it dries, my armor crusts, and I shed, leaving my body exposed in all the soft places and also my thighs. My brother Vemlox’s red armor also covers his soft places and not all of his body. I think I’ll turn out the same way. It’s a good thing I locked the room. My Omega won’t see me helpless and weak, lying on the floor.

  Though I’m unsure what his reaction will be when he returns from breakfast, if he returns at all. When challenged, I admit I can be unyielding, sometimes even when I’m wrong. Silence doesn’t bother me. It plays in favor of my people, and I stand by my king and prince on this issue, but I also know humans favor tech, as do the Teleans. Not all tech is bad. There are some nice things about it, like perhaps my Omega’s coffeemaker. It makes my Omega happy to drink the stupid morning brew, and I should’ve probably just kept my mouth shut.

  I won’t change for him, but I can learn to yield him the small stuff. He has needs too. He wants to do nice things for me, and I ought to let him. Resolved, I try to get up and grunt, frustrated I can’t stand. But I can crawl. I’d rather stay down than crawl. I’ve crawled enough in the past. Never again.

  How long will the transition last? I recall Vemlox’s transition took a bit over a span. By next sunrise, I should have red armor.

  Relax and rest it is, then. The irony doesn’t escape me.

  Serpent’s balls, I hate stillness.

  The front door clicks, and footsteps enter. More than one pair. My Omega brought company. I’m not in the mood for people, of Regha or of Earth. My earflaps snap up. This is a reflex response. My ears always listen; it’s just my fucking eyelids that I can’t lift, though I try and try, willing them to open. Nope. Can’t do. Rest, Sidone. You can’t control the transition.

  The bedroom door handle jerks, and I wait for my Omega to call out. Instead, the door slams against the wall with a loud bang. I smell him before I hear him. Fear seizes my thoughts, and a shiver runs down my spine. A strange feeling. I’ve never had shivers.

  Mr. VP moves stray hairs away from my face, his touch gentle. “There you are, my pretty girl,” he coos. “You’re most beautiful when you’re down, quiet like a lamb.” He chuckles and stands back up. I can’t see him, but I hear well and smell even better. I don’t need eyes. In captivity, he kept me in the dark. While breaking me, he taught me how to see with my other senses. One day, maybe even today, when I take his life, I’ll try to remember to thank him for it.

  “Hurry up before the guy returns,” he orders the men he brought with him.

  Panic makes my heart race. I moan, cursing this bastard. They know about my Omega. They better not touch him!

  The men reek of expensive cologne, strong citrus and lavender. The scents make my stomach rise. I swallow and prevent vomiting in my mouth as they try to pick me up. Their grunts make me smile. Inwardly, of course. I can’t twitch my lips. I am an Alpha female, heavy boned on a normal day. Today, I’m extra heavy and also difficult to carry as my body is locked in a spasm. This means they can’t just throw me over their shoulders, they have to pick me up by my arms and legs.
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  Two men carry me.

  I would rather die than become VP’s captive again.

  But here I am. Yet again.

  Gunshots sound in the room. The men drop me, and I hit the floor. My brain rattles. I smell my Omega and want to crawl out of my skin. I fist my hands. Only two of my fingers move.

  More gunshots.

  A rough hand grabs my elbow and starts dragging me across the carpet. The rug burns my sensitive skin. The man lifts me into a sitting position and forces my back against the wall. I sniff out blood. It’s difficult to sort the smells in the room, and I can’t tell who’s bleeding. There are at least five men with their cologne, sweat, blood, and other smelly human waste. I can’t tell which of them is with me. “Stay put,” my Omega says.

  Relief floods me. He’s alive.

  “Put the gun down, or I’ll kill you both,” comes from farther down. This is Mr. VP talking.

  “Get out of here,” Kade says.

  “Do it, boy. If I can’t have her, nobody can.”

  Shoot the fucker. Mr. VP has been at the top of my kill list for years. It pains me to have to give up my kill to someone, but he’s my Omega, and I can share a kill with him. Now that the VP is here, I’d love to see him on a pole dying a very slow death while I lounge underneath him, drinking a Bloody Mary.

  Projectiles fly. People outside start screaming.

  Something hard thumps the floor.

  Has he hit my Omega? My body convulses, all my muscles spasm, my teeth chatter, and I shake uncontrollably. I think I’m having a seizure.