In turn, she traced his raised keloid scars with something approaching reverence. This was a warrior, as Beta males often were. Not the match of the larger Alphas, of course, but neither had he the delicate build of an Omega male. The most abundant type of males by far, they were the foot soldiers that made the Krust strong. Protecting the Alphas who ruled them all. Protecting the Omegas who bred for them.
Renegade sneered and began to reject that passive claim of knotted cockmeat. Flexing her cunt and sending a torrent of fluids washing between his powerful thighs. To the spot where his sack should have hung, but didn’t. Not until she allowed him to plunder her holes to his content and exercise the Canicule from his blood and brain.
“Wait—” the Beta male flexed, burying himself deeper. Trying to fight her as she cast him out. “I want to see you cum again before you go to them,” he rasped, a sheen of sweat glistening on his dark brow. “Rub that pretty pussy for me, Omega. Just let me see your cuntlips stretched around my knot as you cum. That’s all. Let me finger your ass and finish preparing you so you can take your pleasure without suffering damage.”
Considering the offer, Renegade tipped her head to the side. Easing off. It cost her nothing to accept. Gave him nothing but another moment of pleasure, drunk as she was on pheromones and Canicule. Fires, she could probably cum in a few seconds, given that none had ever been able to bring her off quite so effectively as she could.
And so it was that she obeyed, leaning back and shifting her heels to fit behind the globes of his ass. Purchasing leverage paid for with nothing but a show for the dark Beta male. A show of her cunt stuffed full of knot and cummy slick.
He growled, deep in his chest, the sound pulling a fresh flood of slick from her depths, even as she began to flick her bean. Pinching it between index and middle fingers, she jiggled her clit. Commanding him to, “Give me another finger,” as she rode his digits and knot, both.
“OMEGA!!!” the Alphas howled, the sound of ripping leather music to her ears. Music she submitted to without moving a muscle to grant their freedom. Music that saw her pussy tighten anew as she rode the last of her Betas, gave freely to him what they tried to own.
“That’s it,” Micha gasped, plunging into her ass, yet keeping still in her pussy. “Fuck me. Cum for me, Omega. Cum on that fat knot like the greedy little cum-slut you know you are.”
Panting, she reveled in the debauchery. Using his forearm for balance, tweaking her clitty in the other, she bounced. Tiny little hops—knotted as she was—but they were enough to bump his knob against her limit. Enough to send a painful little jab through her guts with every time he bottomed out and lit her brain positively aflame.
Tighter and tighter, she clenched him. Baring down as the Beta male flashed his teeth and took the fucking he’d begged for. All the while three fat fingers filled her ass and her Alphas bellowed their promises of retribution and punishment.
Head twisting to the right, Renegade deigned to finally meet their eyes. A tangled heap of furious Alpha male glared back—two eyes icy blue, one green, and the other a pearly white. Growling in unison, they redoubled their efforts the moment she looked.
The authority ringing between them was what did it. What sent her into convulsions enough to crush that Beta knot inside her and eject his torrent of fresh cum from her depths. Cutting him off just as he’d begun to spurt, the Omega’s powerful pussy sent him out. Clamping down on his fingers so hard, he’d have found himself unable to continue finger-fucking her ass if he’d had the whit to do more than breathe—for in the throws of exhibitionism, Renegade had done what she’d done to his brothers. Internalized his orgasm and forced him into a state of pleasure-laced-pain unique to a male denied in the heat of Canicule.
Thighs still trembling she broke from the power of her Alpha’s glare. Broke for something just a little more tempting, for no other reason than it was closer.
Cum.
She dropped to her knees between the spread, lax thighs of her now-favorite Beta.
A blend of brothers dripped from Michas heavy dong. It bowed under its own weight, tip a healthy rose-pink that pointed at the earth. His shaft an earthy-brown so deep and rich it made no secret of where she might find that salty offering. Rings of frothy cum marked her progress. Marked how far she’d needed to take that beast into her cunt for him to knot her.
Glowing with pride, Renegade resisted the commands of her Alphas for another moment. Licking the overwrought Beta male from root to tip—tongue darting in, out, and around—she gathered every drop of cum she could suss out. Needed more after that first taste he’d poured down her throat. That sperm he’d bathed her tongue in.
Least she could do for unintentionally punishing her pet was clean him up…
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Balkazar watched as the Omega licked Micha clean. Hungry for cum no matter the social cast or that only he and his Alpha-twin could give her what she truly needed. Only they could ease her Canicule and give her the relief she craved. No others could fill her belly and breed the little bitch until she was twitching and satisfied.
Silver bellowed, shredding his leather pants as he tried to free his engorged length, bisected gaze fixed to her rump and the scar where her tail had once been. Stripping naked, confined as they were, drunk on the rut as they were, was becoming dangerous. It was only a matter of time before he and Silver had nowhere else to turn but… each other. And if the Omega lost herself to the Canicule before she could free them… using his brother as a source of relief would become… inevitable. Being used in turn would be unstoppable.
“OMEGA!!!” Balkazar roared, making the slight female startle and break away from her cocksickle, topple backward—away from Micha’s twitching, overstimulated root—and turn glazey black eyes back at him. “RELEASE US!!!”
She licked her lips. Dainty pink tongue lingering on the bow of her lower lip. Resisting even now.
He’d watched her take his brothers, one by one, allowed each of them to spill within her and knot. He’d watched Micha pour sperm down her throat and send her deeper into the haze he wanted to inspire. And all the while she—like each and every one of his slick-drunk packbrothers—had ignored her Alphas, the saucy fuckable little minx. An Omega, refusing to submit could mean only one thing—she wanted to be conquered. Testing them to see if they were worthy of filling her womb and breeding her. Keeping her as theirs forever.
“COME TO US!” he snarled, feeling his hackles rise beneath the leather, chest rumbling with a deep compulsion to obey.
Ass up, she began to crawl. Having exhausted all of her other playthings, the little bitch in heat began to crawl toward them. And fuck it all if the very sight didn’t send precum to soak through his leathers. Pooling around his imprisoned sack and wetting his flexing asshole as he began to hump the netting.
At his side, Silver growled. Guttural and feral, he commanded the female without words.
Faced with the combined might of two Alphas and no other distractions, the Omega female was helpless. Lost herself fully to the rut, and in doing so, lost all connection with higher reasoning—a glimpse of how she’d be when the Canicule set and hardened. She crawled, rounded ass swaying to and fro, lips swollen with a splash of Micha’s seed. Nostrils flared, searching for the sampling of Alpha she could no doubt scent on the wind.
“Pick up the knife, little slut,” Balkazar whispered, words bumping over the edges of his furious snarl. “Pick it up and set us free. Let us stuff and mount you.”
A drop of drool spilled over her lips—and she crawled over the knife. Didn’t see it, for her blackened eyes were locked on the twin bulges straining toward her through the netting. Locked on Silver’s partially exposed cock.
Instead, she presented. Turning so the Alphas could see puffy cuntlips and reddened asshole. Wriggled back until she was lodged beneath the netting and pressed her pussy against Balkazar’s pant-front.
Silver was the first to claim her. Silver who’d already managed to pull his dick free, a
nd Silver who had worked a hand through the netting and managed to wrap it in her fine, black hair, stroking the top of her maned shoulders. Balkazar could only watch as his brother struggled to line himself up, no matter the warnings he tried to impart or swinging net. No matter that his brother would have to be cut free of the netting if he was foolish enough to knot her while bound like this.
Never mind that unless he tasted her slick fresh from the source, he’d be unable to find freedom from her Canicule and would therefore be unable to truly mate the wildling. Unable to tame her.
Balkazar could do nothing to stop it as Silver found purchase in her hot little hole, and sank into her deep as he could. Seething, jealous, Balkazar had to wait as Silver claimed what he wanted. Had to endure his brother’s heated breath on his nape as the other Alpha fucked her through the netting.
It didn’t take long for the Omega to cum. Didn’t take long for her pretty mewling to devolve into guttural grunts of a female taking a solid fucking. And when she began to clamp down, compressing Silver’s knob in a silken fist, Balkazar had to endure while his brother painted her insides white with ropes of potent Alpha seed.
But when Silver’s teeth found their mark, sinking into the meat between shoulder and jaw, that was something Balkazar couldn’t tolerate.
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Balkazar roared. Deep in his chest, from the seat of his belly, he roared. Trying to shake free of his brother’s claiming mark sinking into the soft spot between neck and shoulder. A mark meant for the rutting Omega on all fours beneath the net she’d trapped them in. A mark meant for the one taking Silver’s seed—not for the Alpha brother he shared a fucking bloodpact with!
And he knew then, what she’d done. Knew the why of an Omega female going to such lengths to satisfy her Canicule in this absurd way. The little bitch was trying to avoid being claimed. She, who lived this far from the Krust and the safety associated with packlife. She who taunted instead of submitting, their wild Omega appeared to value nothing more than her independence.
It was a thing Balkazar would enjoy taking away—her punishment for inducing the rut between brothers.
But first?
He twisted, snarling and snapping, trying to dislodge his brother as Silver’s orgasm continued to pump the little Omega bitch full. But without tasting her Canicule? He couldn’t knot her. Couldn’t find relief. Shouldn’t have set claiming mark to Balkazar’s shoulder, for now everything was… confused. That the big Alpha-twin now felt a submissive tug beneath his skin was unnatural and violating. And she’d pay for it.
With his twin’s teeth still embedded in his muscle, Balkazar forced his meaty fist through the net. Shoved the female off Silver’s dick and toward the blade she’d used to free his packmates. She landed teats-down, ass up, pussy still twitching and shaking as she continued to convulse. Mindless. Her hands scrambling at the grass—a scant few inches from the blade’s handle.
Flexing toward his limit, Balkazar tangled the very tips of his fingers in her hair, eyes watering at the ferocity with which Silver had set his teeth. But he managed to shove her where he needed her to go. Watched through watery scowl as her fingers tightened around the blade without conscious thought. Just a vestibular reaction Balkazar would use to claim retribution.
With a final jerk, he wrenched her head back, adjusted and got better purchase on the scruff of her nape. Gave the cum-drunk little bitch back to his brother and watched him slam into that sloppy puss once more. He’d never known Silver to be so thoroughly taken by Canicule. Never seen his brother lose all sense of reason—enough to set a fucking claiming mark to another Alpha male, of all things! But then, they’d been beyond the Krust for some time. They all had. Including her. And this was no ordinary Canicule. This was no ordinary Omega bitch.
When Balkazar claimed her slender forearm and pried the knife from her delicate fingers a moment later, none of it mattered. Not the claiming mark now set to his skin. Not the pinch and ache of his sack bound inside his pelvis. Nothing except cutting himself free, which he did with gleeful abandon. Heedless of any danger.
The Alpha twins spilled from the net, Silver to continue his rut, though now he crushed the little bitch to the earth as his massive Alpha body pounded her into the dirt and stretched her to the limit. Balkazar? To claim retribution.
Retribution he aimed first at his brother.
Snarling, he tackled the other Alpha. Dislodged him from that frothy honeypot and fought for the right to breed. Fought like he never had before. But to battle one such as Silver was a risk few could endure. With the advantage of logic and momentum, Balkazar sent Silver tumbling to the ground. Was on him before the other Alpha could pull his dick from the dirt and think to fight back.
He didn’t mean to mark his twin. Hadn’t intended to set his teeth in a mirror of the marks now speckling his shoulder—and he certainly hadn’t intended to mount the other Alpha. Hips flexing, cock twitching in the cage of his leather breeches, they were kept separate even as they crossed a line never crossed before. But the urge to dominate overcame him. Utterly.
But with a final shake, he managed to tear himself away. Knowing that their bloodpact was irrevocably shattered and something… else had taken its place. Something born of submission and compromise. Something utterly abhorrent to both of the Alphas wound tighter than that female’s twitching quim.
And with the very last of his willpower, Balkazar turned searing blue eyes upon the Omega female he intended to keep.
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Renegade knew the instant she fucked it all up. Felt a flutter of purest terror for one blinding instant as the Alpha with two perfect eyes—blue, and so she’d call him until she learned his name—advanced toward her. Stripping off his leathers as he neared, freeing a cock that strained and jerked as he licked his packbrother’s blood from his lips. She knew how vulnerable she’d made herself the very second those Alphas tumbled free—she could see it in the way his muscles bunched with dominance. Could see it in the blood that trickled down the front of his chest and painted three of his six tiny, male nipples red. It’s source? A claiming mark meant for her.
Scrambling back much too late, Renegade tried to escape. Made it as far as the Beta males she’d left by the bathing pool before she felt hands on her skin. As Keever had done, the blue-eyed Alpha tossed her into the cool bathing pool with a breathless snarl.
And as Keever had done, Blue plunged his fist into the water and found her seeded, soiled pussy. Cleaning her out of his brother’s jism, the big Alpha finger-banged her. Hard and fast. Palm mashing her engorged bean until she began to move with him beneath the surface. Pussy tightening around pumping fingers, easing the way with a flood of fresh slick.
Howling his rage at being forcibly submitted, the other Alpha—the one with the ruined eye—tackled his brother. The clash of titans crashed into the black Beta, waking the dark male from his stupor with a startled yelp. Her favorite one. A moment later, their tussle woke Keever too, and as one, both Betas cowered back from snapping teeth and bunching, straining muscle.
Naked flesh bounced and waved. One Alpha totally without his clothes, the other having bared only his meat for the express purpose of fucking her. Of breeding her. Claiming her. And there was nowhere she could go. No way she could slip by them and escape, for that she’d even stood had drawn the attention of those well-fucked Betas.
Ignoring the danger, they approached her. Pupils black as coal, cocks leading the way, they were utterly lost to the Canicule, and so it was that the Alphas lost interest in battling each other. Instead, they turned the battle on their Betas. Hackles raised and bristling, each seized a handful of naked flesh and hurled the lesser males from their presence, denying them another chance at her pussy or throat until they’d been satisfied. Until they’d… finished with her. For as one, those twin Alphas turned their attention upon her.
Renegade shivered, taking a half-step back. Pussy elevated above the surface of the water, thighs glistening with slick, she tried to retre
at. But Blue merely reached across the pool and yanked her off her feet with a fist full of her mane. Pulling at her like she was an untried kit, he hauled her from the water and set her against his burning flesh, dick dripping precum between them. Smearing it across her belly, a single word came from between clenched teeth. Hardly audible through the ever-present growl. “Nest.”
Caught between a whimper and a snarl, Renegade did the only thing she could—lashed out and sent her fist soaring toward Blue’s new mating mark.
The one-eyed Alpha caught her wrist, protecting his twin though only moments before they’d been at each other’s throats. “Care to try that again, Omega?” Teeth bared, he pulled her top-half closer, leaving Blue’s hands to wander toward her nethers while he was content to snuffle at the spot beneath her left ear. “Take us to your nest. Now.”
Thick fingers plunged into her depths, squelching and squishing as they wriggled in an abundance of slick. With a gasp, she tried to push away and ride those playful digits at once, a breathy, “Names?” bursting from her lips. Almost a plea.
Any good Alpha would have granted her what she wanted. Might have courted her before trying to stake a claim. Unfortunately, there were no good Alphas beyond the Krust. There never had been.
Throwing his head back, the one-eyed Alpha tasted the air. Nose turning toward the narrow entrance to her den, he smiled. All teeth, for he’d found her nest without issue or assistance. And when he turned, it was to watch his twin pull slick-coated fingers from her pussy and lick himself palm to fingertips. Not to be outdone, the one-eyed Alpha claimed Blue’s fingers for his own—and sucked her juices off the back of the other’s thick knuckles.
“Come, brother,” he said, one pupil expanding, the other fixed. “Let’s breed our new little bitch.”
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