Renegade scrambled back, mirroring him for a moment. Heart pounding. Breath coming short and wild.
Why? Why wasn’t he… why was he just sitting there?
The Feral grinned—sending ice through her veins.
He wanted her to run.
He wanted to hunt.
Renegade didn’t need telling twice, or at all, really.
Without a second glance, she fled. Ignoring the way her pussy lips squished, or the tingle settling into all six of her nipples.
The hunt was on.
Chapter 5
Running and dipping, Renegade sprinted. Liberated of her jacket, arms swinging, the Omega turned back. Ran toward a pack for the first time in her life. Needing the protection that came with being a pack-bitch, and even going so far as to hope Silver and his Alpha-twin were furious with her for shucking them. If there was anything even resembling a chance that she could be free of her Feral hunter, it would be a pack of six enraged males. It would be the foolish hope that they’d be able to turn their anger for her, onto him and do what packs did best.
Protect.
She didn’t have the chance to do more than hope.
Pacing her—easily—the Feral loped alongside her for the count of five, then struck. Boot lashing out, he tripped her. Tangling his foot between her ankles with the sort of grace that should have been impossible for one born beyond the Krust. For a Feral.
As it was…
She landed hard, again, but this time skinned her palms against a beefy pine tree on her way down. This time she landed flat on her back, blinking up at the canopy above. Dazed.
The Feral snarled, pouncing. Landing above her on all fours, his matted mane hanging all about his face. Teeth bared in a wild grin, he panted. Heating her cheeks with gusts of exertion and arousal.
But he wasn’t growling. Wasn’t purring or asserting himself as her master, and so Renegade was free to fight this Feral Alpha. Free to kick and scream and bite at the massive male hovering above her. Caging her with muscle, throbbing testosterone, and gleaming white teeth.
“Get off me, you big, dumb brute!” she hissed, breathing through her mouth to avoid inhaling his pheromones. Shoving at the great slabs of man beneath her torn palms.
He caught her wrist. Pressed his nose to the broken skin speckled with little spots of crimson, then laved her palm from wrist to fingertips. Never breaking eye contact as he tasted her. Grinning a wolfish grin as if… as if he knew he could be infecting her with Trax… and he was doing it on purpose. As if he understood.
But that was truly impossible. The whole of their civilization had retreated behind great rivers of magma to live within the Krust, all to avoid the potential for infection. To avoid becoming the eighty-five percent of those stricken who didn’t recover. Who lost their minds to the Trax, and were now little more than mindless beasts satisfying immediate urges with no thought to the concept of ‘future’. To say otherwise was… it would undermine everything they knew about the Trax.
Chilled, Renegade jerked her bleeding palm from his massive hand and slapped the Alpha who didn’t know to purr. Showed him that Omegas, too, had teeth.
For a moment, he was still. Did nothing but pin her there with his golden eyes and cage of manliness. He blinked, just the once.
“Get off me, Feral,” she growled, tucking her knees between them. Readying herself to throw him off. “You are unfit.”
He grinned—nostrils pinched, pupils narrowed to tiny dots of black—and caught her about the throat. Cutting off her air, he squeezed. Tipping her head to the side to grant himself access, the Feral tasted the second Alpha’s mark. Balkazar’s mark. The one on her left shoulder.
Ignoring her attempts to heft him back and her claws sinking into his wrist, the massive Feral Alpha took his fucking time. Tasting the evidence of the other males at leisure as she squirmed and struggled beneath him. Helpless. Utterly so.
He didn’t ease up. Not when her vision began to blacken, or when her pounding fists landed with ever-lessening force. The Feral Alpha allowed her to breathe when he was done with scenting her. Flattening her with dominance so inherent, she hadn’t a chance of denying him.
Giving her a final vicious shake, he released her. Sat back on his haunches with bottom balanced above her pelvis, tail flashing and wagging over her thighs and shins.
And then he began to growl. Catching her gaze, his chest rumbled so deep, she couldn’t have said whether or not it was actually some sort of broken version of a purr. A Feral’s purr. Couldn’t have done much of anything but melt. Unable to even raise her arms in defense when he hooked his fingers under the collar of her shirt, and pulled. Tore the black fabric down the middle and exposed all six points of her nipples to inspection.
Enslaved to that dangerous rumble, Renegade did the only thing she could think of, and arched. Pressed her teats toward him, her dainty hands finding purchase on his thick, spread thighs.
He ignored her.
Stuffed one hand down the front of his tattered pantfront, and pulled his engorged, dripping cock forth with no ceremony whatsoever. And yet, when Renegade tried to look, tried to see the beast that would either ruin or enslave her, he laced his fingers about her throat once more. Shifted to his knees and milked his dick just out of sight. Denying the Omega on the cusp of Canicule.
Seeing to himself, first.
Enraged, Renegade thrashed, bucking beneath him—but it only spurred him on. Saw him vocalize his dominance with an ear-splitting roar, and with it, the onset of his climax.
Too quick by half, the Feral Alpha spilled. Splashing her nipples and belly in hot ropes of cum, he shuddered. Eyes losing focus, fingers tightening in rhythmic bursts, he came all over her. Coating her skin in pearly strands of seed. Fucking his fist as his tail rose in arrogant, unspoken claim.
But though his forehead sank, and his lips graced the spot marked with Silver’s teeth, the Feral did not set his teeth. Instead, he finished pulling at himself, leaving them connected with a single rope of sticky sperm before releasing her throat. Before scooping up a palm-full of his spend and painting the skin not marked with his scent and seed. Kneaded his scent into her flesh until it began to dry.
Only then did he tug at her uppermost nipple. Giving it a single tweak, as if in thanks for being the object he used to jerk off.
Panting through the final lurching twitches of his orgasm, the Feral fell to the side. Dick still hard—though Renegade merely felt it against her hip before she was up.
Once more sprinting away from the Feral too stupid to take away her option to flee.
He gave her a count of thirty before he gave chase.
Chapter 6
Pressing at the stitch in her side, Renegade ran with torn shirtfront. Bared and spattered with his spending, she gasped as the Feral Alpha paced her through the trees. Allowing her to make a bid for her rejected pack, hopeless though it now felt.
This hunter was enjoying himself. Enjoying the chase.
Her ruined shirt caught on a branch, tangling and jerking her awkwardly to the left. Arms windmilling, she tore free of the garment, snarling, hands trembling. Trying to free herself before the Feral Alpha was on her yet again.
She saw only the gleam of golden eyes through the forest’s gloom before she was rid of her shirt. Before she was sprinting topless mere feet ahead of him. Knowing he’d close the gap when he grew tired of his game. That he’d press her to the earth and bare the rest of her, drink of her Canicule, and be the one to make her cervix bloom wasn’t a threat at this point.
It was a blood-cursed promise.
Feverish, Renegade squealed, halfway between a sob and a hiccuping scream.
And the Feral growled. The sound of his perverse enjoyment sending her three quarters of the way into a submissive puddle on the forest floor. Helpless but to beg for his seed, no matter the intellectual part of her brain. No matter that raising Feral kits beyond the Krust was madness.
Snarling, he vibrated against her spine, wrapped free hand about her airway, and pressed his dick against her bottom. Grinding that thick, unseen meat against her until she felt a tiny spot of cold where his precum had marked her.
Both palms flat to the boulder, Renegade hadn’t an option but to take it. To submit, or risk igniting a legendary Feral temper and the nightmarish consequences that went with it. Though she had yet to see that impressive tool, she knew it would take some doing to make her take it without ruining her forever. Knew he’d need to be gentle or she’d be torn to bits beneath his pounding hips.
“Please,” she rasped, forcing the words out around his clenching fist, eyes squeezed shut as he hiked her arm higher. Shoulder screaming for relief. “Please, Alpha. I’m—”
He abandoned her throat, moving instead for the tight globes of her ass. And, giving her a vicious shake that said very clearly, ‘don’t move,’ without actually saying it, he released her captured, twisted forearm, too. Demonstrated just how much strength he possessed in those massive hands when he dug his fingertips into the leather covering her ass crack. Pinched. Pulled. And split the leather asunder as if it were nothing but paper.
This was it.
This Feral Alpha was going to rut her against a boulder.
Rumbling violence deep in his chest, the Feral took his dick in one hand, slapped it against her exposed ass and pussy, then buried his free fingers in her mane. Wrenched her head to the side and ran his teeth over Silver’s mark. Threatening as he sent his knob skimming over her asshole—but this time there was no considerate Beta male to prepare her to take an Alpha cock in her ass. This time there was no Micha to purr for her and see to her comfort.
“Alpha, please!” Renegade cried, trying desperately to push off the boulder without pushing onto that weeping meat or antagonizing him into tearing her shoulder apart with his claiming mark. “I can’t—you’re too big!”
He huffed, aiming his dick lower, sweeping through her slick cunt. Parting her folds with that blunt heat. Rimming her opening and sending shameful little tremors of aching pleasure through the seat of her belly. And if it hadn’t been for the pure terror and adrenaline pumping through her veins, Renegade knew she’d have been begging for it. Knew she’d have long submitted to the Canicule and given over to this Feral Alpha who had yet to even taste her slick.
Renegade gasped, eyes snapping open with a burst of inspired realization.
He hadn’t tasted her.
Hadn’t submitted to the Canicule as Silver’s pack had done—and in failing to do so, his balls had not retracted into that pelvic cage.
Something wicked glimmered in her eyes as the Feral speared through her molten flesh, neither penetrating her nor hurrying himself. Fucking at her pussy lips languidly. Seeming to enjoy this early stage of rut without bothering himself about rushing—he even paused to tug at his sack, groaning and growling against her nape.
Renegade’s eyes drifted closed once more. But this time, it was to acquaint herself with his lazy thrusts. And when next he was fully extended? Knob mashing at her clit, fingers kneading her hips? She struck. Flung her left heel between his spread thighs and aimed high. For the swinging balls hanging from his tattered pantfront.
She connected beautifully, sending him reeling back with a startled grunt. Leaving her back cool and sticky in his absence, but Renegade didn’t stop to enjoy her minor victory, for she knew. Knew the sort of punishment she’d just earned, and knew exactly dangerous an enemy she’d just bought herself.
But still, she ran. Ass cheeks flashing in ruined leather pants. Exposed and exhausted, she ran.
Chased by an Alpha’s furious howl.
Chapter 7
The snarl at her back wasn’t merely that. It was madness. Feral madness, hot and menacing at her nape. Spurring her to reach greater speeds though she knew this for what it was.
Futility.
A hunt set and matched before she’d even left that soiled den of packmales, fuck-drunk on the arrogance of a night planned and executed to her specifications. She’d meant to have her fill of Alpha cock and be gone before the pack she’d captured had woken to fight over her womb.
Instead, she’d left herself exposed, still aching and tired from a night of wild, bareback rutting. Spreading herself too thin between too many dicks enslaved and addicted to her cunt.
It was a mistake the Feral Alpha had been all too eager to capitalize on.
He might have gone easy on her, had she not felt it prudent to heel-kick him in the sack. Had she submitted to the caste she’d been born into and allowed him to seed her womb.
The very thought saw Renegade return that mad snarl, doubling his ferocity with her dainty Omega rumble.
It was merely another mistake in a long, long list.
A tree struck her ribcage, rattling each and every one of her bones as she fell beneath it. Rattling her hard enough for her ancestors to feel the impact all the way back to the first mutation that saw Alphas, Betas, and Omegas come into being. Head spinning, she could only gape as the felled tree snarled at her. Vibrating with furious tension as he pinned her to the earth.
The Feral’s breath misted her nape. Damp with unspoken threat and the demand for obedience.
But Renegade had never done such a thing for free, and in her blind panic was unable to do so now. Even to save her life.
She bucked back, teeth snapping. Running on nothing but pure instinct.
Giving her a savage shake, the Feral coughed against her neck. Once, twice more before she knew just what he’d done.
A chuff.
He’d chuffed at her, impossible as that was. Like these were the old days before their broken civilization moved away from the wilds. Back when Omegas had no rights and couldn’t stop an Alpha from taking what he wanted, when he wanted, and the entire pack participated in the mating rituals. Watching and fucking along with their Alpha. Ritual that had been extinct for a thousand generations if it wasn’t two.
But there was no arguing with the flood of glossy slick that wet her leathers. Pulled from her core in a gush of wetness, readying her for his girth without active participation from the woman who’d be taking his seed before the sun set on this disaster of a day.
Renegade flailed, hardly able to lift her eyelids, let alone make any real effort to thrash beneath him that wasn’t merely a presentation. A gift to the furious thing spewing rage against her shoulder. But still he didn’t set his mark. Merely pinched her skin and muscle with bruising force, and pinned her there on the forest floor until she went limp beneath him at last.
Drooling on a bed of pine needles and season-old leaves, she whined, trying to press herself to the naked heat against her bared bottom. Cunt drooling when he shook her, snarling another impossible chuff against her cheek.
She bucked, catching the head of his weeping dick. Begging to be speared as tension wound her guts into a tight little ball of fevered ache. An ache that wouldn’t ease until it was stuffed and stretched by an Alpha knob and her cradle was filled with life-giving sperm.
For a moment as she smeared temptation all over his helm, he merely continued to brace above her. Chest to back, he compressed her lungs, but held their hips apart. Giving her nothing to do but jiggle her exposed ass in a bid to take that pole from below.
He let her try. Let her cunt milk at his glans as he bruised the meat around Silver’s mark, punishing her without so much as moving a muscle.
And punishment it was. Agony deep in her belly begged to be stuffed and was denied, making her mewl. Drawing forth a trembly Omega purr that was enough. Enough to see the massive Feral Alpha bellow his triumph. Saw his h
ips snap forward with a single, vicious thrust, and while she was only able to take three fourth of his length, it was enough.
Renegade exhaled a scream. High-pitched and unlike anything that had ever crossed her lips before, she screamed herself hoarse in a single breath. Felt him reach that final gate barring entrance to her womb, and bend against it.
The denial made him chuff anew, coughing the ancient command against her skin as she gushed around that hollow where she was plugged. Without that new surge, she wasn’t sure he’d have been able to withdraw without pulling her insides out, but she didn’t hiss or snarl.
She tried to follow him back.
Tried to keep that monster cock within her greedy walls that needed to be stuffed and stretched and made new.
He picked up a heavy rhythm; plowing into her at his leisure. Each and every time he bottomed out, he beat at her cervix. Neither trying to ply that gate, nor submitting to her and drinking of the Canicule as he ought. No, the Feral Alpha worked her tight sheath at will. Easing back when Renegade mewled for more, and pounding deep as he could go when she cried and begged for him to stop.
Eyes rolling back, Renegade opened to the punishment, lost herself to the degradation of being pounded by this Feral who shouldn’t be. An Alpha too primitive and ruined by Trax to speak, yet held intelligence enough to set this hunt she could never have won.
It wasn’t until her mewling pleas had turned into grunts of over-stimulated pleasure that he relented. Only when the, “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” of a woman taking too much too deep, echoed through the dense forest foliage did he shift his grip. Moving a meaty palm to cage her airway, he fucked her silly as he choked her there in the dirt. Wetting over the waistband of her ruined leathers with the furious slap of his hips against her cheeks. Splashing her with slick and precum frothed by such vigor; icing on this debased cake that used to be a female Omega who dared to call herself Queen beyond the Krust.
When the orgasm started, it was a raw and unnatural thing. A thing that would have been impossible for any Alpha but he, for the Feral had still not taken a sip of her Canicule. Had not prepared her for the rut nor given her what her Omega blood demanded of him—but still she came.
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