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by M. D. Pentacles


  Easy prey.

  Before either of the two interloping Alphas could redouble their attack, or do more than shout their useless commands, the Feral’s teeth were buried in Beta fur. Gnawing. Forcing his mark into male flesh, no matter the instinctive decree that this was wrong. That such a thing just wasn’t done, for should he decide to fuck this Beta into submission, it wouldn’t matter how hard he tried, nor the amount of sperm he pumped into male bowels. There would be no litter of kits emerging from this newest conquest.

  The perverse thrill of wrong saw the Feral’s dick swell. Dribbling at the Beta’s back as he thrashed and howled. Trying to reject that which was already set and sealed.

  When it was over, and the Beta could no longer fight the Feral’s claim, the bigger male chuffed. Submitting his new subordinate with a furious demand for supplication that was obeyed at once.

  “That’s impossible,” the one-eyed Alpha whispered, his face streaked with dirt. Stinking of fear for the first time since he’d come across the Feral breeding the Omega he’d thought was his.

  “No,” the little female cooed, licking at her palms. “Not impossible. Perfect. So perfect…”

  “Omega! Renegade, step away from him!” the Alphas ordered. Speaking together. Unable to tear their eyes from the Feral standing over their Beta. “Come!”

  “Did,” the female replied. Her throat and chest vibrating with her dainty purr. “Came so many times. So good…”

  The Alpha twins growled, trying to cow the female slurping up Feral sperm with cupped hands.

  “Enough,” the Feral snarled, cracking his neck. Protecting his property with bristling mane and flexing muscle. Tail fluffed up and raised in blatant challenge of the sad, broken males who’d been docked and mutilated. Who couldn’t stop their pack from being taken, one by one.

  Males insufficient for a female like the one he’d caught and tamed.

  When next they charged, the Feral was ready. He’d been ready since first hearing their distressed calls for the female who’d run and left them enslaved to the Canicule. Catching the one-eyed Alpha about the middle, he pulled back, and let his momentum carry him straight into the trunk of a massive tree. Dazzling himself with a mighty thunk. Leaving only one. The Second, whose blue eyes were wide with fear and rage.

  This time, the Feral didn’t wait, but initiated the charge himself. Was met with the clashing flesh of an Alpha who knew his efforts here were useless, but attacked anyway. Desperate for the clenching, milking cunt soiled by half a dozen other males.

  The very thought of his property being touched by another—or several others—sent the Feral into a possessive rage the likes of which had not been seen since the time of the ancients. Taking one of the Alpha’s burly forearms in his massive hands, he spun the other male in a wide circle. Throwing his balance off, stopping only when the other stumbled and tripped. Landing face-down across the back of the very female he’d tried to protect.

  She yelped, sprawled beneath them both. Crushed beneath the weight of two snarling males fighting over her juicy pussy.

  It was an offense the Feral couldn’t tolerate, no matter who was to blame. Bellowing a roar into the challenger’s ear, he set vicious teeth to the Alpha’s shoulder. Shook his head to set the claim, and forced his hand down the other’s pants. Jerking the ties keeping the garment intact, he tore them free. Pushed at the leathers until the globes of a tight male ass came into view. Pressed against his swollen, engorged groin and and churning balls.

  All the while, his female looked on. His mate. Squashed, yet breathing, she watched as the Feral claimed another of her pack.

  Tangled mess of midnight dark hair and Canicule-black eyes, his mate began to purr. Stretching forward to lick at his face, his cheek, even while his teeth remained set and his fury demanded he force the other male into submission.

  A thing as perverse as it was necessary.

  But all that mattered to the Feral was the approval thrumming in his mate’s chest.

  Chapter 13

  “Please,” his female—his… Renegade—gasped, squashed beneath the weight of two Alphas. “Do it.”

  The Feral roared anew, gave his opponent another savage shake. Setting a claiming mark gone bone-deep. Unable to tear his eyes from those of the little female purring and moaning under another male’s flesh. Separated from that perfect Omega cunt by a male who needed to know supplication, or face death.

  Torn between the urge to assert dominance or to ravage his insatiable mate, the Feral got lost somewhere between both. Fisting that mighty prick, he set the dribbling helm to tightly puckered anus, and pushed. Eased by the copious, oozing precum pouring from his tip, he speared into a tight ring of muscle that hadn’t been prepped. Making sure the lesser male felt the burn and stretch of submission. Of spreading for a true Alpha with no other lubrication than the slippery pre of a bigger male. A better male.

  It wasn’t about pleasure—at least, not for the one whose asshole had to yield—for nothing could compare to the cunt he’d pumped full of potent sperm only minutes before. It was the rush of forcing another to submit. With nothing more than his strength, his unbeaten prowess in a fight, his… cock. Feeling the crush of flesh unused to such treatment, the Feral was thrilled by the muscles straining to flee. Straining not to damage the female who’d ensnared them all. His female.

  The Feral growled through his teeth, hips snapping forward, only able to bury the first third of his aching cock before he ground to a halt. Almost dry. Precum leaking into those clenched bowels eased the Feral another few inches in. Eyes locked on the dilated black of the female beneath him.

  Writhing, the pierced Alpha grunted. Too proud to do more than that, but unable to stop the little sounds of strain or the flush of sweat slicking the skin beneath the Feral’s lips. Against his cheek.

  “Yessss,” the Omega hissed, worming her hand between the press of the Alphas above her. Pausing to tweak at the only two nipples that weren’t trapped. Moving toward that sweet pussy—and what was surely the heated swelling prick of the other male, for in exposing that tight little asshole, the Feral had also freed the other Alpha’s cock.

  Fury seeped through his blood, driving a spurt of cream to burst from his tip. Allowing him to sluice through the other male’s entrails with ease. It wouldn’t be long, this session. This adventure into homosexuality he was enjoying heartily. Not with his female purring, doing something lewd down where he couldn’t fucking see. Not with the other male grunting and moaning, flexing around his girth in time with pummeling hips.

  But this was not for the defeated male to enjoy—it was to be endured. Suffered until the Feral was done with him and ready to move to the next. The stronger one he’d left dazed at the foot of a tree soaked in slick and semen.

  And still, his female purred. That dainty pink tongue licking at his cheek, at the spill of bloody drool running down the other’s chest. Nibbling at the corner of his mouth, panting, “Fuck him, my Alpha. Fuck Balkazar and claim my pack as your own. Shove that thick cock into his tight little asshole. Make sure he knows who to bow his head to.”

  Snarling, the Feral redoubled his effort. Pushing himself closer to climax. Abusing that resistant hole to suit his primal need.

  “Please, Alpha,” his mate cooed. Licking at his ear. “Make me cum for you, my Alpha. My mate.”

  The Feral could feel her left hand working between her legs, either milking the other male’s sperm into her cunt, or trying to spray slick over cock and balls she’d already claimed as hers. The contradiction saw the Feral’s taint flex. Kicking that first gush of frothy white into an anus. A male’s anus.

  “Hnngh,” the Feral grunted, and appeased his mate. Sent a pleasure-laced chuff through his nose as his cum pumped from balls drawn high and tight, watching his Omega’s eyes roll back as she convulsed beneath them both. As he sprayed into the bowels stretched around his girth while ecstasy whipped through blood and brain. He didn’t release
that claiming bite. Not until his balls were drained and his female could draw breath.

  When it was over, the Feral stood back. Still hard. Virile. Utterly dominant, he withdrew from that soiled asshole with a sluuuuurp, and a pop, before rolling the other male with the tip of his boot. The Feral grinned, and milked the last drops of sperm from his shaft just to watch the pearly ropes splatter his new pack brother’s groin. Pleased beyond all reason to note that his was the only fresh cum in the dark curls surrounding a semi-hard dick.

  Kneading at the beginnings of a new knot, he allowed the defeated Alpha to crawl away. Head bowed, eyes on the forest floor. Totally owned. Squeezing the flesh bloating at the base of his dick, the Feral turned next to the one-eyed male, only now beginning to rouse.

  But he was stopped by the most unlikely of the lot, and one the Feral hadn’t noticed at all until the fierce little male was clinging to his shoulder—with a knife buried in deep in the meat. Scraping at the bone.

  His mate’s eyes went wide, hands raised in unspoken plea for mercy before she’d uttered a word. The action seemingly unintentional, for she bit the next words off before they left her mouth.

  With a grunt, the Feral reached over his shoulder and seized the delicate male by the scruff of the neck. Leaving the knife where it was, embedded in his muscle, as he inspected the creature who’d inspired mothering instincts in his wildling female. Holding him to dangle above the earth, thrashing and fighting. While the fight was perhaps not harder than his bigger packmates, he did it with more heart.

  Even so, the Feral couldn’t believe what his nose was telling him. Leaned in with head tilted to the side, he sniffed at this one’s mane. Breathing that unlikely scent deep into the seat of his gut. Exhaling it on a satisfied, rumbling purr.

  Tongue lolling, cock spurting, the Feral Alpha grinned, and said, “Another Omega.”

  Chapter 14

  Laughter, deep and rumbling, came rolling from the Feral’s lips. What fortune was this? To have not one Omega, but two. A male and female.

  The potential to breed more.

  Scenting the delicate male’s scruff, the Feral licked at the salty skin. Omega skin, so deeply marked with the aroma of fear that the Feral began to purr. Trying to soothe the vicious little breeder no matter the blade in his shoulder nor the defiance still glimmering in his eyes.

  It was a puzzle, this… willful attitude in Omegas out here. In the wild lands. But… it made a certain sort of sense, given just how harsh the conditions were for an Omega beyond the Krust. They’d have to be exceptional, or succumb to another’s rut. Beaten to death by the pummeling hips of Alphas lost in the scent tickling the Feral’s nose. His tongue.

  “Mmm,” the Feral purred, and licked at the Omega male’s cheek. Scooping up a spill of tears, of all ridiculous things. “Your name?”

  The little thing scowled, both hands trying to pry the Feral’s grip loose from his mane.

  But the Feral would tolerate no such disobedience—not from a single one of the mutilated males spread before him—and turned the Omega male to look upon the soiled mess of his packbrothers. “Speak,” he said, and put the Omega on his knees, “or know the submission of your fallen Alpha.” Taking his weeping prick in his free hand, the Feral smeared a blend of precum, spent seed, and the blend of forced sex across the little one’s cheek. Knowing the threat of taking that monster prick in so delicate a body would be enough.

  “Sickle,” the Omega male whispered. Eyes squeezed shut. Terror oozing through his pores.

  The Feral’s purr redoubled. A reward for obedience easily given. “Sickle. Little Sickle.”

  “Please, sir,” Sickle said, not stupid enough to pull away from the pulsing cock leaving a glistening trail from one cheek to the other. Across the bridge of his nose. “Mercy, sir. I beg mercy for my brothers.”

  “And the female? What of her?”

  His mate grinned. Midnight black hair mussed. Thighs shining with the evidence of a Canicule satisfied for the time being, but not extinguished. Crawling toward him, she mewled. Nose wrinkled. “I want to keep them, my Alpha.”

  The Feral paused. Watching her, and only her as her naked ass dipped and swayed. Girthy organ pulsing and flexing between his thighs. Dripping with the need to be buried impossibly deep within her walls once more. The look of purest adoration reflected in her black gaze made the decision for him. That, and the tug of a newly formed mating bond imprinted on his shoulder.

  Stroking the mousy brown fur of the Omega male kneeling before him, the Feral straightened. Towering over the lot of them, he said, “Come—” he pointed at his boots, and the Omega pair clinging to his calves, “—sit.”

  The first two who obeyed the command, were the two males already marked with his claim. An Alpha with an asshole stuffed to overflowing with Feral sperm, and the dark-skinned Beta who hadn’t needed the hard edge of a cock to know when he’d been beaten. A warrior, through and through. They knelt without making eye contact, showing proper respect.

  Next to show deference, were the two Beta’s who’d been dropped by nothing more than his chuff. As if they’d never heard the tone and pitch of true authority before—a notion that pleased and puzzled the Feral Alpha all at once. Leaving only the one-eyed Alpha male, still scowling directly into the Feral’s golden eyes.

  The defiance saw his knot bloat, filling with blood and molten rage, but the Feral didn’t offer a growl or the power of his chuff to ease the submission. No. He waited—and milked his knot as he returned that insolent glare. Knowing the unspoken threat of stuffing the Alpha full of a knot like that would win him over in the end. Unlike Omega females, Alpha’s weren’t meant to take a knot of any size.

  But when his mate stood, dripping cum and slick, she turned not toward him—but the one-eyed Alpha.

  “Silver,” she hummed, smart enough to reserve her purr for him and him alone. “Please. Come.”

  Chest still rumbling, the Alpha didn’t move. Didn’t so much as blink for three full breaths. But when his mate extended her hand, still shining with the evidence of her breeding, the Alpha relented. Seemingly unable to deny the female whose teeth marked his shoulder.

  When that last Alpha knelt, the Feral didn’t grant mercy. Didn’t stop his low-thrumming growl until the other bent his head. Displayed the proper respect and bared the soft spot at the back of his neck. It wasn’t until those conditions had been met, that the Feral spoke again.

  “It is my right,” he began, fingers twisting in the silky mane of his newest Omega, “to kill you all for daring to touch my mate.”

  Silver growled, and was immediately silenced by the heavy hand of his dark-skinned packmate. “Please, Alpha. Calm.”

  “HE IS NOT YOUR ALPHA!” the Feral roared, sending them all to cower. Prostrate. All except his mate. His Renegade. She, the perfectly vexing woman, began to purr. Soothing the killing rage and making his balls swell with the need to seed. “I am your Alpha,” he continued, calmer now. “I have decided to keep the pack that could claim two Omegas. Your reward is greater than the sum of your miserable lives. Greater than you could ever imagine.” Reaching for Renegade, he pulled his mate to his right side. Omega male cringing at his left. “In bowing to me as your King, willingly, we shall rebuild our nation as we were always meant to be. Undisputed rulers living as we were meant.”

  Though he could not lift his head, the unbroken Alpha spoke. “There is no king beyond the Krust. You will never unite what society casts off. You are one man.”

  At this, the Feral grinned, plugged two fingers into his mate’s seeded cunt just to feel the squelch of cum. His cum. “I am Giaus, and I am your King!”

  The declaration and the rasp of thumb over swollen bean, send Renegade into orgasm. Mewling on his working fingers, she sprayed the earth at his feet with the addictive scent of an Omega female in heat.

  “How?” Silver asked, head lifted by the twitching female flesh gripping and sliding on Giaus’ thick finge
rs.

  Giaus grinned, withdrew from that perfect pussy, and said, “Trax. You are all infected with Trax.”

  Chapter 15

  Giaus watched seven pairs of eyes go wide. Most were blackened by the Canicule—all but the two Alpha’s bending necks, for no matter how hard they’d been submitted, an Alpha’s pupils never swallowed their iris as was seen in lesser males. Even so, that they were acknowledging his claim for absolute dominance—however begrudgingly—was an aphrodisiac the likes of which Giaus had never known.

  It was a thing he’d never give up, now that it was his.

  But even Renegade, his willful, wildling mate, began to stink of fear. At the notion of being infected.

  “The Trax of old killed more often than it didn’t,” Giaus said, voice a deep rumble of words over gravel. “Devastated packs and sent civilization running from the old ways. To hide behind the safety of their technology. Using the Trax as a threat to keep citizens in check for fear of being exposed to a killing fever. To madness. They were blind,” he growled, and tugged Renegade closer. Licking at his mark on her nape. Ensuring her infection took root. “They are still blind. Unable to truly see.”

  “What don’t they see, my Alpha?” Renegade asked, turning in his arms. Presenting his mark, no matter the fear billowing off her skin.

  “They banish us for wanting more. Dock our tails when we go against the grain of rule issued by weak men hiding behind silver walls. Deny the old ways in favor of their pathetic gadgets. But that won’t save them now. Not anymore.”

  “Your tail isn’t docked,” Silver said. Surly. Almost sulking. “You’re not one of us, Feral. To have a tail beyond the Krust is to be born beyond the Krust.”

  Such an argument was exactly what Giaus had been waiting for. “I was banished for killing the man who raped my mate to death.”

  Silver sneered, though it was with a glare pointed at the sex-soaked detritus and not the massive Feral holding court. “Lies. That is not a banishing offense.”

 

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