by L. V. Lane
I eased closer, and her amber eyes lifted to meet mine—lust with an edge of vulnerability. Her fucking vulnerability would be the death of me. I still didn’t understand it, but the ache in the center of my chest, the one that had been plaguing my days and nights since she left, told me I had to try.
I eyed the nest. Either it was growing on me, or my dick had taken control. Yes, my dick liked what it represented. Drawing closer still, I got in nice and close so she could smell the pheromones my body would be pumping out, and offered my gentle Alpha rumble. I wanted to smother the nest with my scent…and her…and her in it.
I wanted to destroy the thing fucking her in it.
I smirked, but it dropped an instant later, and I dragged her into my arms and closed my mouth over hers.
The kiss was aggressive, tongues tangling, and teeth nipping hard enough to draw a little blood.
Her little hands gripped my hair before lowering to my throat. Her nails raked, and caught in the same fervor, I gripped her up in a bruising hold.
The dress was shredded, and she went wild, clinging to me, her teeth closing over my lower lip where she bit and then sucked down.
Tasting the coppery tang of blood, I groaned. My dick was so fucking hard, I was impressed she could find blood anywhere else.
A veil was lowering over my world. I don’t remember how we got there, but I was kneeling on the side of the nest, and she was straddling my thighs.
My head began pounding, my stomach cramped, and pain radiated outward, turning into pinpricks that reached all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. A hot wave of alarm settled over me. This wasn’t a normal rut.
Gripping a fistful of hair, I jerked her away, and our eyes locked.
I blinked, trying to work out what the fuck was wrong. Lights were flashing before me, and the world had taken on a swimming quality. I was hot and giddy enough to be drunk. Blood was pounding through me so violently, I thought I might blackout.
Her hungry gaze settled on my throat, and her head lowered so she could press her nose into the crook of my neck and sniff. I growled softly as she pressed little kisses against the side of my throat. I’d seen her do this with Ethan, and it drove me fucking nuts watching her get all needy like this with him when the fucker was making me wait. The kisses grew stronger, little bites and sharp nips, and I was powerless to deny her anything.
I felt her teeth a split-second before she bit.
A sharp gasp escaped my clenched teeth. I’d been stabbed before, several times. And the pain that assaulted me was a lot like being stabbed.
Instinctively, I cupped the back of her neck.
Then I heard her swallow.
“Ah, fuck,” I muttered. I gripped Lilly tighter, holding her in place as I felt a pull inside as she sucked my blood out.
A hot sensation rolled through me, straight from my savaged throat to my dick.
She was drinking my fucking blood like I had done to her—gulping, biting and frantic with her need. Sucking at my throat, she fumbled between us, tugging impatiently at my belt so she could get to my dick.
“Hush, babe,” I murmured, getting the two of us deeper into the nest. A deep rumble emanated from my chest, and it calmed her a fraction. The pounding in my skull had eased the moment she torn into the vein, and sexual imperative had taken its place.
Her lips lifted from my throat. Blood poured over my chest in sticky rivulets that soaked into the collar of my undershirt. Pressing fingers to my throat, I pulled them away to find them covered in blood. I ripped my shirt over my head; it was getting in the fucking way.
Blood covered her chin and left a smear down her chest and over the side of her tit. I lowered my head, taking half the plump mound into my mouth and sucking hard. Her frenzy had infected me, and I sucked kisses up the column of her throat, before pinching her face between my fingers and thumb so I could take her mouth in a punishing kiss.
We fell upon one another, hands searching and bodies writhing. My mouth lowered, kissing her throat, and back down to her tit where I closed over her nipple and sucked.
“Please! I’m so hot.” My mouth popped off as she flipped me onto my back. Where the fuck had she learned that little move? She got my buckle undone, and half the zipper down—my dick was barely out before she was trying to impale herself on it.
“Fuck.” I shucked my trousers past my hips, and she bounced herself down with a strangled cry.
Gripping her hips, I ground her down as hard as I could. Her pussy was like a furnace engulfing my cock; nothing felt as sublime as an Omega in heat.
Ethan’s growl penetrated the lust-fueled frenzy, and I stilled. Lilly stilled, then glanced back over her shoulder.
I growled back, and Ethan stopped dead at the violence in my tone. If he tried taking her away from me, I would go full psycho on his ass.
Ethan must have sensed my resolve because he didn’t come any closer. She turned back to me, lowered her mouth to my throat and bit again, rolling her hips as she did.
Fuck…I was about to be beaten bloody by Ethan, and all I cared about was the hot pussy enveloping my dick and the rushing euphoria that accompanied her taking my blood.
My trousers were caught around my hips, and I jostled her about as I kicked them off. It wasn’t easy while she was riding my cock and sucking blood from my throat, but I managed.
Through half-lidded eyes, I saw Ethan reach for his throat. He might have been the first one to fuck her back on Tolis, but she had taken my blood first.
Distantly, I knew that turning my back on Ethan was a bad idea, but the rut was upon me, and rational decisions were slipping from my grasp.
I rolled, taking her under me, and closing my fist around her throat; I lost myself to the rut.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
I PROWLED AS Ryker fucked her. I’d been ready to fuck her on the floor of the pit, so I was in wonder at my restraint in not ripping Ryker off.
I’d experienced an Omega in heat before, but I’d never actually watched it.
I’d never watched Ryker fuck her either, so this was a new experience all round.
Seeing them together like this was a lot like losing my mind.
He’d had his hands on her, his fist in her. She’d sucked his cock like it was a special gift more than once under my direction. But I’d never seen him stuff her tight pussy with his dick.
The knowledge that I could take her away from him any time I wanted helped to steady me.
He was granted temporary fucking rights.
I granted myself permission to enjoy the show.
And it was quite a show.
Pulling myself back from the brink earlier had been an exercise in personal control. My body and mind were teetering, and I hung onto that dangerous edge with the tips of my fingers. The center of my chest, the same place Ryker would rub absently, was aching, like a vise compressing me from front and back.
He had a hand wrapped around her throat, weight braced on his other palm planted beside her head, and knees splayed wide as his hips slammed in and out. He was a strong, muscular Alpha, and she was tiny under his bulk.
Tiny, helpless, and controlled.
He would knot her soon and fill her with his cum.
Might even breed her.
She groaned; a deep, sensual sound that reached into my soul and tore it apart. Her hooded gaze met mine, and the last of my control snapped.
Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I ripped Ryker from her.
His roar was pure animal. I answered the same.
He landed against the wall with a satisfying thud. A heartbeat later, he was crouched, and snarling a challenge, launched himself at me.
We fought.
We had fought before on many occasions since we’d been allocated as Lilly’s Controllers, but this time was different.
We pounded into each other with fast, vicious intent. Even in my rut-fueled mania, I recognized we would not stop until one of us was unconscious or dead.
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br /> Events unfolded in a blur. Inhuman growls and snarls filled the air, along with the meaty thuds of fists connecting with flesh.
“Don’t!”
I paused, distracted by the tiny hand and warm body pressing with surprising force against my chest. Ryker was leaning against the wall before me, face bloody, breathing hard.
We were both bloody and breathing hard.
I wanted to kill the bastard, but a softly curved, naked body was blocking my way. Her tits mashed against my chest, the nipples hard and erect. For a diminutive Omega, she had deliciously rounded tits.
“Ethan. Please don’t.”
Her voice was slurred.
Meeting her eyes, I snatched her up and tossed her back onto the nest. Then I punched Ryker one last time, and I made sure it was a good one.
I stalked back to the nest.
Then stopped a pace away.
She was waiting.
Presenting.
Hands and knees, ass up high and head low, and her little body trembling with need.
Waiting to be fucked.
Desperate to be fucked.
Her thighs glistened with her slick, and the air was heavy with pheromones.
Her scent, his scent, my scent. The together scent.
Giving Ryker my back, I crawled over the mattress buried under a chaotic mountain of pillows and blankets, and circled my arm around her waist. My cock was so fucking swollen it ached, and I could feel the burgeoning knot itching at the base. “You’re going to take my knot,” I said.
She jerked in my hold.
A dark grin spread over my face. I fisted a handful of her soft, pale hair and shoved her face into the bed…just as she turned feral.
Using her nails, she attacked, raking over any part of me she could reach while bucking in my arms.
A fighter; I did love a fighter.
I gave her a shake, knowing it would drive her higher. Sliding my hand over her waist, I got my fingers all over her hot, wet pussy.
“You’re going to fucking take everything I give you.” I handled her roughly. Gave her enough slack so she could fool herself into thinking she might get free. Then I tightened my hold and pinned her against me before letting her fight again.
“Ah fuck,” Ryker said, his glazed eyes on what I was doing with the writhing woman in my arms. He was standing dangerously close to the nest.
I gave him a warning growl as I stuffed my fingers into her slick pussy. She snarled, clawing at my forearms, chanting, cursing, begging, then cursing again.
“You’re going to scream with pleasure when I knot you,” I said, giving her another rough shake when she looked like she might be tiring out. Finding a reserve of energy, she thrashed wildly, trying to throw me off.
I pulled my fingers from her slick pussy, leaned back, and slapped her ass hard enough to elicit a squeal. She tried to twist away, I yanked her back by the hair and slapped her ass hard again.
My human intellect was slipping away and the primal animal waking up. Lilly wanted to be dominated; was demanding that I do so to prove myself worthy. Every little twitch of her body, every little gasp, and the sweet scent of gathering slick told me what she needed.
A little sob of defeat passed her lips.
I yanked her head back and growled in her ear, “You want my cock? Better make sure I know it.” I flipped her onto her back and planted the hand still fisting her hair into the soft blanket. She whined and writhed, letting her legs fall open.
Ryker dropped to his knees. But he didn’t try to touch.
I played with her, taunted her, fisted my cock, and told her I was still deciding if she was going to get my knot. Her fingers rubbed over her engorged clit, gaining ever-greater franticness when it offered no relief.
And I let her.
Cold and detached outside. Burning hot and committed inside.
She wriggled beneath me, begging and pleading. Fisting my cock, I pumped slowly, keeping it beyond her reach and tormenting both of us. My heart pounded in a heavy, erratic pulse, and pressure built at the base of my skull. I would have her cowed, by whatever means were necessary. I roared as I came, splashing hot jets all over her stomach and tits.
Her cry was one of bitter disappointment.
“You left us,” I said, gathering her hands and pinioning them above her head. “Left our bed without permission.” Scooping up cum, I pressed my fingers into her mouth. “Such an eager little Omega,” I smirked as she licked greedily, straining to get more, lathing and sucking my fingers clean. My smile dropped as I replayed the nightmare of waking that fateful morning and finding her gone. “Left, without my fucking permission.”
I scooped up more cum, holding it out of reach and enjoying the way her lips parted on silent, breathy gasps.
“You’ve been disobedient.” I smeared a little over her lips, and her little tongue came out to play. “And have called our control into question.”
She recoiled at those last words, shaking her head as her feverish eyes found mine.
“You’ll need to be punished.” She shook her head, no, and this time she jerked against my hold. “I’m going to need to make sure you leave this room controlled in a way that leaves no doubt in anyone’s mind.” I pinched her nipple cruelly, twisting it and tugging it until it distended further, before tormenting the other side. Her scent rose higher, and a thin sheen of sweat covered her trembling body. Slick smeared the tops of her thighs and I trailed my fingertips lightly through it. “Extreme Control.” My fingers squelched as they pressed into her tight sheath. “And the deviant kind of fucking a pretty princess shouldn’t know about, let alone experience.”
Ryker growled in soft appreciation.
I dragged her from the bed by the hair. And sitting on my haunches, mashed her face up against my aching cock. Her hands gripped the shaft, and her mouth closed over the length. With a tight grip on her hair, I plugged her throat with my cock and held her there.
Her hoarse, choking sounds were music to my ears, and her claws raked my thighs. I dragged her off long enough to snatch a breath, then plugged her throat again. “You’re going to fucking obey us,” I said, voice raw as I slipped further into the rut. “We wanted to care for you.” I worked her on and off my cock; slow, deliberate, and brutal. “You’ve forced us to take this course of action.” Before me, was the joyful sight of her mouth spreading obscenely to take my cock.
I wasn’t alone in watching, Ryker was also enrapt.
“You don’t get her pussy,” I said coldly. “But her ass is all yours.”
His nostrils flared, and his dark expression became utterly blank. His body slammed up against hers. Fingers white around her hips as he paused to hold himself still.
“Fuck!” His fingers dipped between her legs, and she whined around my cock, bucking as he thrust his fingers into her ass. She sucked frantically, and the itch at the base of my cock became a mass of writhing nerves. The knot bulged, and my cum spewed down her throat.
I held her still as it poured out. My mind turned to white noise, then strobed between reality and a forest dreamscape. I gripped tighter on her hair, still flooding her mouth with cum. Her gargled scream echoed in the room and in the forest. Ryker growled, and I felt her mind splinter in shocked, raw pleasure as his cock penetrated her.
The world was warping in and out, I lost the last semblance of control, dragged her mouth from my cock, and pushed her backward into Ryker’s arms. She hung limp between us, her mouth caught open, and her face contorted in pleasure.
Her hot pussy opened around my cock as I thrust deep. Our bodies became an ungainly tangle of limbs and slick skin. A guttural cry escaped her parted lips. My second thrust saw the knot seated, and I came again.
The forest—The room—The forest—The room.
It cycled back and forth with dizzying speed. Her pussy, obscenely tight with two cocks filling her front and back, gripped and milked us. She bit; small teeth sinking into my throat. The pain was enough to render me temporar
ily blind.
Light flashed.
I bit her; Ryker bit her.
And a connection popped into place.
Me, Lilly, Ryker.
Three entities. Separate and distinct—and yet, one.
The pleasure that consumed me was white and burning hot.
It belonged to all of us.
We rutted, gluttonous, and barbaric in our quest for more of the addictive pleasure. Sweet blood filling our mouths and flowing over our bodies.
The forest—The room—The forest.
Warm. It had been so long since I felt warm. I had been lost in a dark place, full of violent monsters, but it was over now.
“Keep still.”
Ethan’s voice stirred me, and I tried to lift my head. So tired. I was on my nest laying between them, and I was safe.
The war god and the movie star.
The savage and the psychopath.
And they were both deviant to the core.
“Keep fucking still,” he growled.
The words did not register for the longest time since I was trying to work out where I was and how I had come to be here.
The fight, the flush, the heat, and the blood.
The heat.
I am in heat.
I shivered. Animal instincts were tearing down my mind and my defense.
A dark, twisted pleasure skittered along my spine.
Conquest.
It wasn’t my conquest, I felt. It was Ethan's.
Possession.
It wasn’t my possession, I felt. It was Ryker’s.
That aching place in the center of my chest became an expanding light. A collage of images assaulted me, depraved scenes of me on my hands and knees, welts coloring my ass in vivid red, and hands far too big and rough to be mine, gripping marred flesh.
It wasn’t my image, it belonged to Ethan and Ryker.
“You’ve been very disobedient,” Ethan said, voice a soft rumble. “But the welts will have to wait.” He chuckled at my harshly drawn breath. How did he know? “Don’t worry, Princess. I will get to that—I promise.”
He rolled me onto my back, his big body coming over mine and a rough hand closing over the front of my throat. Ryker had turned to his side, fisted his cock, and began to slowly pump as he watched.