For a moment, it seemed Sickle wouldn’t submit. Appeared that he’d push the matter further, and need to be submitted. But Balkazar caught the Omega’s shoulder, and said, “We shall be conscious of the Queen’s condition, brother. Go. Tend the child,” he said, stripping to reveal an engorged, angry cock. “She needs an Omega’s purr.” And with that, splashed into the heated pool.
Kneading his knob, Silver watched as the other Alpha scoured the muck from beneath his fingernails. Watched as Balkazar dunked his head then clawed at the blood that lingered in his matted fur.
Racing to finish his bath first, Silver realized with a start. Vying for position, for privilege to mount the Queen first.
Balkazar grinned, standing. Shaking the sullied water from his body, the other male left the bathing pool. Pausing only long enough to whip Silver in the face with the length of his new tail. A blatant challenge that couldn’t go unanswered.
Deciding that he’d soaked long enough, Silver lunged after the male who still bore his marks. Sloshing water everywhere, he seized their prized severed head and barreled past Balkazar, shouldering the Third out of his way.
“My Queen,” Silver rumbled, stepping over the prone form of the sleeping Beta female still taken by the killing fever, he knelt at the edge of Renegade’s nest. Ferine head caught between his nails by the shaggy, stinking fur still clinging the scalp.
Renegade went still. Shocked, and forgetting her battle with the chain, she gaped at their prize. Mouth hanging open.
Silver purred, pleased that she should be struck silent by their obvious success. “A gift for you, my Queen.”
“A gift…” She took a cautious step, nose wrinkled, face pale. Chains clinking as she dragged them in her wake through furs and pelts saturated with her mouth-watering scent. “Under the moons,” she whispered, poking the exposed bone of that leftmost cheek with the very tip of her forefinger, “why would you bring such a thing into my nest?”
“We killed an infected Omega for you, precious Renegade,” Balkazar said, kneeling at Silver’s side. “And saved a kit from the wilds. A female to add to your brood.”
Renegade laughed, hackles rising. “You brought me a kit?” she asked, voice rising with the beginnings of what Silver could only image were an episode of… hysterics. “And what, pray tell, would you have me do with it? A kit.” She laughed, but it was a sharp, ugly thing. “I don’t want these kits,” she hissed, poking at her own flat belly. Clawing at the base of her tail, as if the spot bothered her. “And I don’t want some lost suckling thing who needs a mommy! Get out!”
Rankled, Silver set the head on the edge of the pit. Plucked an already sodden fur from the pile, scrubbed his hands clean, then tossed that fur over his shoulder. Turning at last to make eye contact with the dainty female who dared to reject their efforts.
Was she not Omega? A female with the spirit of a Queen, who lacked the mothering instincts that were her due. By the fires, even Sickle had those instincts. Gloried in the task of caring for the Beta female Renegade refused to tend. That very female lay unconscious in the nest, a scant few paces from where Renegade’s feet stomped.
Silver growled, showing teeth.
Giaus was their Alpha. He’d shown it in every way possible—with that, Silver no longer had quarrel. Even respected the great brute to an extent he’d never felt, given that Giaus had returned their tails. But when it came to Renegade, his precious mate and her wildling spirit, the King was soft indeed.
What Renegade needed, Silver decided, was a firmer hand.
Settling into his role as Second, Silver’s good eye gleamed as he glared down at his Queen. And, hackles rising, he took a step. Heavy prick leading the way, his chest began to rumble—not with a soothing purr. Oh no, for that was not what the Queen needed.
He growled.
Renegade hissed, crouching low. Preparing for battle, the fierce, silly thing. As if the Alphas before her had never seen battle. As if they weren’t, even now, littered with weeping wounds and presenting balls heavy with battle-lust that would find release in her precious, seeded cunt. Whether they found her willing or forced their way through the gates of nirvana.
Silver shook out his mane, sending water droplets flinging in all directions. Never taking his eye off her face, for he knew the sort of damage those sharp claws and pointed teeth could inflict.
But he was an Alpha.
And though they’d been buried by a stronger male than he, she still bore his marks, too.
He waited, watching as she came to terms with the stink of dominance perfuming the still air. As she watched him fill out his impressive height and own the nesting pit in Giaus’ absence.
He struck when she blinked.
Caught her chain in the heart of his palm, and jerked her toward him. Sent her crashing to her knees in the pelts at his feet, and buried his fingers in her fine, silky hair—making mockery of the battle-prize she’d refused.
“What—” she hissed, wrapping fingers about his wrist. “Get your hands off me!”
“Hmm, no,” Silver returned, ratty tail flicking lazily back and forth. Reaching down with his free hand to stroke himself, though he was sure to keep the tip away from snapping teeth.
Her eyes gleamed Feral gold the instant before she retaliated—and Silver was ready. Caught flashing claws and answered by hauling his Queen up by the roots of her hair. Spun her and wrapped a protective forearm about her middle, he trapped her hands in his left, then took the opportunity to breathe her in. Luxuriating in the scent of a gravid female, and a Queen, no less. Letting the powerful pheromones overtake him, he began to thrust between her ass cheeks. Using the dribbling precum to lubricate his way.
Renegade snarled. Cursing and spitting, she thrashed against him. Working his cock between her cheeks, she writhed. “Get away from me, Silver!” she spat, shredding his forearm to ribbons. “Get your hands off me, or I will open your belly and fill my nest with your entrails!”
In spite of the pain, Silver’s eyes fluttered closed. This. This was what he’d been missing. Dominance over a female worthy of his attentions—no matter that he had to share her with the others. Oh no. Forcing it made it all the sweeter, didn’t it? He released his grip on that fine, black mane, and took weeping prick in hand. Set it to her unprepared opening, and paused.
Relishing the moment, yet careful of her delicate condition, just as Sickle had demanded.
“Silver, you sonofabitch,” she said, forcing the words through her teeth. “When Giaus discovers what you’ve done—”
At this Balkazar dared a sinister chuckle. The Third rising from his knees to stand before her. Stroking himself. “Giaus knows, sweet. Who do you think gave us incentive to go on the hunt? Who else could offer such a reward for braving the wilds to slay one of his Ferine.”
Chapter 9
For a moment, there was nothing. Nothing but the slimy drip of Silver’s cock pressing at her too-dry opening. The sounds of heavy breathing, and the inner workings of Renegade’s mind.
Oh, there was fury, too. And the sour bite of injustice, of course.
But there was also… appreciation for the colossal asshole her mate was down deep, at his very core. Right in the heart of his marrow. It made sense, if she forced herself to think like a Queen. If she thought of the position Giaus had found himself in—a loner with a pack who dared to call himself King? With very few resources at his disposal, designs on the Citadel, and no army to make it happen? And only one female?
Sure. She could see why he might offer her up as reward for his soldiers.
What else did he have?
Besides… what better offering might he have made to her? She, his Queen who’d come with a pack of six chasing her through the wood. She who’d sampled each and every one, drunk deep of their seed and found herself wanting more.
But most of all?
Renegade was not a victim.
She was Queen in the beyond, and these were
her males, each and every one.
A slow, easy smile spread across her face. A smile so sinister, so powerful and dark, that it slapped the smug grin off Balkazar’s face in an instant. Sent him stumbling back half a step, cock bobbing with his retreat.
It was a smile Silver couldn’t see.
Growling at her nape, lips brushing the deep ridges of Giaus’ claiming marks, Silver pushed her face-down into the furs. Taking the base of her tail in one hand, her chain in the other, he settled his weight over her legs. Trapping her there in her nest.
Forcing her open and pliant with his leverage on her tail, he dipped his tip into the gathering moisture, and said, “You’re going to take it all, Omega. You’re going to take it deep as it can go and cry when you can’t take my knot.”
Her response was a wordless snarl—neither a denial, nor a command for him to cease these attentions and leave her be. She let him interpret as he would, and freed herself from their battle of words. Let her eyes flutter shut as a dominant male in rut lathered her in attention—the way her mate hadn’t since she’d caught a litter.
Tail still clenched in his fist, Silver’s thumb began to explore. And, passing over the tightly puckered ring of her asshole, he pried her pussy lips apart with the ball of his thumb.
Every buck and twitch and moment of resistance saw pressure added to her beloved tail—that gift from her mate. The walking enigma so confident in his claim to her, that he’d allow another Alpha to touch her so. To mount and fuck her, no matter that the window for breeding was closed. Bolted shut to all but her true mate who hadn’t attended her since he’d planted his seed.
But Renegade couldn’t bring herself to hate Giaus for it… oh, no. Not when Silver began to thrust. Not when the one-eyed Alpha hauled back on her chain, and sank into her depths. Stretching and filling, he let his weight carry him home. Bumping up against the frozen ring of her cervix with a gravely grunt of pleasure.
“Such a hungry little slut,” Silver cooed, and spat on his shaft. Using his thumb to work the extra lubricant around the base, he helped her take all she could. Worked those stretched lips until they began to swell with arousal. “That’s a good girl. So tight,” he groaned, and began to withdraw. “So perfectly tight, aren’t you? Doesn’t matter how many of us stretch this pretty cunt. It’s like the first time”—he grunted, sluicing through her folds in earnest now—“every fucking time.”
“Hurry up, brother,” Balkazar whined, kneading his shaft. Working his balls. “I want her. Need her.”
“Take her throat,” Silver returned, and pressed at her untried opening. Making her asshole burn, he added a dash of pain to the rising, forced pleasure taking root in her pussy.
“Yes,” Renegade hummed, smirking up at the Third as best she could with her face pressed into the furs. “Take my throat. I dare you.”
Balkazar hesitated, eying Renegade as that glossy helm flashed between clenched fingers.
But it was Silver who laughed. The Second sheathed himself, and said, “If she won’t willingly take you, brother, then we’ll have to use force. On your back, Third.”
Balkazar’s grin returned, and with haste, the Alpha flopped down beside the unconscious body of Camille. Jerking himself off as he waited. One leg strewn over the Beta female’s hips.
Taking it upon himself, Silver began to fuck Renegade in earnest. Drilling into her cunt with the fervor of a man unaccustomed to taking his time, or focusing on the pleasure of the vessel he used. He saw to himself.
For her part, Renegade focused on breathing. Lost herself to the snapping hips and clenching fingers, and allowed the aggression to wash away her stress. No matter her pride or wildling spirit, the blood in Renegade’s veins was that of an Omega. The violence of forced submission got her off in a way like nothing else could—her cunt was wet with the slick to prove it. Splashing her thighs with sticky lust every time the edge of Silver’s knot teased her already stuffed cunt.
Howling, Silver picked up the pace. “So wet for me,” he growled, setting his teeth against her claiming marks. Playing with the scars… threatening to make more… “Your pussy is hungry for this cum, isn’t it?” He grunted, biting down without breaking skin. Sweaty cheek pressed against her skin. “Needs to be filled and plugged with a fat knot, doesn’t it?”
He was going to cum. Renegade could sense it coming, could feel it in the way is knot bulged at her entrance. The trembling muscles of his abdomen, his forearms… his ragged breath, and of course, the cock that grew hard enough to scrape at the back of her pelvis with each selfish thrust. And she said, “You aren’t a match for my mate,” just to land a blow to the Second Alpha’s pride. “Only he can knot me now.”
And then she bucked when he faltered, throwing off his rut and ejecting the Alpha’s cock right before he emptied himself in the pussy Giaus had claimed. Making Silver falter as he worked to unleash his battle lust, she stole his orgasm. Fought his efforts to return to that perfect warmth and spoiled his fun so she might get some for herself.
With a Feral snarl of rage, Silver lifted the Queen by her hips and forced her to straddle Balkazar. Waited only long enough for the other Alpha to set his tip between her lips before sinking into her once more. Leaving no space for the Second to join in the stretch of swollen, slippery flesh. He merely continued to rut. Balls slapping Balkazar’s shaft. Slick making the slapping flesh clap and squawk.
“Brother,” Balkazar whined, licking at Renegade’s shoulder. At the spot where he’d been bold enough to set his claim before that claim had been erased. “Please…” Eyes squeezed shut, Balkazar began to thrust against Renegade’s clit—and she could smell just how close he was. Caught the scent of precum as he smeared it across her mound, and wet the top of her pubis.
With a mighty snarl, Silver planted himself once, twice more, then abandoned her altogether. Seized Balkazar’s cock in a grip tight enough to strangle, and guided the Third into Renegade’s pussy.
Pushing her hips down with his free hand at the base of her spine, Silver forced her to take as much as she could. Slapped her ass when she tried to push back and relieve herself, then took her tail in his fist once more, and jerked it as if it were his own cock. Making her spine flex and arch beneath him, he set her blood afire with jolts of unnatural pleasure. Making her ride his pack brother as he watched.
Screaming, Renegade came. Hips bucking wildly, internal muscles trying to dislodge the unworthy dick that wasn’t her mate’s, she tried to force him out even as she soaked his nuts and the furs beneath.
Balkazar’s fingers dug into her hips as his eyes rolled back. Guiding her on how best to milk the cum from his balls. Trying to force his knot between her lips, even though he knew it wouldn’t take—not while she was pregnant, for her body was dead set on protecting those fragile kits secreted away within her. But knowing that she’d never be able to take his knot without being able to breach her cervix didn’t stop him from trying. Didn’t stop Silver either, for that matter, as the dominant Alpha put a little more weight into her hips. Apparently intending to force her down all the way. Prolonging her orgasm.
Just as Balkazar stopped thrusting, however, she felt Silver’s fingers slide between her legs. Felt the Second tug on Balkazar’s slippery balls and prevent him from cumming too soon.
And Renegade loved it. Rocking back over the Alpha beneath her, she made sure to let her nipples catch on his coarse chest hair. Stimulating herself just the way she liked it. Taking advantage of the Alphas lost to their rut, just as easily as they took advantage of her. Of her chains and her caste.
This was not tender love-making. This was not begrudging lust coaxed gently into being, but a savage display of dominance tamed only by the station of the males who’d mounted her. By knowing Giaus would not abide fresh mating marks or harm done to his unborn, fetal kits—much less by Alphas he outranked.
No amount of rotting, severed heads or broken fosterlings could grant them that much freedom.
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Silver put an end to her musings with a heavy hand. Slapped her ass and caught flashing tail at the base—irritating the itchy bit on either side, and wrenched it back to expose her asshole. “So pretty, sweet Queen. I long to see you swallow both of us,” he whispered, playing with that tight ring of muscle none had yet dared to breach. “One in each hole.”
“I long to watch Giaus stretch you out,” she retorted, and added, “Again,” just to set him off. Snarling at the series of slaps she earned for such cheek, yet unwilling to give him ground. “Maybe he’ll have Balkazar help him next time? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To take two cocks under your tail…”
“Not half so much as you,” Silver purred, and twisted her right arm behind her back. Set his tip to the already stuffed lips of her cunt, and began to push.
Chapter 10
When Camille woke, it was to the sounds of slapping flesh and breathy grunts. She knew without looking that her Alphas were fucking beside her—she’d been woken that way too many times to pretend at innocence. Could smell the heavy musk of Alphas in rut, and worse, Camille knew what the consequences were of disturbing so vicious a mating session.
They’d take it out on her, if the kits weren’t suckling.
So instead of opening her eyes, she instead tried to roll. Moving slowly, careful to avoid anything young and delicate that might be laying in the nest, and tried to go unnoticed. Tried to remain uninvolved in the sex games, while presenting the most submissive posture she could—forehead pressed to the blankets, palms and bottom up, tail tucked firmly between her thighs to protect her genitals. Eye contact impossible.
A faceless non-entity unworthy of attention, much less the gift of an Alpha’s rut.
“Take it all, my Queen,” a male hissed, voice raw and distorted. Barely recognizable, almost as if… it weren’t her Alpha speaking…
Confused, Camille dared to tilt her head and crack an eye.
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