Gleaming flesh, bunching, prominent muscles covering a slender female that couldn’t be mistaken for an Alpha female on her best day.
And it all came rushing back.
Abducted by a team of—of all things—organized Ferals. Left inside that hated mating shed to be mounted over and over and over again by their pack Betas.
And Renegade.
Tiny, ferocious Renegade. The Omega Queen with confidence enough to howl and rage about the injustice done to Camille without fear of being submitted. Renegade offering protection. Belonging. Promising gifts beyond her wildest imaginings…
Renegade’s teeth leaving a claiming mark high on her shoulder… The Queen’s scent heavy with gravid hormones, even then.
The Ferals had tormented her, yes. But they’d also… saved her from what was surely a short, brutal life in her former pack.
Whining low in her throat, Camille was torn between scrambling back and inching forward. Wanted to breathe air that wasn’t heavy with the scent of slick and cum, yet wanted desperately to drink from that lewd stream. To lose herself to the strange magic of this Feral pack and know her place among them and take everything Renegade had promised.
Her hesitation drew the attention of the one-eyed Alpha doing his best to pound the other two into the furs. Snarling, the big male caught her by the scruff and dragged her closer. Still brutally fucking the Queen, he forced the Beta female to see what madness he worked at.
Two cocks.
The Queen was being stretched out by two Alphas at once. Enthralled, she watched the glossy, swollen shafts rubbing together. Sometimes alternating thrusts saw them filling her alone, only to be replaced by another impossible girth as the first withdrew. Other times, they stuffed her as one. But always forcing animal noises from the Queen’s throat until she was too lost in orgasmic bliss to speak. Could only whimper and moan and beg for more.
The one-eyed Alpha’s fingers tightened in Camille’s mane as he picked up the pace. Forced her to watch as he worked the Queen’s slick into a lather and plunged his thumb into her bottom.
Renegade came, screaming, wetting all three with a spray of fluids—but still, the Alphas ploughed on.
Pussy growing wet, Camille licked her lips. Hypnotized by the slippery dicks sharing Omega flesh the way she could never take. For Camille was Beta, and Beta females were not made to take such punishment without tearing. Could barely take a knot without being properly stimulated and prepared. It was a thing she’d never know, yet couldn’t take her eyes from.
For the first time in her life, Camille was jealous of another’s station. Jealous of the way Renegade’s eyes showed only white, and of the twitching flail of limbs the Queen could no longer control. She envied even the snarls and groans of the Alphas, for they were just as lost as she.
Reaching between her legs, Camille circled her clit. Shocked by the amount of moisture and how far that little bean protruded from the safety of its hood.
She watched the one-eyed Alpha’s knot expand as he tried to force it into Renegade’s pussy. Took note of the spots of his shaft that were bloodless from the strain of claiming so narrow a passage, and hungered for a taste of slick. Plunging a finger into her weeping cunt, Camille lost herself to their fucking. Bore witness without blinking.
“I—” the Alpha on the bottom gasped, sinking as deep as he could. Knot swelling enough to force the other to take shallow thrusts. “Don’t stop, Silver. Make me cum, brother, ughh—” His fingers went white where they sank into Renegade’s hips.
And in the moment it took Camille to realize he was begging the other male for an orgasm, she crept closer. Relishing the bite of pain at her scalp and the flecks of foamed slick that spattered her lips. Her cheeks. Granting her that taste after all…
“Yesss,” the other groaned, hips lurching and jerking as he dumped the content of his balls into the Queen. “Make me fill her!”
The one-eyed Alpha, Silver, snarled. Stinking of aggression, he rode them both through the duration of his pack brother’s orgasm. Sweating freely, fingers clenched to the point of pain in Camille’s mane, he forced Renegade to take every last drop of sperm from his brother’s dick. Milked him.
And when the other began to shudder, eyes rolling back, Silver forced himself in deep. With each trembling lurch into Renegade’s cunt, his voice splintered around a cry of ecstasy, and Camille knew Silver had reached his limit. Imagining what it would feel like to take each of those powerful jets of cream herself. What it might feel like to know the stretch and feel heat spilling down her thighs…
When the fucking slowed, coming to a twitching stop, Silver pulled out. Making sure Camille bore witness to the white river that came gushing from royal depths, and set his still-dripping knob to her lips. Ordering her to, “Clean it up, Beta.”
Camille didn’t hesitate, but swallowed as much of that angry, engorged prick as she could. Not for the taste of sperm, but for a hint of the Queen’s slick. A taste of the Omega she envied and loved all in one breath.
Growling, Silver’s fingers caught at her tangled mane, while his free hand abused his knot. Squashing it into submission, he rocked her head until his tip popped through the tight ring at the back of her throat. Stretching and relentless, he kept pressing deeper.
Her obedience seemed to gentle some of his aggression. But it was her enthusiasm that saw his length grow thick and demanding so quickly after cumming as hard as he’d just done.
Whimpering, Camille was given no choice but to swallow what Silver jammed down her throat. Coughing and gagging, he controlled her breath until she’d taken him to the root. Until her nose was buried in the nest of dark curls, and his inflating knot threatened to bloom behind her teeth.
But he pulled out, allowing her to gasp as he returned his cock to the mess of Alpha sperm oozing from Renegade’s pussy. Pumping once, twice, before withdrawing again. Before prying Camille’s teeth apart feeding her a generous dollop of Alpha cream.
“Good girl, little Beta,” he cooed. And, hips still, it was his grip in her hair that worked him to full arousal again. Using her throat like a fist, he set her to bob over his length with a hearty groan—then pulled back. Stroked himself with a breathy purr, and disengaged from the tangle of limbs. Lecherous filth gleaming in his good eye. Cloudy lust in the other.
“Missed a spot,” Silver purred, guiding her head toward the mess between the Queen’s thighs. Fingernails scraping at her scalp.
“Alpha, please—”
But the rut took him once more, and Silver snarled low in his throat. An Alpha all the way to his marrow, he pushed at the back of her head until her lips met the joining of his brother’s softening cock and Renegade’s seeded cunt. And, taking her tail in hand, Silver kneed her thighs apart.
Taking aim.
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Silver plunged into the Beta’s pussy without a thought for her comfort. Got off on the idea that he was using her for his pleasure, more than anything else. That, and the sounds she was making as the little Beta feasted on Queen’s nectar. Slurping and whining, she drank his seed with a wild abandon. Latching onto the sodden opening still plugged with Balkazar’s deflated cock, Silver could see her tongue trying to push that cock out of the way. Trying to scoop out as much of his cream as she possibly could.
Growling, Silver caught her tail and redoubled his efforts. Why have one, when he could have two? Surely Giaus wouldn’t begrudge him the use of so eager a female? After all, she could still nurse Renegade’s young while he fucked her.
He felt her fingers pass over his balls. With each hearty slap of his testicles against that Beta mound, her fingers fanned out to cradle. Passing over her clit when he withdrew.
She’d been trained to do this by another. Likely her former Alpha.
Silver growled, deeply appreciative of her initiative. Knowing that she’d coax another load from him with her orgasm—feeling no reason to prolong this session, whatsoever, if she was wil
ling to see to her own pleasure.
Selfishness wasn’t a flaw Silver had been known for, but with this new pack? Where none of the critical decisions were his, and safety for the pack was Giaus’ chosen concern?
Silver indulged himself, for the first time—maybe ever.
Throwing his head back, the Second roared, slapping his Beta’s ass. Twisting her tail off to the side so he could watch her asshole wink. And, trying to decide if he’d continue to treat himself with a little anal delight, he felt his knot begin to form. Knew the Beta wasn’t meant to deal with it, but that she was plenty wet enough to try. Aroused enough that it should be uncomfortable instead of dangerous.
Besides, being locked in a tight cunt for a few hours of orgasmic bliss sounded like the perfect reward for slaying the first—of many—Ferine.
Pushing the Beta’s face into Renegade’s cunt, muffling her screams even before their conception, Silver gathered himself for the final push. Felt his cum begin to slosh as it rose, triggering his knot to bloat.
He forced it in before it truly began to grow. Making room for himself in a Beta pussy not meant for so much. Taking tiny, too-deep thrusts that battered her cervix yet teased his tip just enough.
The Beta’s scream bubbled into Renegade’s pussy, and he felt her go off. Sloppy and garbled, Silver let her pleas go unheeded as she bucked and danced for him, flexing until his knot locked them together. Feeling her delicate internal muscles clench and pinch, trying to suck him deeper.
Welcoming, where Renegade was frigid.
Submission to the Queen’s defiance.
The thought sent his orgasm rocking through him. Making his eyes flutter and a strange, high-pitched sound crackle through his lips. But still, he fucked her. Pumping rope after rope of hot seed into a female whose name he hadn’t bothered to seek, Silver came. Slouching forward, his lips found her shoulder. Eyes clenched shut. Passed over the healing scabs of Renegade’s bite, and for a moment, he nearly allowed himself to fall under that spell.
The rut.
Almost allowed himself to mark the Beta wearing a Queen’s claim, and worse, very nearly bound himself to their stolen nursemaid.
Good sense prevailed, and with a final shudder, he expelled the last of his load. Ratty, half-grown tail held high, Silver planted his seed. Sealed it with a knot.
What he was not prepared for, however, was the dainty fist that found purchase around his windpipe.
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Seething outrage ignited in Renegade’s brain. And before she could employ any hint of reason, she’d caught Silver by the throat in a grip that intended nothing short of an abrupt end to his miserable, selfish life.
Hissing and furious, Renegade allowed her claws to bite at Silver’s windpipe. Seriously considering tearing out his throat in a fountain of gore for the crime of knotting her Beta. Risking a pregnancy with another female when she was Queen, and already laden with young to boot.
Silver’s throat worked between her fingers. Good eye glinting with something dangerous. “Renegade—”
“Be silent,” she hissed, folding her knees to rock forward over Balkazar. To gain leverage over the other Alpha currently locked inside Camille with a knot she hadn’t allowed. The nerve. “You dare to breed another in my nest?”
“Satisfy yourself with Balkazar and leave me to my business, female,” Silver retorted, forcing a threat through clenched teeth, though he didn’t move to defend his vitals.
Wouldn’t dare.
Renegade let her claws dig deeper, amused, in spite of herself and the fat knot stretching out her handmaiden. “And if she catches your seed?” Renegade asked, voice a dainty, deadly coo. “Whose business will it be then, hmm? Who shall raise your unwanted brats? At whose breast will they suckle?” She crawled forward, leaving Balkazar spent and struggling to rouse himself as tensions rose. “I am Queen here,” she snarled, planting her hands on Camille’s back. Pressing the other female flat and submissive beneath her. Where she belonged. “By Giaus’ desire, this is my nest, and the kits brought into this world, sired by this pack, are mine. Blood or not. Unwanted as they might be,” she spat, teeth flashing, fingers burrowing, “they are mine. Do you understand me, Second?”
Still caught in the throws of a knotted orgasm, Silver’s lips moved around words that wouldn’t come. Seemed he’d been struck silent by the fires burning in her Feral gaze. By the command crossing a Queen’s lips. And at length, the best he could do was nod. Sweat trickling down the side of his face, sticking in the rough stubble marking the underside of his jaw.
“Good,” Renegade whispered, and relented. Loosed her hold on his throat and settled back in the furs. Chains clinking. “Now get out. I’ve finished with all of you.”
Balkazar didn’t hesitate to do as he’d been commanded. Offering a kiss that lingered on her nape, and a saucy flick of his skinny, hairless tail. Deflated prick leaving a sticky trail where it brushed her shoulder, her mane.
But Silver—lodged as he was behind Camille’s pelvic floor—could not. He said as much, though she could see how it galled him. So said the heat rising in his cheeks. The flattened mane and limp tail, though his seed still belched into Camille.
This, of course, was what Renegade had wanted. To punish the Second for the risk of burdening her nest with yet more broodlings. Grinning, she stood. Paused to purr for Camille—who had yet to raise her eyes or breathe, for all that the Queen could tell—and dropped to her knees beside Silver.
“Allow me,” she cooed, wrapping slender fingers around his base. Pausing to pass a forefinger over Camille’s swollen clit, then began to crush Silver’s knot into submission. Taking her time to ensure Camille, at least, came through unscathed. For it was not the other female who had ignited Renegade’s temper, and she would not be punished.
Shaking, Silver came again, making Camille whine as her narrow passage was overfilled.
“Please,” the Beta gasped, shivering. Trying to contain all that Silver had to give.
“Shh,” Renegade breathed, easing Silver’s knot back. Stretching pussy lips that had already taken too much. “Hush now, sweets. It’ll be over in a moment.”
Silver trembled, his knot swelling, and without permission he lurched forward once more. Erasing Renegade’s progress. Forcing a generous dollop of cream to squelch out between Renegade’s fingers. “Wait until it subsides and leave me to it,” Silver hissed, taking liberties. Beginning to thrust anew.
Teeth flashing, Renegade redoubled her efforts. Slipped dainty fingers between slick lips, and began to squeeze. Making the Second snarl and shake. Milking his length for every drop yet left in his shaft.
“Mistress”—sweat beaded on Camile’s lower back, her flushed skin trembling at the invasion—“I cannot!”
“You can,” Renegade soothed, and got her fingers around Silver’s girth. Trapping his knot where it fought to remain. And then, keeping her forefinger and thumb locked in a tight ‘O’, Renegade pulled him back. Forced the trapped blood back into the Second’s pelvis, and with an audible pop the knot snapped free—followed by a torrent of sperm that had begun to thicken.
“Vicious bitch,” Silver hissed, fist flying to his abused prick. Jerking himself off to prolong the orgasm that should have been spent inside that captured Beta.
Renegade purred, petting at Camille’s mane as the Beta female trembled in the furs. Still shaking with aftershocks, reeking of terror and failure. And then, placing her foot on Silver’s chest, Renegade gave him a gentle but forceful shove, and sent him tumbling back.
The last of his seed was splashed across his belly. Pooling in the dips and shallows, in the cuts and gashes Renegade wouldn’t be tending.
“Get out,” she said, letting the Beta female sniffle against her breasts. “See if Giaus will tend to your pleasure, if you must, though I rather expect he’ll see to his own, first.”
Silver snarled, dripping cum and humiliation. Bristling at the tangle of female
limbs in a nest that stank of him, but wasn’t his.
“And leave the skull,” Renegade added, eyes glinting gold and oh so Feral. “It was my gift, after all.”
It was only when her nest was quiet and still, when Camille’s soft tears had dried and the Beta was breathing deep of sleep, that Renegade moved to inspect her gift. Nose wrinkled at the stench, she turned the skull with the very tip of her forefinger. Careful not to touch the eyeball hanging by a thread, she made herself familiar with the scent of Ferine. With the tusks and deformities making the creature before her alien and familiar all at once.
Beneath the decay, she caught the scent of Omega.
“Poor rotten thing,” she whispered, thinking of her sweet Sickle. Of herself, too. Thumbs stroking along the exposed dull grey bone. “Giaus would have saved you, had the timing been just a little different. But perhaps…” She turned the skull until the filmy, uneven eyes watched the entrance to her nest. “Perhaps your death wasn’t for nothing.” All that deformation, all that mutated bone-growth had to have a consequence on the body, didn’t it?
Pressing with both thumbs, she traced the bone beneath rubbery flesh. Feeling for something she might recognize. For anything that—
Her thumbs broke through the skull where it was weakest. At the back. Making putrid grey-matter ooze before she distanced herself from the vile thing.
But she smiled, having found precisely what she’d been looking for.
A weakness.
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Camille dipped a rag into the warmth of the bathing pool. Trying to see properly through eyes blurred with grief. By the nine, everlasting fires, she’d only been a member of Renegade’s pack for mere seconds before she’d compromised her standing! Lifting the tail for one of the Alphas? Taking his rut, and right in front of a nesting Queen no less?
She deserved to be docked and thrown out!
Wringing the rag with trembling fingers, the Beta female ignored the discomfort of puffy nether lips. Ignored the sting and burn of the Second’s seed as it dripped down her thighs and returned to the nest. To Renegade. Tail tucked, eyes downcast.
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