“Er’it, calm yourself,” Ath’asho began, cut off as Er’it lunged and caught him by the bronzed metal of his breastplate. Launching him out of the tent to tumble through the dry grasses and brittle scrub amid shrieks and cries from the rest of the caravan.
Tor’en did not try to dissuade Er’it. Bowing his head he backed away with swift, nimble steps. Feeling behind him for the flapping edge of the door to find his way out. Hurrying away from Er’it’s feral sounds. Making it outside before Er’it could lose what little control he maintained, the heavy canvas still slapped him in the face as Er’it yanked the door shut, knotting the ties with jerky movements for some semblance of security. Of protection.
That was the sensation wrenching through his spine. The need to keep her away from the prying eyes, the husky tones of another male. She was his, and his alone. Heel grinding against the rough floor, he turned to find the Omega. Locked eyes with her as he sent a hand back, the surge of vivid crimson staining the taut canvas. Leeching over the pale fabric in a crackling wave that illuminated the interior with sunset fires, blocking out every hint of the world outside those rounded walls.
Wide eyed and trembling, she crouched before him with her arms wrapped tight around her middle. Making no move to avoid him, to flee the raw anger that exuded from him in scorching waves, the Omega bit her lower lip hard and waited for him to come to her. Even when he fisted those riotous curls, dragging her to her feet, only a breath of a whimper escaped her resolve. The next sound she uttered a stuttering moan when Er’it shoved his hand between her thighs.
His growl was dark and unrestrained. Calling to the Omega whose slick already flowed in a thick rush from her cunt. Lubricating the three fingers he pushed inside of her without warning, wetting the palm he grinded against her clit.
“You smell different,” Er’it whispered, stealing her breath in a ravaging kiss before she could respond. Swallowing her quiet whine as she bucked against his hand, little fingers scratching at his shoulders while she tried to press tighter against his chest.
Groaning against her lips, he plunged his fingers as deep as they could go. Panted along with her when she tried to take more, her frustrated whimpers racing down his spine to wrap around his cock. So hard it hurt when she ground her soft belly against him and tried to climb his body seeking more.
“No,” Er’it said, the viciousness of his denial lost in the call he voiced at the female with her dazed black eyes. The expanse of starry night brimming with a light all their own, twinkling stars scattered across liquid shadows that sought to drown him.
He roared as he pushed her away. Tossing her across the tent, wiping his dripping hand against his thigh to rid it of her irresistible scent coating his skin. Brow furrowing as she got to her knees and cried out, his clouded thoughts struggling to discern her injury through the haze of lust.
No blood spilled from her flesh, no broken bones made themselves known as she bent double and clutched at her stomach. Dropping to a knee beside her before he realized it, his hands skimmed over her as Er’it searched for some sign of injury. Only those glazed, inky pools and pain great enough to send her forehead to the floor with little feet kicking as she curled around it met his examination.
Eyes wide as the Omega screamed in agony and hunched tighter around her middle, Er’it rushed towards the tent opening. Tearing the knotted cords free, he shouted for help.
Chapter 12 Aida
The pain was excruciating.
Insides pulling and twisting, it was worse even than when Otaso gave her the tainted wine. Wetness poured between her legs, a river of the thick sweetness he called slick. Skin on fire, a strange energy snapped and crackled beneath her skin. Screaming at her to move, to follow the thick musk she knew so well now. Nose tipped to the cool breeze filtering through the hot air of the tent, she scented others.
More males.
None so rich and nuanced as the one she sought, but strong. Power of a different sort that promised to calm the churning heat settled in her belly. They would ease the aching emptiness centered between her thighs if he would not.
Thoughts tripping through the sludgy mire of molten heat and thick pheromones, she moaned as her fingers touched the cool leather of his boot. His pants reeked of her, her slick staining his clothing, his skin. The idea elated her. Insanity making a momentary appearance, she smiled at how her scent marked him. Making him hers. She wanted the clothing gone. Wanted him as bare as she was so she might coat every inch of him in her. To taste herself as she licked his skin to swallow the salty musk of him.
Rough hands grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the pillar of his leg. It wasn’t right. They were not the hands she wished to touch her, not the same flippant cruelty she endured and somehow enjoyed. Aida screamed, thrashing against the brutal strength holding her back. Catching the wild topaz gaze of her predator, Aida bared her teeth at him as he let one so unworthy wrap their arms around her. To pull her against the growing thickness he ground against her bare backside, the stranger’s mouth hot and wet against her throat.
More hands gripped and clawed at her flesh. Inciting a violence erupting through her veins, leading her to scratch and bite.
