I come on a roar, pinning her roughly to me, my mouth watering for the taste of her blood. But I will not bite and claim her. Not until her heat, and not until she bites and claims me.
The little Omega surprises me, for as I embrace her to me, dumping load after load of cum, her small teeth find my shoulder and bite. She growls over me. My cock spurts another heady rope of cum as I realize what she does. I cup the back of her head, rocking my hips and glorying in the sting, and the closeness hitherto unknown to me, courtesy of the knot. My chest feels full like it cannot contain the potent emotions coursing through me. I press my lips to her hair, utterly beguiled by her cute little growling and savagery of her claim.
I can no more resist the pull to claim her than I can stop my dick from filling her hot cunt. My lips skim lower, nuzzling the side of her throat where the claiming mark is found. She gasps, pussy spasming around me as my teeth break the skin. The coppery tang of blood fills my mouth, and my inner beast howls.
Mine!
Distantly, I know I’ve yet to find my place with Hawthorn, that I must yet rut her in my beast form, and that only once she has been rutted by me thus through a heat will she be bound to all parts of me. Yet it remains a sweet taste of joys to come.
As the knot softens, I lick the sting from her throat, purring in a wild rumble that vibrates through my whole body.
“Can I have a go now?” Brook’s words stir a chuckle from me.
“Aye,” I say. “If the lass is willing, you can.”
I watch her eyes light with interest as she nibbles at her lower lips.
No sooner do I ease from her warmth and stumble from the bed than the two brothers crowd around her. Her legs are drawn open, and they trace her weeping cunt, thrusting fingers in around each other as they explore.
“Goddess, her little pussy is ruined,” Brook says, fingers plunging wetly in and out, face enrapt as he watches what they do. “I bet I could fit my whole hand in here. It will feel so good rutting her like this before she tightens up.”
She groans. I see three of his thick fingers pressing inside her gaping hole. Caden fills her with another three.
I draw a ragged breath in as Caden pushes Brook aside and rolls above the lass. His hips thrust and her gasp tells me he has just filled her up. The wet, slapping sounds as he ruts her are absolutely filthy.
“I can’t fucking wait,” Brook says. “I’m going to come all over the bed if I don’t get inside her soon. Can I put it in her ass?”
“No,” Caden says, voice terse. “You can wait for your fucking turn.”
Brook groans as though in agony.
I chuckle. It is poor humor on my part to find amusement in his discomfort, but the pair of them have made me suffer through their rutting for weeks, so I don’t much care. Swiping a hand down my face, I glance down at my cock, which is rising once more to attention. One thing is certain, I shall never again be bored.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Hawthorn
I HAVE NOT traveled far into the northernmost duchy of Hydornia, when a patrol stops me and demands to see my papers. All six men are decked out in the shiniest plate and leather armor I have seen. Their horses are proud, sleek beasts with equally shiny horse tack. The senior guard’s helm is complete with a white plume. How the fuck he keeps it clean, never mind the impracticality of such nonsense, is beyond me.
I hand over my papers for the man to inspect. Agreements are in place between Hydornia’s many kings and our one king, but this is not my homelands, and I experience nerves. Not that I fear dealing with a few men and Betas, but more that I’m desperate to reach the pass for Blighten lands before winter snows close it, and I will suffer no delay. There are already frosts of a night, and the sun brings little warmth even in the middle of the day.
“We have been awaiting your arrival. Lord Aremis seeks your presence with urgency!”
They are very fucking flowery here; it takes a bit of getting used to.
“I have urgent business of my own,” I say. “I need to make the pass before snow arrives.” I’ve no quarrel with these men, but my thoughts turn murderous at the prospect of a delay. I should have been there weeks past, but the only ship I could find was a trader, and it stopped at every fucking port along the way. Then there was sail damage, and they put to shore for a fucking week.
So many weeks of travel, of trying not to think about the consequence of failure. I closed my mind to the fears that seek to incapacitate me. But I’m close to my fucking limit and ready to snap.
The plumed bastard in charge gives me a wary look. “The pass is closed, my lord. Snows arrived last week.”
I growl as a thick coil of rage near chokes me with its potency.
The six man party looks on, horses unsettled by my Alpha rage. Over the past weeks, I’ve existed in a state of smothered terror at my impotence to do anything useful as I journey toward Blighten lands. My time soldiering in the Imperium Guard taught me to bury fears lest they disable me from doing what needs to be done. But it has been challenging, and at weak times my mind has wandered into fear for my sweet, willful Omega and the two lads who I’ve bonded as younger brothers.
“My lord,” the plumed one
