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  Sickle didn’t flinch. Merely shrugged. “She won’t. She’s strong.”

  Appeased, Giaus turned his mate once more, and pulled Sickle down. Sandwiching Renegade between Alpha and Omega, before he pushed the lesser male to submit. Toward that pretty little cunt speckled with downy black fur. “Lick her. See that she cums herself awake, and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest imagining.”

  Sickle probably didn’t need the encouragement or the promise. Didn’t need anything but another chance at that sweet Omega pussy, for when he spread her with the flat of his tongue, it was with base enthusiasm. Slurping and sucking, he feasted. Ignoring the heady taste of his Alpha’s sperm, Sickle slid two fingers into her as Giaus watched. Fascinated that he was neither sick with possessive rage, nor jealous that Renegade showed the slightest sign that she might finally wake at the hand of another.

  Giaus was merely… aroused by the sight. As if the little Omega fit right there. Between their legs, obeying his commands.

  When Renegade came, it was with a gasp. For in that moment of blissful wakening, Giaus seized his chance. Filling her all the way to the frozen ring of her cervix, just so he could watch her wide, uncomprehending eyes snap open.

  And what a treat that was.

  Chapter 4

  Gasping, Renegade came back to herself. Mouth filled with cotton and strangled cries of pleasure. Muscles straining beneath the weight of her orgasm, leaving little lightning streaks of pain tracking up the insides of her pelvis. Heightening her senses in a way she’d never known before.

  Her vision sparkled, flicking over tiny, insignificant details. The wispy black hairs framing her face, lurking just outside her field of vision. A rainbow of dust and debris floating on the gentle summer breeze, easily noticed, even in the murky nesting cave. But most pressing of all, was the pulsing vein located somewhere at the back of her left eyeball, for as she gasped and came on that thick spurting prick, it wriggled with each spasm of her fluttering cunt. Distorting what she saw with every ticking beat of a frantic heart.

  A rough hand found its way into her mane, guiding her head down as she convulsed. Chin to chest. Filling her bleary gaze with her mate’s face. Rugged. Masculine.

  Giaus.

  When she could next draw breath, he grinned. Kissed her as he fucked her, and it was some time until she realized that not only was he behind her—for her mate was a massive sonofabitch—but there was another male in the nest. Tonguing her pussy as Giaus took his pleasure.

  “W-What—”

  The Feral Alpha began to purr, kneading at her hip with lips spreading over a wolfish grin. Teeth bared. Golden Feral eyes sparkling in the low light. Riding her hard and fast without so much as breaking a moment of eye contact. It wasn’t long before he climaxed, pressing his knob as deep as he could go. Halted at the sealed, impassible gates of her cervix, his boner bent as it gushed. Overflowing, soaking his knot, balls, and the nest as he emptied himself.

  Panting, Renegade took his seed, going cold even with the tongue still lapping at her parted, soiled lips. Trying to blink through the fuzzy haze of too much sleep, and the wildly clear thoughts bouncing around inside her head. Clarity she hadn’t had since starting the rut… which meant…

  “How long?” she rasped, dainty palms wrapped around Giaus’ forearm as he nuzzled.

  “Seven days,” her mate replied, busying himself with her top right nipple. Kneading its twin. “Too long.”

  She blinked. Shocked. If that was true—and there was no reason for her mate to lie—then her Canicule had ended while she slept. She might have been bred while she slept, and what about—

  No. She wouldn’t think of it. Giaus had planned this sordid mess. Why should she care if he’d been left to clean it up? It was his due, after all. And she would allow him to cater to her whims until she grew bored of being kept.

  Stretching, she tried to push the other male away from engorged flesh grown over-sensitive, and was stopped by the delicate tinkle of chain on chain.

  Her collar.

  Giaus had collared her. It hadn’t been a fever nightmare, then.

  “Sickle,” her Alpha rumbled, lifting her chain with a sadist’s grin. Winding it about his wrist as the Omega male rose from between her legs.

  Lips stained with cream, eyes reflecting Feral gold, Sickle said, “Yes, Alpha?” with lowered gaze. Perfectly respectful to the male who could rend him limb from limb.

  “Take your pleasure.”

  For a moment, Sickle merely gaped. Unsure if the order was a deadly trap, or genuine reward.

  Giaus made the decision for him. Uttering a half-hearted chuff, he lifted her left thigh. Keeping his mate’s leash short, and his prick buried between her nether lips. Reaching free hand down, over her six nipples and jagged hipbone, Giaus spread her between forefinger and thumb. Showing his Omega male where to put it.

  Sickle needed no encouragement after that. Fisting that dainty, slender cock, the little male shuffled forward on bent knees. Rubbing his knob through the frothed mess left by an Alpha, Sickle set glossy helm along the ridge below Giaus’ glans and guided himself between her lips with the press of a thumb.

  “What do you say, Omega?” Giaus rumbled, lapping at Renegade’s nape. At the claiming marks already going white around an impressive scar.

  “Th-Thank you, Alpha. She’s—” he shuddered, eyes squeezed shut, hackles fluffed. “She’s p-perfect—oh, gods. I’m cumming. M-May I fill her, Alpha? Please?”

  Renegade had had enough. She snarled a scratchy, “No!” and bore down on those invasive shafts. One slender, the other monstrous. Both unwelcome.

  Giaus, it seemed, had been waiting for her refusal. Set his teeth to her shoulder without breaking skin, and began to rumble. Broken Feral purr rattling through her ribs, he gave freely what she meant to keep. Commanding his Omega male to, “Fill my mate with Omega sperm. Cum!” The last was an order issued on a chuff. A primal thing that saw little Sickle undone with barley more than three passes of his slender prick.

  Whining, his eyes squeezed shut, Sickle emptied his balls. Each pulsing, shuddering clench sending his sperm to mix with that of his Alpha’s. No matter that Renegade twisted and snarled, held immobile by Giaus’ fist in her mane and his collar about her throat.

  She’d woken in Giaus’ Kingdom with cunt double stuffed, spewing the cream she couldn’t keep and didn’t want. Thrashing and howling as she was bred out of season. And then, with her lips parted on a savage insult, Giaus reached between them. Scratched at her sensitive tail nub with the edge of a blunt thumbnail, and set her brain on fire.

  Screaming, she came. Squirting a violent gush of sperm, slick, and debauchery. Unnatural, her orgasm sent her eyes rolling back and all-but stopped her heart. Legs and spine flexing around male hips, she convulsed. Utterly taken against her will by a thing that shouldn’t have been.

  When it was over, and Sickle had been rejected by the force of her internal muscles, only Giaus remained. Purring that broken Feral purr, he dragged an answer from her heaving chest. Grinning when she began to rumble in submissive answer to his call.

  “S-Something is—” another convulsion wracked her body. Making her temples pound with the beat of her heart, and her face heat with blood trapped by forced pleasure. “Something is wrong,” Renegade gasped, clinging to the wrist marked by chains.

  Giaus grinned around his mating bite. “No, mate. Everything is just as I wish it to be.”

  Chapter 5

  Shaking her head, Renegade denied his claim. Saying, “No, G-Giaus,” with chattering teeth. Struggling to force him out. Trying to stop his torture of her tail nub. “Something is wrong. This—” he worked his thumbnail back into the band of exposed nerves that had never healed quite right. Doing the perverse just so she’d continue to milk his shaft and tease his knot. “This is—” a gasp, followed by a spray of slick that soaked Sickle’s groin. “Will you stop? This is d-different! It feels like you jammed a l
ightning bolt up my ass!”

  Her mate’s purr ceased, only to be replaced with belly-deep laughter. Making his girth kick and jump within her soiled channel. “Such a colorful way with words, my Renegade. You’ll make a fine Queen. Strong and hardy.”

  She slapped at his wrist, teeth bared. “Giaus! There’s something wrong. This isn’t… natural. I’ve never felt anything like this—”

  “Sickle,” he barked, bringing the dazed Omega male out of his stupor with a snap of his fingers. “Clean us.”

  Renegade growled, unaccustomed to being ignored—and by a male, no less. “Don’t touch me, Sickle—”

  Giaus reached between her spread legs, abandoning her poor, tortured tail nub at last. Cupping her mound in a palm large enough to cover her pubis and nudge her thighs further apart. “He’s not yours to command, woman.”

  “I don’t give a single fuck—”

  Slap!

  Agonized pain burst between her thighs, and Renegade bucked, lurching back onto Giaus’ pole. Seating him as she tried to escape the explosion centered directly on her clit—where her mate had slapped her! For a moment, she was too shocked to utter a sound; but it was only a moment. “How dare you—”

  Slap! Slap!

  “Pleasure or pain, it makes no difference to me,” Giaus rumbled, lips rough against her ear. “I merely enjoy seeing you writhe at my touch as you milk my cock.” And with that, he beckoned to Sickle. Winding thick fingers into the lesser male’s fur, then forced Sickle’s lips to the seam of cock sheathed in pussy.

  Buzzing with the tingle of Giaus’ handprints, Renegade relented. Submitting while she was spread, chained, and stuffed. Absent any leverage, but to give her arrogant, asshole mate the illusion that he’d bought a mewling pet with naught but a few teasing slaps.

  But she couldn’t help the way her lips pulled back as Sickle’s tongue found her clit once more. Couldn’t help that her knees flexed, or that she tried to force him out. Chest rumbling with a female growl that warned of her disdain for his attentions.

  Giaus didn’t ease off until she was clean and her puffy lips were stretched once more. Stretched around a dick that should have been exhausted, all things considered. But Giaus was no common male, Alpha or no. He was Feral, and the rules were different in his kingdom.

  “There will be time enough for breeding,” he rumbled, and pulled out. Releasing a flood of mess that Sickle had missed. “Come. We feast.” Standing, he pulled his mate from the nest and went to the mouth of the nesting cave. Omegas flanking him—one dressed in chains, the other absent any sort of dress at all.

  Below them, the other pack males were dressing what remained of Micha’s hunt. A boar, by the looks of the corpse rotating over a healthy fire.

  Renegade bared her teeth. “They’re ruining it.”

  “Ah,” Giaus rumbled, pulling her closer. Stroking at her mane. “My mate wants her kill fresh. Raw.” His chest rumbled with a rewarding purr. Fingers pausing at the collar staining her throat, he gave it a tug and pressed weeping prick to her hip. “A sure sign that you carry, mate.”

  Head tilted away from his touch, Renegade frowned. “Carry?”

  His massive palm dropped south. To the cradle between her hips.

  A chill blossomed along her spine, but she squashed it. Refusing to allow her Feral mate to see the very real fear that he was right. That she was pregnant with a litter of Feral kits. His kits.

  Instead, she followed her most pressing instinct—and turned toward the cooking fire.

  Giaus growled, low and filled with menace. Halting her before she’d begun. Keeping her pressed flush to his side with the collar secured about his wrist.

  Rather than unleash every ounce of indignant fury, Renegade forced herself to smile. Gave her mate a coy little purr, and showed him submission. Gave willingly, so the Feral Alpha might be appeased. Might let her eat after a seven day fast, instead of fucking the submission into her tired body.

  “Apologies, my Alpha,” she mewled, bending her neck to display his mark—hands going to the concave emptiness between her hips. Where his litter might be growing, even now.

  The feminine action saw Giaus relent, almost immediately. One hand wrapped around her nape, he crooked a finger at Sickle and claimed his seat at the fire. Directing both Omegas to sit at his feet, Giaus reached into the flames, heedless of the licking heat. And with his own hand, tore off a hank of warm, still bloody flesh, and presented it with a purr.

  “Feast. Fill your belly with strength and give me strong, healthy young. From your womb,” he continued as she gorged herself, “a kingdom shall rise.”

  Renegade sneered into her meal, shifting onto her left butt cheek to avoid the lightning rod her tail nub had become. Like fuck she was going to breed an army of Ferals. But she held her opinions strictly in check, for there would be no running from her mate. No slipping his leash and fleeing into the beyond while she didn’t know the rules. No. The smart thing—the only thing—she could do, was wait. Bide her time until she knew the rules of this kingdom in the beyond, and strike when she was sure of victory.

  Giaus didn’t allow the others to eat until Renegade was stuffed and sated. Until the little Omega female slumped at his knee—coated in grease, blood, and bits of bone—was half asleep and emitting a dainty purr. Unaware of anything but the lure to sleep once again.

  Yet even in sleep, Renegade protected her tail nub and the distinct feeling of wrong that sparkled up her ass and through her bones every time it was touched.

  Chapter 6

  Giaus’ fingers wound through his mate’s silky black mane. Fur he himself had brushed while she lay wasting in their nest, even with his knot stretching the pretty lips of her cunt. Twisting dark fur around his middle knuckle, he gazed at her. More familiar with her in sleep than as a mate, no matter how many times he’d bred her. That her body demanded of his, even while she slept, was natural and not a thing she could be held responsible for.

  No, Giaus had infected her knowing the cost. Had willingly done it, for he alone knew what the rewards would be. He alone waited with restrained excitement for what was to come.

  But she would be the first Omega infected with his superior strain of Trax.

  And she would be glorious.

  Smiling, Giaus continued to pet his mate. Watching as his pack devoured their kill, he took note of their familiarity. Of their silent hierarchy and easy relations. A thing he’d never known before, but for his mate, it was a thing he’d learn to endure. For the future of their species and the empire Giaus intended to raise, pack life was an unfortunate necessity. Not everyone could endure, as he could. If it had been easy, the rest of them wouldn’t have gone running to hide behind the Krust.

  But as he sat there, watching his stolen pack fill their bellies, Giaus considered. To these males, he was superior in every way, except one—they were all infected with the same strain of the Trax virus. Soon, the Alpha twins would begin to show the signs of Giaus’ mutation. Becoming larger, faster, stronger. And most of all, their urge to dominate all who dared to enter their territory, for they were Alphas, first. After they’d finished their evolution, Silver and Balkazar would challenge his rule. Try to claim his Renegade for themselves—unless he could devise a way to earn their loyalty as well as their obedience.

  “Do you hunger, Alpha?” Silver asked, shuffling forward. Presenting a hank of choice meat, though Giaus could see the price of so submissive an action. Could see the toll it took on the Alpha he’d forced into submission.

  And he relented, surprising none so much as himself. “No,” Giaus rumbled, and stood. Leaving Renegade passed out on the soil, he snapped his fingers at Sickle. Saying nothing more until his Omegas were bound up in each other. Snuggled and warm. Only when they were settled, and all eyes were on him, did Giaus speak.

  “I have said we shall build a kingdom,” he began. Pacing around the fire in all his naked glory. Allowing the other males to see the prick t
hat still shone with her juices. To watch his muscles flex and bunch beneath the Trax’s subtle markings—stains they would all share, in time. “I have said that together, we shall conquer the beyond. Raise an army and claim what was taken from us,” he growled, making eye contact with all but his mate, for it wasn’t a female’s place to worry herself with war games and strategy. No, her job was far more important than all that. “To do so, we need numbers. Females to care for the young and to breed more. We need resources. Food stores to last the winter. We need many things to tame this wilderness, but first,” he continued, “we need a fortress.”

  Micha tilted his dark head, frowning. “Alpha?”

  “There are packs,” Giaus said. “Packs of roaming Ferals. True Ferals. Mindless beasts who’d sooner tear the flesh from Renegade’s bones, than care for a vulnerable, pregnant female.”

  As one, the pack males looked to their queen. Eyes wide. Nostrils flared as they tried to detect the scent of an expectant Omega.

  And, in spite of the possessive snarl building in his throat, Giaus allowed their curiosity. Cock twitching to life at the thought of asserting himself before these lesser males. “I have named them Ferine, for they are lost,” Giaus rumbled, hackles rising. “They are to be killed without reservation, for whether it is an Alpha male, or Omega female, they cannot be saved.” Giving them a moment to hear the dominance he’d layered into his decree, Giaus watched them. “Every male who brings me a Ferine head,” he said at length, giving his prick an idle tug, “shall be rewarded.” Giaus turned, pausing to let his eyes wander over his prized Omegas. Tail standing high and proud, no matter the words about to leave his lips. “Before we take the citadel, we must cleanse our home of infection. For every Ferine trophy you bring me, you may attempt to court an Omega of your choosing.”

  Chapter 7