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  But when she began to heave—bucking until Konjo was thrown to the side—the Beta male discovered Nirvana. Or so the whites of his eyes would have her believe.

  Again, Renegade sneered, and though she settled astride him with still-trapped knee braced against his chest, she now had the one thing she needed. Leverage. Squeezing, she flexed her pelvic floor, trembling with the effort to deflate his knot and deny him—for his knot was not that of the Omega she’d so easily cast out. It was thicker. Binding them together with a tightly wound ball, stretching her around his base even as he began to fuck her anew.

  The fool! Thinking she’d ride another sticky load out of him. With a dainty snarl of her own, Renegade redoubled her efforts—stopping the Beta from cumming a second time as his knot retracted with a quiet pop! Ensuring his balls couldn’t drop until she was well and truly finished.

  Convulsing beside his Omega pack-brother, Konjo didn’t notice as Renegade abandoned him. Couldn’t comprehend anything past the confusing mix of bliss and tortured denial.

  10

  Keever and Micha stilled together. Watching the Omega female approach. All reddened flesh, ropey black hair, and cummy slick-splattered thighs. It was clear to all remaining pack members this female had a plan, and it began and ended with denying the twin Alphas emitting a near-constant growl—growls that spoke of untold retribution.

  Knowing he’d face what promised to be a life-threatening beating either way, Keever couldn’t help but hunger for her approach. Flaming All-God, he’d already freed his cock while Micha had thrashed above and beside him—that very thrashing responsible for soaking through Keever’s leather breeches with the other male’s precum. To Keever—who loved nothing so much as a ripe pussy—even a little of Micha’s seed on or in him was too much. And so he faced a dilemma.

  To find true release for his poor, confined testicles, he’d have to taste her abundantly flowing slick and submit to the Canicule. But to do that, he had to drink from a well already seeded by two of his brothers. While Keever and his band of brothers were closer than litter-mates, drinking their cum held no appeal whatsoever. Even if it was mixed with a powerful Canicule the likes of which he’d never known before.

  When the Omega slashed through the ropes, letting the pair of Betas free, Keever was ready with the sparkling fragmented edges of a plan. He snatched that wildling up, tossing her over his shoulder before Micha could gain his feet, then sprinted toward the bathing pool. With a battle cry, he ignored both the snarling commands of his Alphas and the urge to lick the struggling Omega from cunt to asshole and back, and tossed her in.

  She came up spluttering, hissing with indignant rage—but Keever was too desperate to care. His balls ached, pulsing with every frantic flutter of his heart, demanding he seat himself deep as he could go in her spoiled walls and rut until he conquered the Canicule. To drink her slick until he couldn’t swallow anymore, tasting every inch of her skin. Forcing his sperm to break through that barrier guarding her womb just so he could watch her belly grow with his kits.

  Snarling in answer to her crouched position, Keever followed her in, unable to slow even when the water kissed the head of his glans and sent his sack further into his pelvis. No, instead, the desperate Beta wrapped his hand in her thick, matted mane, and wrenched her head back. Sending the Omega female into a submissive state with little more than a flick of his wrist—a trick he’d learned early, when Sickle had first come to them and needed to be put in his place, as youth often needed a heavy hand.

  The Omega female yelped, goosebumps rippling over her skin, and when he plunged a fist beneath the surface and parted her folds? When he plunged two fingers—then a third—into her pussy and began to finger fuck her until there was no remnant of his brother’s cum? Her dainty little hands clung to his wrist, her eyes rolling back as her walls gripped his thrusting digits. Demanding, “More.”

  But Keever was the one who needed, so he withdrew. Pulling his fingers from between her thighs, he dragged her to the edge of the bathing pool by the root of her hair. Positioned her over the edge, so the middle set of her teats were ravaged by stone and her asshole peaked at him above the surface. Positioned her so that he might see the scar where her tail had been… so he could run the blunt edge of his nails over that most sensitive of places and watch her come undone.

  Keever hefted her out of the bathing pool, making her yelp as he claimed her weight and forced her to brace with her palms or topple face first into the dirt. A helpless position that saw the Omega’s pussy flush with clean slick once more. A position his brother, Micha, was all too happy to take advantage of.

  Ebony skin rippling over bulging, scarred muscles, Micha gathered the female’s hair from Keever’s fist, then forced her jaws apart. Heedless of the pointed teeth or doing harm, the other Beta male pressed the tip of his dark, weeping prick to her tongue. Connecting them with a string of precum. Giving her a taste of that which would sustain her for the duration of her heat.

  The sight set Keever off, saw him heft the mewling female’s thighs over his biceps and bury his face between her cheeks. Licking her weeping hole with a grunt, Keever let his tongue flick forward to mash her swollen bean and was rewarded with a flood of fresh slick. He felt his pupils expand, felt his vision shift so there was nothing but that tasty little pussy begging to be filled and knotted. Felt the Canicule take hold and loosen the muscles constricting his nuts just the tiniest bit. Enough that he could feel it when his cum began to boil. Enough that when Micha jerked forward and stretched her jaws around his girth, Keever couldn’t bear it for another instant.

  He thrust his tongue into her heat one final time, then shifted again, bumping her up over the edge of the pool—and in doing so, forced Micha part of the way down her throat.

  She gagged, ribs heaving, pussy clamping down on nothingness, right before his eyes. And Keever roared, drowning out even the voices of his Alphas as he clambered for his cock peeking just above the surface of the water. Stroking the thick, engorged shaft only once before he speared into Omega puss. Desperate for her efforts to swallow Micha’s massive tool to make her gag again. To make her grip his dick as she choked on his brother and milked the seed straight from his restricted balls.

  11

  Renegade was helpless. Spitroasted between two Betas—one trying to force a thick, dark cock down her throat, the other doing his damned best to help see that desire through as he pounded into her from behind. Truly rutting, the Beta at her back splashed them all with cool water, the current teasing and kissing her clit with every frenetic thrust.

  The Beta before her threw his head back, both hands winding through hair darker than his skin, his impressive girth stretching her jaws as he worked toward an orgasm that wouldn’t come. Couldn’t. Not until he’d tasted her Canicule. Not until his pupils blew out and he was as lost as the Beta fucking her with wild abandon.

  Each thrust saw that dark prick shoved down her gullet just a little deeper. Each snapping twitch of Beta hips bumped her closer to milking that cock spearing into her sodden heat with a blissful release of her own. Even the fingerprints leaving marks, and the blunt head of Beta cock stretching her throat wound her tighter—a gift from Canicule. It crossed the lines hardwired in her brain. Told her body she wasn’t enduring life-threatening treatment, but getting exactly what she needed. Sending blood and hormones to prepare her to take more abuse than any but an Omega could. She was meant to go for days like this. Days where she ate and drank nothing but cum. Where the need for sleep was replaced with the need to breed.

  When the Canicule struck, there was nothing else—and she knew, even in the heat of this madness, that the Canicule had yet to truly strike her. This was only the beginning…

  She swallowed the head of the dark Beta’s dick, feeling the muscles of her throat work and bump over that sensitive glans. Feeling her walls flood with slick as the Beta down her throat roared. Unable to feed her his thick load, for he still hadn’t tasted her slick.


  It seemed the poor restricted Beta had the same thought, for he extended one long, scarred arm. Over the ridged scar where her tail had once been, he toyed with her puckered asshole for a moment before sinking lower. Before he slipped his index into her pussy, even as his brother continued to fuck her silly.

  The Beta at her back snarled, uncomfortable with another male knuckling the length of his shaft, even as he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t help but speed up, couldn’t help that the added sensation could be the thing push him over. Before he spilled, however, the brother down her throat withdrew, sucking the flavor off his finger with a deep, rumbling groan.

  As he too became lost to the Canicule, Renegade was given a moment of respite. Gasping for breath as the dark Beta slipped free of her lips with an obscene plop! But it was only a moment. Only the space of a single, ragged breath before he was sluicing through her lips and down her throat once more. Before his thick finger returned to her abused quim and plunged in. Sparing nothing for another taste of a truly powerful Canicule and the Omega producing so beautifully for them.

  But this time, the dark male didn’t taste it—no, he pulled back just a little, and speared into her asshole. Filling her front and back.

  The sight was evidently too much for the Beta doing his best to fuck her hard enough to leave marks in solid rock, for with a final, shuddering roar, he exploded within her. Fingers bruising, knot expanding, the Beta sprayed rope after rope of cum into Renegade, bathing that thirsty, fussy cervix that had yet to flower open and take what it needed.

  Whether this Beta had seen his brother err and had learned from another’s mistake, or it was courteous happenstance, Renegade didn’t care. Cared only for the thick fingers that worked at her clit, flicking the overwrought little bean back and forth until she sprayed his groin with milky Omega cum.

  She came with force enough to expel the Beta who’d bathed her before tasting her, then cum with his brother’s fingers still slipping through her defiled, hungry snatch. Deflating his knot before he had even a chance to recover, he collapsed over her back. Chin on her shoulder, dark snapping hips only a few inches from his face.

  The Beta down her throat, however, appeared to have no reservations about sharing juices. With a grunt of his own, he picked up the pace. Heedless of the Omega’s slapping palms or the desperate sounds she made, he fucked her throat with abandon, dark eyes unable to tear away from her upturned face. Unable to turn away from the half-conscious glassy eyes of his brother, his fist clenched in her hair. Tugging at the roots for leverage.

  And then, withdrawing his forefinger from her asshole, he wrapped that same hand around her airway. Using her throat to jerk himself off, the Beta male smeared her drool around her lips, then returned his fist to her hair.

  He was close, she could feel it in the way he further expanded her jaws. In the erratic snapping pulse of his hips flexing and working toward a glorious finish. He just needed… a little push…

  Smirking around that thick meat, Renegade balanced on her left palm with the dead weight of a Beta at her back, and slipped one dainty, wet hand between dark thighs. Giving exactly as good as she got, she reached further than flexing cheeks, scraped at the stump where his tail had been then retreated. Only to plunge one slender finger straight into his asshole—and was rewarded with a facefull of pubes and twitching, kicking cock spurting salty cum into her gut.

  She coughed, and took him deeper by accident. Coughed again, and jerked her finger out of his clenching ass, then slapped at his thigh. Silently demanding the Beta ease off, let her breathe.

  Obedient Beta male that he was, the darker one obeyed. Coating her tongue with rope after rope of sperm, until it spilled over her glistening lips. Sending her into an unprovoked orgasm, even as the Beta draped over her back continued to twitch with bliss and painful denial.

  “Keever,” the dark one said, pointing to his unconscious brother. “Micha,” he added, touching his own chest.

  12

  Micha’s knot hadn’t come. Couldn’t without being stuffed into an Omega’s pussy, not now that he’d submitted to the rut in earnest. Wasn’t sure he should, given how easily she’d subdued three of his brothers already. But… he could scarcely resist the instinct that demanded he breed her.

  Pulling Keever from the pool so the fool wouldn’t drown in his post-orgasmic haze, Micha dropped his brother on the grass and dragged the Omega out next. Dragged her out with a fistful of fine, dark hair that clung to his fingers. Claimed her on the rocks even as she continued to lick herself clean, searching for any lost droplets of his thick cream, the little Omega female—whose eyes were pitch black—growled at him. Bared dainty little teeth while her chest rumbled with a pretty snarl. Even a Beta couldn’t resist such a challenge from a lowly Omega. Couldn’t resist the urge to see her humbled and tamed, mewling for his cum.

  Knowing, as his Alphas bellowed their impotent rage, he was earning a punishment the likes of which he’d never experienced, Micha sat on the cold stone beside the pool and set the little female astride his thighs. Marveling at the contrast between their skin, even as he spread her cunt with thick fingers and thicker cockmeat. Not stopping until she was stuffed full as she could take for the moment, and his knob bumped the face of that final gate. Denying him for being born Beta.

  He snarled and pressed deeper still. Making his prick bend deep within her soiled channel, he lifted her. Spreading that pussy already milky with his brother’s cum, she left a ring of progress around his ebon dick. Slowly forcing her puss to swallow more of what he had with each demanding press against her stubborn, unyielding cervix.

  Micha knew what was coming for the wild little female. Knew, even having only just met her, that he’d protect her as fiercely as he protected his brothers, each and every one. Knew he’d protect her from his brothers if it came to it. From the Alphas howling and screaming for release and the punishment itching beneath their skin. And so it was that he gathered a dollop of her cream mixed with Keever’s. Guiding her as she regained functional control over her limbs and began to ride him, he sucked one of her upper nipples into his lips and pinched with sharp teeth. Distracting her as he poked at the crinkled bud nestled between milky cheeks. Spreading that pearly dollop over her asshole before pressing in.

  That singular feeling—of his finger wriggling through the wall separating her cunt from her bowel—almost undid him. Nearly shamed him with a premature spilling as the image of her stuffed with two cocks popped into his Canicule-addled brain. But that very thought, and the yipping, howling Alphas threatening his life, saw him slow. Saw him press a second finger into her bottom then wriggle them around. Preparing that second hole for the coming assault.

  The female shivered, bracing on his chest with delicate spread fingers. Fucking back against his prick and thick, invading digits in her ass, she groaned. Smashing his knob against her limit. Overstimulating the massive warrior more than happy enough to be used, even as he prepared her to be mounted by his Alphas.

  “Cum for me, Omega,” Micha gasped, sweat beading across his brow. “Take what you need.”

  She turned eyes gone darker than pitch down at him. Face framed by a halo of midnight locks, she rode him. Pawed at the space between shoulder and jaw and worked his meat between swollen lips.

  Spearing through her distended rosebud in earnest now, Micha drove her to higher speeds. Used his leverage in her ass to propel her toward his base and away. Making sure to flick her engorged little bean at the instant of fulfillment, just to hear her yelp. Just to watch her obsidian eyes roll back and feel her cunt tighten like a silken fist.

  When she started to shake, he snarled, slapped one massive palm down on her flexing cheek, and sent her spiraling into bliss. Riding a wave of gentle pain mixed with pleasure. Again and again he spanked her through her climax, fighting his own as the hungry little Omega bucked and thrashed, for there was nothing, nothing so powerful to an Omega like being forced to submit. His packbrother, Sickle, had taught him that.r />
  Snarling, Micha claimed one of her six nipples, teeth gnashing over the delicate little nub. Suckling, as if her teats had gone from flat to swollen with milk, he unleashed his second flood of sperm. Sperm that bounced off the roof of her cunt and spilled out around his pulsing member. But with a roar, Micha sent his knot to inflate. Knowing it wouldn’t be long before she employed those incredible internal muscles and rejected him too—knowing he didn’t have what she needed. But even still, he began to purr.

  Rumbling deep in his chest, he sang a primordial song for the Omega female capable of surviving beyond the Krust and claiming his entire pack with little more than her brains and her genitals. Trapping just a little of his creamy essence within her, even as his knot allowed most to spill over, Micha sank into the rocks. Heart thudding against his ribs. Omega milking the life from his trapped balls and soaking his asshole in turn.

  Content.

  13

  Eyelids heavy, Renegade dozed sprawled on the chest of her dark Beta. Not fully asleep, but not fully conscious either, she was merely enjoying the stretch of a thick knot keeping a torrent of sperm locked within her—though it wasn’t the air-tight seal she might expect from an Alpha, it was enjoyable. Prolonging the spasms this dark Micha had sent her into, even as he continued to gently finger her ass. Stretching both of her holes at once.

  In turn, she traced his raised keloid scars with something approaching reverence. This was a warrior, as Beta males often were. Not the match of the larger Alphas, of course, but neither had he the delicate build of an Omega male. The most abundant type of males by far, they were the foot soldiers that made the Krust strong. Protecting the Alphas who ruled them all. Protecting the Omegas who bred for them.