Ruled by the alpha, p.22
Ruled by the Alpha, page 22
Aiden grunted, eyes locked with mine, jaw hanging slack as Rowan toyed with him.
"Watch me feed my cock into his ass," Rowan said.
My eyes lowered between my spread tights in time to see Rowan line up the head of his cock… and sink.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Aiden grunted. Tearing my eyes from the sight of Rowan's thick length sinking into Aiden, I saw the rapture etched into his handsome face.
"Sit on his cock," Rowan said, voice a low growl. "Neither of us is going to last and I want his cum deep in your hot, needy, omega cunt."
Fingers shaking, I lined up the rigid length of Aiden's cock and slowly sank down.
We all groaned in unison.
With Aiden's hands on my hips, he lifted me off and on as Rowan curled around me and, planting his big hands at Aiden's side, thrust.
"Fuck! I'm not going to come," Aiden said, breath leaving him in a huff with every thrust.
"Yes, you are," Rowan said, voice low and stern as they found a rhythm that set me on fire.
"God, he's so hard," I murmured.
"Yeah?" Rowan said, nipping at my throat. "He's going to knot your hot cunt so good."
We moved together, me rising off Aiden's cock as Rowan filled him from behind.
"Next time, I want to watch," I gasped, mesmerized by the way Aiden's face contorted with a savage beauty.
"That's our filthy little slut," Cooper said. "Come for them, and then Rowan can give Aiden what he needs."
As I came, squealing and gasping, Rowan pinned me between them and slammed into Aiden.
"Ah! Fuck!" Aiden's roar accompanied a hot gush of his cum filling me, his knot blooming, locking us together.
Rowan grunted behind, stilled, and closed his teeth over the claiming mark.
Barely had I come down, and Aiden's knot softened, then Cooper snatched me to rut me again.
Chapter 7
Imogen
The heat was slow to release us. We slept in bouts, ate, and drank little, only to answer the urgent demands of our altered biology time and again. Finally, we fell into an exhausted heap, and when I woke, I knew it was over.
Cooper helped me bathe while Rowan and Aiden showered and refreshed the bedding.
We were still buzzing. Not heat, just a low, burning need to be close and touch one another.
We curled up together in the clean nest, where I admired the bites and scratches of possession I left on their skin. The faint nick on Rowan's throat where I had pressed my knife also drew my eye. "You knew I had a knife," I admonished.
He chuckled. "You had a reputation for taking on males much larger than you. I assumed that you would. Hanson wasn't happy with my decision not to check you. How many did you carry? Just the one?"
"She has six," Aiden said. "She threatened to castrate me the day we met. Then she got on her knees and sucked my cock… with a blade against my balls." He shuddered. "Leaves a lasting impression on a male. Pretty sure I loved her then and there. Imogen is a unique omega."
"She has seven," Cooper said confidently.
"Neither of you have a clue how many knives she has," Rowan said. He was right. They must not know, since I actually had eight.
"And you do?" Aiden challenged.
"I don't." Rowan grinned. Tucking me between Cooper and Aiden, he shifted out of the nest and snagged a bottle of water. He offered it to me, and when I shook my head, he gulped the contents down.
I watched him, my eyes greedy for the image of the powerful male that was now mine, of the missing piece that completed us and who had provided the catalyst for me to be claimed at last. The things I'd watch him do with Aiden, and to a lesser extent Cooper, spoke of the deep bond that existed not just between my mates and me, but between the three of them.
It felt good to share, and right.
"And I'm fine with that," Rowan continued. Lowering the bottle, he winked at me. "Leave the omega her secrets. If we piss her off, we deserve the consequence."
I chuckled, but it faded because I could think of one reason that made me itch enough to press my blade against his flesh and demand answers. "Rebecca?"
The bond pulled painfully between us before Rowan carefully forced calm into place. "An omega we were with but not mated to," he said, returning to the nest and slotting in behind Aiden.
I pressed my nose into Cooper's chest and drew in his comforting scent.
Aiden pressed in closer behind me, seeming to know I needed the connection. "It was a long time ago, baby," he said, brushing his lips over the claiming mark. "We were young and stupid. We should have claimed her, but we didn't and another alpha took her. When we found her, she was pregnant with his child."
My heart broke, feeling the muted emotions through the bond, but I also felt a lick of jealousy that made me want to bite and scratch my mates to remind them they were mine. "Did she… did she want to be with you?" I felt nothing through the bond to suggest they still cared for her, but my emotions roiled.
Rowan's hand at the back of my neck, directing my mouth to the claiming mark I'd made on Cooper's chest, had a predictable effect. I bit him hard.
"Little savage," Cooper grumbled. "Going to get yourself knotted, biting me like that."
"I'd say she wants and needs it," Rowan said casually as his strong fingers left the back of my neck.
I glared at him over my shoulder because fucking wasn’t the answer to everything. His face softened, and then he smirked before swiping a thumb over my lips and showing me Cooper’s blood.
"Don't you feel it," he said, and I watched his hand glide down Aiden's chest, breath catching as he fisted the other alpha's fat cock and slowly jacked his hand up and down. "You’re ours, and we’re yours, and each others’ wholly, in a way that cannot be broken. We found her, she was happy, and we recognized we were following a lost dream. It became difficult between us, and we went our separate ways."
Aiden growled softly as Rowan continued to tease him, hips jerking as he thrust his cock into the other alpha's hand.
"That's why you separated," I surmised, but I was only half paying attention now, arching against Cooper, my eyes locked on the plum-colored head of Aiden's cock, mesmerized by how roughly Rowan handled him. The grunts pouring from Aiden's lips told me Rowan was doing it just right.
"Fuck," Aiden grunted.
"Get your lips around him, Imogen," Cooper commanded. "Aiden's going to come, and you're going to suck it all down like the greedy omega slut you are."
He tumbled me over onto my hands and knees, and I all but fell onto Aiden's cock.
As my lips wrapped around him, Rowan fisted my hair to direct me on and off. Behind, Cooper's thick cock slid over my swollen pussy before snagging my entrance and sinking deep.
"Fuck! Ah! Fuck, you're a rough bastard," Aiden hissed as Rowan's arm clamped around his waist to keep him still.
"Shut the fuck up and take it," Rowan said, eliciting a deep chuckle from Cooper, who stilled, flexing deep inside me. "We both know your ass missed my cock. You've got a sweet little omega sucking you off. Now, take your ass reaming like a champ."
Aiden grunted with the next thrust, his cock tunneling down my throat.
"Fuck," Cooper growled. "Now, isn't that a pretty sight." He set a pace that slapped our bodies together, drove my mouth deeper onto Aiden's cock, and set a fever coursing through my blood. Rowan's growls of satisfaction, Aiden's grunt of animalistic pleasure, and Cooper's deep, guttural huffs as he pounded into my pussy provided a debauched symphony I was powerless to resist.
I tumbled over, body caught in a wave, surging and pulsing as Cooper’s knot filled and locked my pussy and Aiden poured hot cum down my throat. My lips popped off, and I gasped for air, cum leaking out of my mouth and over my chin.
Fist in my hair, Rowan heaved me up, swiping his tongue over the spilled cum before plunging it into my mouth for a hot kiss that had me clenching and then coming over Cooper's knot. He slapped my ass twice while I tangled tongues with Rowan, then reached around and strummed over my swollen clit.
I groaned. Rowan drew my lips from his and redirected them to Aiden's. I clung to him, kissing him, feeling the pleasure surge and take me over until I was gasping and squeezing the heavenly girth of Cooper's cock.
We collapsed together. Happy, sweaty, sticky and profoundly content.
The road had been rocky. I foresaw more bumps ahead as we navigated the apocalypse and each other and found a rhythm that was ours. But I felt like I'd found a home for the first time in my life. Not a place, because I already knew it wouldn't matter where we were or what came for us, so long as we were together.
The bond thumbed contentedly, telling me in ways stronger than words that my fierce alpha mates felt exactly the same.
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Lost
by
Hannah Haze
Chapter 1
The birds wake me as the sun creeps over the horizon and beams of light chase away the darkness. I roll onto my side.
My father sits by the fire, sharpening his arrows, the flames flickering against their shiny tips. Around him the others in the hunting party rouse too, and I meet the eye of Hensta as he curls up to sit.
The alpha’s gaze seems to find me more and more often these days, and I don’t wish to give him any means of encouragement.
Quickly averting my eyes, I roll away, tucking my hands under my cheek and watching as the sky fills with light and birdsong crescendos.
They say at the end of days, the birds stopped singing. That the skies were silent and sunless for month after month. It is hard to imagine such silence, such darkness. Even harder to imagine the world before.
My legs are stiff from the cold and our long walk yesterday tracking the herd of beasts I now see in the distance, dark silhouettes moving against the murky yellow. Now we have found them, and today we will make our kill and take our trophy back to the people we have left behind—the pregnant and nursing omegas, the children, the ones who can no longer hunt, and a few of our strong, young alphas standing guard.
I imagine what my younger sister is doing now—probably seeing to the fire and fetching water for my mother. I smile, pleased my father let me come with the hunting pack again. It pains me every time he leaves me with the other women and I have to watch the hunters’ retreating backs, their bodies buzzing with excitement. I may be an omega, but I am also strong and fully grown. I am a good hunter, and I will prove it again today.
The herd at the horizon grazes on the long, swaying grasses, and my fingers itch for my spear laid out beside me.
Chapter 2
My feet pound the hard earth as I chase the young calf through the swaying grass. We separated it from its mother, and now it dashes about in a frenzy, left and right and right again. I follow its zigzagging path, lunging from one side to another, quick and light as I run, my spear now poised on my shoulder. I hear the thunder of other human feet behind me and my own ragged breath in my ears.
The calf dashes to the cover of trees where the dense undergrowth wreaths the trunks. I keep my eyes locked on the flash of brown hide. Someone calls my name at my back, encouraging me onward.
I can tell the calf is tiring. I’m gaining on it. Its desperate snorts ring out and its head swings from side to side.
I take my chance, leaping forward and plunging the sharp point of my weapon deep into its neck. It falters for a second, then crumples to its belly, its lifeless head falling to the ground.
My kill was swift and painless. And I am thankful. The calf will feed my people, but I do not like to see things suffer. I'm not like the big cats who toy with their prey, or some of the new alphas in our hunting pack who find pleasure in teasing their kill.
I kneel by the calf’s body and rest my palm on its still-warm belly, thanking the Mother Earth for this food she has given us.
“Well done, Nafia!” I turn and find Hensta behind me, leaning on his knees, panting hard. “That was a good kill.”
I nod, trying to keep pride filling my chest from showing on my face. This is only my second kill, but surely it will show my father that this is where I belong—out hunting with the others. My designation need not confine me.
While we wait for the rest of the party to catch up, we find twine and bind the calf's feet, and I chug the water from the hide flask hanging at my waist, smearing some over my face and around my neck and brow.
“You should not waste your water like that,” Hensta tells me, watching me as he leans on his spear.
I scowl at him. I am bored of the men telling me what to do. Hensta is not that much older than me, and while he may have been on more hunts, I can run farther and faster than him.
We wait some time longer, and then Hensta grunts. “Perhaps we ought to find our way back.”
I nod and kneel by the body of my kill again.
“I will carry it for you,” Hensta offers, stepping forward.
I shake my head, hauling the body onto my shoulders and heaving myself to my feet. The body is much heavier than I’d expected, but this is my kill, and I will have the honor of bringing it to my father.
We make our way back through the trees, following the path we’d made earlier, the undergrowth crushed in places where we’d sprinted. But the party is not waiting for us as we step out into the sunlight, and we cannot see them or the herd we tracked.
I let out a puff and drop the kill onto the ground, a cloud of dust spiraling into the air as it lands. Rolling my shoulders and my neck, I rest my hands on my hips and squint toward the horizon, turning in a full circle. I cannot see them.
Hensta crouches and scours the ground, bending low to look through the grasses.
“Can you tell which way they went?” I ask him, bringing my flask to my lips and swallowing the last drops of my water.
It is the turning time of the year, when Mother Earth paints the leaves an array of colours before her breath turns cold. But for now, the air is still warm, and the sun still high in the sky.
Hensta’s brow creases. “I cannot tell for sure.” He peers south. “I think perhaps that way.”
“Should we follow them, or return to the others?”
Hensta shrugs. He is not one to voice his opinion. He is mostly silent, carrying out his duties and earning our elders’ praise.
I roll my eyes. Sometimes I wish I could be more like him, satisfied with my lot and happy to keep my mouth closed. But however hard I try, my words always come tumbling from my lips, and are often rewarded with a scolding.
“Let’s take the kill back,” I say, and he nods.
When he scoots down to lift the body, I don’t protest this time. He is stronger than me, after all, the muscles in his back rippling like the surface of water and his arms straining as he carries the heavy load.
Chapter 3
We walk across the plain, the sun soon reaching its peak. The heat is too much. It will putrefy the meat if we are not careful.
We find a tree and shelter in the shade of its branches. I sit against its trunk while Hensta lies out on his back, resting on his elbows and stretching his long legs out in front of him.
We cannot sleep, because the other creatures with which we share this land will smell our kill. We don’t want it stolen from beneath our noses. It’s why we don’t gut and bleed the carcass either. The smell of blood would alert every predator and scavenger to our presence.
“Do you think we are walking the right way?” I ask, twisting a blade of grass around my fingers.
He shifts to his side and drags the tip of his forefinger through the dusty earth. I lean a little forward, irritated he’s ignored my question.
“Hensta!” I snap and his eyes spring to mine.
He points to the squiggled lines he’s made in the dirt.
“This is the land,” he says, gesturing to the marks on the ground, “this is the river we passed and the forest to the north, the ruins of the ancients to the west. Here is the sloping ground, and the sheltered land where we left our people.”
How does he remember all of that? We are constantly moving with the herd, from one patch of land to the next, our scenery and our home always changing. I can keep glimpses of it tucked in my mind, and I can find my way following the path of the sun, but not like this.
“I think,” he says, his finger hovering over one side of his drawing, “we are here somewhere, but I cannot be sure. We moved so quickly while chasing the calf, I lost my sense of direction.” He squints up at me. “I called to you to stop.”
“What?’
“You were running too far from our party. I tried to stop you.”
“What are you saying? It’s my fault we’re lost?”
“I don’t think we’re lost,” he mumbles, “I think if we head east…” He points out into the sunlight. “…we’ll find the others.”
I scowl and snap the piece of grass in half. He is right; I was too caught up in the chase. I did not pay enough attention to the others around me, or where I was headed.
I lift my flask to my mouth but, despite shaking it violently, no drops of water tumble out.
“Here.” Hensta leaps to his feet and offers me his own flask. I stare at it, my mouth dry and my tongue tacky.
“Thanks,” I say, standing and taking it from him. The liquid is warm from the sun, but refreshing, and I close my eyes and swing back my head, letting it trickle down my parched throat. A little spills over my lips and onto my chin, and I capture it with my tongue, not wanting to lose a drop.
When I stop to look, Hensta stands before me, his eyes wide and locked on my mouth.
“What?” I ask, thrusting the flask back at him.
