Page 60 of Renegade

Wailing, she came apart between them. Split. Soaking Sinadim’s crotch with slick, she howled and fucked him back. Panting when Balkazar’s fist tangled in her hair as he held her still, his fist rolling over his knob as his balls drew tighter and tighter. His knuckles bruising her lip as they skimmed her teeth.

“Open,” Balkazar snarled and set the tip of his cock to her lips. Jerking his shaft in a desperate blur.

Mindless, convulsing with pleasure, she took him in, purring as she came. Her every spare drop of attention fixed to the knot milking her glands dry. She hardly noticed when the war chief grunted and filled her mouth with gush after gush of salty sperm—she swallowed. An ingrained reflex to nurse at the underside of a cock as it jerked and kicked.

But Sinadim hadn’t finished.

Thrusting as far as he could, Sinadim barked, “Take it, Omega!” and dropped his weight across her back. His orgasm splattering across the roof of her cunt, he locked inside her for the second time.

She sobbed as her glands were drained. The orgasm that shuddered through her was a thing not felt before. Surging in time with every pulse spraying her full, she was bred docile. Drunk on cum, her face wet with tears.

For a moment, there was nothing but heavy breathing. Broken gasps, racing hearts, and the eyes of the pack gleaming in the darkness of her den.

A smile flickered in the gloom, lips swollen, but teasing and playful where they crinkled at the edges. Almost coy as she glanced at the Alpha from beneath the fan of thick dark lashes. And settling her cheek on Balkazar’s thigh, she arched her back, pressing into Sinadim’s knot. “More,” she commanded, her voice husky with the ring of authority. Absent any hint of desperation, for she didn’t have to beg. She would take from males desperate to give.

As a queen should.

And why not?

This was a test of endurance.

The rules hers to change at a whim. Theirs to obey.

“Again,” she said and sucked Balkazar’s tip back into her mouth.

Chapter 28

He’d run through the night. Following the river, his every sense primed for a whisper of slick on the breeze. The hunter hadn’t dared to slow, for none knew better than he the sort of monsters who roamed these wilds.

It wasn’t until the sun kissed the horizon that he heard it. The desperate sounds of a female in distress.

No longer following his nose, the hunter raced toward those desperate screams. Sprinting toward an uncertain outcome, he was driven by the unmistakable knowing that his mate was being bred by another. A small pack, by the sounds of male voices ringing out in answer to her sweet, warbling calls.

Teeth flashed in the dark, and the hunter redoubled his effort. White lather dripping down his nape as he flew between tree trunks. Darting and weaving, he abandoned all efforts at stealth. Clinging to every sound she made, her every muffled squeak and guttural moan a symphony of hope.

After all, the dead rarely bothered to make such beautiful sounds.

And so it was that the hunter burst through the trees and found himself heaving for breath at the edge of a rocky clearing. Situated at the base of a cliff, the wind was stained with the scent of rutting,healthymales. Those not infected with Trax, their bodies mutated beyond all recognition.

So thick in the air it almost masked the hint of slick twisting on the breeze.

A shriek came from a dark cavern nestled at the foot of a sheer rock face. Long and low, she wailed, an orgasm stretching her vocal cords to their limit. Ending on a sob for more that went unanswered.

The hunter cracked his neck, amber eyes gleaming. Muscles trembling with scarcely contained fury, his cock aching for release. Ready for a battle, yet leery of challenging so many males at once—that his female might be torn apart in the fight.

No, this was a task that required stealth. Cunning and careful, precise timing.

He loped around the clearing, slinking through the shadows at the forest’s edge until he spotted two hybrid males. One black, the other tan, both naked. Already used, they lay slumped and panting at the mouth of the cave. Barely conscious.

Lips peeled back from his teeth, the hunter’s matted mane began to bristle. Musk all but dripping from his skin as his temper rose in waves of rigid tension. Luminous amber eyes fixed to the throbbing pulse fluttering at the base of hybrid throats. The swarthy, dark skin stretched over the artery, glistening in the sun…

Flexing his fist just to feel his claws press into the meat, he inhaled all the way to the bottom of his lungs. Held the breath until it began to ache, then released it. Inching closer with precise, economical movements, his claws extending.

Movement from the cave caught his eye, and he retreated. Choosing to wait and watch.

Slender, pale flesh reddened by a long night of rut. Her eyes pools of liquid darkness, she darted free of her den. Stepped over the sprawled legs of two hybrid males. Skulking on the balls of dainty feet, she slipped from their grasp without a sound, a wicked smile etched in place as she stopped at the mouth of her den. Looking back.

When her fingers darted down, into the dark triangle of thatched hair, the hunter’s cock beat at his restraint. Warring with fascination to see so slight a creature daring to linger when she should have been running.

Unable to tear his attention away from what would soon be his, the hunter watched with wide eyes as she painted the rock with grand, sweeping letters.

And there, in the sheen of early morning light, a word shimmered above the exhausted pack. Painted in cum and slick, it shone in the lingering glow of the planet’s three moons. A signature that read simply:Renegade.

Throat rumbling, the hunter let her go. Standing guard as she dressed herself from a stash of hidden supplies, produced a short spear, and escaped the pack who’d tried to keep her. Blending seamlessly with the shadows of the wood.

After all… there was nothing quite like the thrill of chasing prey that had a head start… and this prize was one worth killing for…