There was nothing more his sack could offer, Kieran cumming dry in a painful last lurch that felt so excruciatingly right.

  Lips fell to his neck, Toby groaning out the beginnings of a release. Flooding Kieran’s colon until his bowels ached.

  There was the suck of a kiss on sweat-salted skin, the Third showing mercy by pulling out to spray the remainder of his spend on Kieran’s buttocks.

  Still buried in the flailing woman who reeked of anger, the Second could do little more than pant and keep his eyes locked on the projection.

  Asshole leaking cum down his thigh, burning from misuse in a way that sent his skin to pebble, at long last his erection began to retreat.

  The rut was finally broken.

  Licking a flat-tongued trail to the shell of Kieran’s ear, Toby whispered, “Don’t give Caspian a reason to be jealous, and you won’t get sent to the pen like the hypocrite you are.”

  The insult registered slowly, Kieran focused on the slither of his flaccid dick out of a slick vomiting channel. It registered just as the pain in his palm registered.

  He was bleeding from a deep-set bite wound on his hand that was far more incensing than the psychotic Third’s slander. About ready to break the aggravating female’s neck, he shouted, “Did you fucking mark me?”

  The wide-eyed doll scooted back like a kicked puppy, and for once, wisely kept her mouth shut.

  Laughing, Toby ran his fingers over a similar, cum stained bite mark decorating Kieran’s ass—one Jax had left there when she’d fought them in the waterworks before the Syndicate. “Now there’s the ticket! Show that little beauty to Caspian, and he’ll let you back between our mate’s thighs.”

  Turning his back on the Omega, Kieran faced off against the Third.

  Up to his disgusting tricks, Toby continued to grin and stroke his cock, denying his knot so it might grow ghastly. “Caspian is not going to let you do that shit to her again.”

  “Ahh.” Toby let a dribble of cum splatter the floor as his poor knot began to creep down his shaft. “But I was a good boy and gave the boss several days to play with my sunshine. I followed orders… and tonight I get my turn. I intend to make the most of it.”

  The hologram shut off, the room going silent. “Caspian won’t allow it.”

  “Caspian won’t know. Sunshine is a good girl. She knows what to keep to herself.”

  Warning dousing his tone in pure grit, Kieran shook his head. “Toby…”

  Changing the topic, it seemed the Third had final words of wisdom to offer. “He doesn’t want Jax to like you. He sure as fuck does not want you to like her. That’s where you made your mistake. For now, all her affection needs to be his. If she so much as smiles at you bigger than she smirks at him, I’ll be getting a promotion I don’t want. Don’t go dumping more nutrient substance down her throat… at least where he can see. You get caught up in the rut again, you take it out on your doll.”

  The doll in question squared her shoulders and found her voice. “I’m his mate.”

  Unhinged smile growing, Toby gave her a wink. “My mistake, sweet cheeks.”

  And with that, he tucked away his still hard cock, and left the room.

  When she reached out to stroke his arm, Kieran shook her off. Naked, he followed his friend, ready to bathe and get back to work.

  Left alone and still reeling, the doll sat in the nest she’d made special for her new love. It smelled of the perfect, most handsome male she’d ever seen. It was wet with his seed.

  She’d done well!

  But she had not done enough.

  Another male’s stink wafted from the scattering of his still-warm ejaculate. A series of tiny puddles left to befoul her blankets.

  Toby… the Third ranked Alpha of The Syndicate.

  Scooping some sticky, foreign spend on her fingers, the doll stretched Toby’s cum between forefinger and thumb, watching the string snap while she considered.

  A lick.

  It didn’t carry the same sweet flavor as Kieran’s generous outpouring. More tangy, laced with underlying saltiness.

  Pushing some up her cunt to see if it left her warm and tingling like Kieran’s did, she felt nothing but the sore stretch of a raw pussy when her fingers kissed her cervix.

  “You need to clear out of the room; the other girls need it.” That bitch Rosie marched in, daring to issue orders… again.

  Pulling her hand from her swollen sex, the doll answered back in the same imperious tone. “This is my den.”

  Rolling periwinkle blue eyes at the ceiling, the blonde Omega sighed. “Do I need to call the guard again? They never take well to having to correct pen sluts. Just get up—” Rosie froze, nose twitching. Gaze dropping to where the doll sat with her legs splayed, she tripped over her question. “Did Toby? It smells like he…”

  Brows tight with mistrust, doll stopped pouting to pay close attention.

  “You know what, never mind.” Rosie held her hands up, waving off the intrusion. “I’ll have the girls use another room. This one’s all yours.”

  Scoffing, doll got to her knees, a protective posture over a nest she’d be damned to abandon. The other woman must have thought she was pretty dumb to fall for it. “That’s right. It’s mine.”

  Pulling the sperm laden blankets to her chest, hoarding them close with a smile, she made sure to rub as much of the cooling mess into her skin as she could. Coated with the perfume of her mate, while also stinking of the cum of the Third, she stood from the bed, naked body on display.

  Walking right past the wary blonde, doll marched straight into the pen for every last female and male to see and smell.

  When eyes began to land on her and more whores’ nostrils flared with the same tiny twitch Rosie’s had, she put a hand to her hip and cooed, “Someone get me something to eat. I’m hungry.”

  And someone fucking did.

  Doll ate well that night.

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  BORN TO BE BOUND

  Alpha’s Claim, Book One

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  She watched him bolt the door with a rod so thick it dwarfed her ankle, trapping her, cornering the Omega for mating. Unsure if Shepherd had heard, she used her feet to scoot away from the male until her back hit the wall, and tried again. "Food… we can't go out... hunted, forced. They're killing us." Her blown pupils looked up at the intimidating male and pleaded for him to understand. "You are the Alpha in Thólos, you hold control... we have no one else to ask."

  "So you foolishly walked into a room full of feral males to ask for food?" He was mocking her, his eyes mean, even as he grinned.

  The horror of the day, the sexual frustration of her heat, made Claire belligerently raise her head and meet his eyes. "If we don't get food, I'm dead anyway."

  Seeing the female grimace through another cramping wave, Shepherd growled, an instinctual reaction to a breeding Omega. The noise shot right between her legs, full of the promise of everything she needed. His second, louder grumbled noise sang inside her, and a wave of warm slick drenched the floor below her swollen sex, saturating the air to entice him.

  She could not take it. "Please don't make that noise."

  "You are fighting your cycle," he grunted low and abrasive, beginning to pace, watching her all the while.

  Shaking her head back and forth, Claire began to murmur, "I've lived a life of celibacy."

  Celibacy? That was unheard of... a rumored story. Omegas could not fight the urge to mate. That was why the Alphas fought for them and forced a pair-bond to keep them for themselves. The smell alone drove any Alpha into a rut.

  He growled again and the muscles of her sex clenched so hard she whined and curled up on the floor.

  It was hard enough to make it through estrous locked in a room alone until the cycle broke, but his damn noise and the smell invading past the rotting stickiness of her clothing was breaking her insides apart.

  The degrading way he spoke made her open her eyes to see the beast standing still, his massive erection apparent despite layers of clothing. "How long does your heat typically last, Omega?"

  Shivering, suddenly loving the sound of that lyrical rasp, she clenched her fists at her sides instead of beckoning him nearer. "Four days, sometimes a week."

  "And you have been through them all in seclusion instead of submitting to an Alpha to break them?"

  "Yes."

  He was making her angry, furious even, with his stupid questions. Every part of her was screaming out that he should be stroking her and easing the need. That it was his job! With her hand still pressed over her nose and mouth, her muffled, broken explanation came as a jumbled, angry rant, Claire hissing, "I choose."

  He just laughed, a cruel, coarse sound.

  Omegas had become exceptionally rare since the plagues and the following Reformation Wars a century prior. That made them a valuable commodity which Alphas in power took as if it was their due. And in a city brimming with aggressive Alphas like Thólos, she'd been trapped in a life of feigning existence as a Beta just to live unmolested, spent a small fortune on heat-suppressants, and locked herself away with the other few celibates she knew when estrous came. Hidden in plain sight before Shepherd's army sprung out of the Undercroft and the government was slaughtered, their corpses left strung up from the Citadel like trophies.

  Claire had been forced into hiding the very next day, when the unrest inspired the lower echelons of population to challenge for dominance. Where there had been order, suddenly all Thólos knew was anarchy. Those awful men just took any Omega they could find; killing mates and children in order to keep the women—to breed them or fuck until they died.

  "What is your name?"

  She opened her eyes, elated he was listening. "Claire."

  "How many of you are there, little one?"

  Trying to focus on a spot on the wall instead of the large male and where his beautiful engorged dick was challenging the zipper of his trousers, she turned her head to where her body craved to nest, staring with hunger at the collection of colorful blankets, pillows—a bed where everything must be saturated by his scent.

  An extended growl warned, "You are losing your impressive focus, little one. How many?"

  Her voice broke. "Less than a hundred... We lose more every day."

  "You have not eaten. You're hungry." It was not a question, but spoken with such a low vibration that his hunger for her was apparent.

  "Yesss." It was almost a whine. She was so near to pleading, and it wasn't going to be for food.

  The prolonged answering growl of the beast compelled a gush of slick to wet her so badly, she was left sitting in a slippery puddle. Doubling over, frustrated and needy, she sobbed, "Please don't make that noise," and immediately the growl changed pitch. Shepherd began to purr for her.

  There was something so infinitely soothing in that low rumble that she sighed audibly and did not bolt at his slow, measured approach. She watched him with such attention, her huge, dilated pupils a clear mark that she was so very close to falling completely into estrous.

  Even when Shepherd crouched down low, he towered over her, all bulging muscle and musky sweat. She tried to say the words, "Only instincts..." but jumbled them so badly their meaning was lost.

  Starting with the scarf, he unwound the items that tainted her beautiful pheromones, purring and stroking every time she whimpered or shifted nervously. When he pulled her forward to take away the reeking cloak, her eyes drew level with his confined erection. Claire's uncovered nose sniffed automatically at the place where his trousers bulged. In that moment all she wanted, all that she had ever wanted, was to be fucked, knotted, and bred by that male.

  Only instincts...

  Shepherd pressed his face to her neck and sucked in a long breath, groaning as his cock jumped and began to leak to please her. He had gone into the rut, there was no changing that fact, and with it came a powerful need to see the female filled with seed, to soothe what was driving her to rub against her hand in such a frenzy.

  The words were almost lost in her breath, "You need to lock me in a room for a few days..."

  A feral grin spread. "You are locked in a room, little one, with the Alpha who killed ten men and two of his sworn Followers to bring you here." He stroked her hair, petting her because something inside told him his hands could calm her. "It's too late now. Your defiant celibacy is over. Either you submit willingly to me where I will rut you through your heat, or you may leave out that door where my men will, no doubt, mount you in the halls once they smell you."

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