My rapturous moan felt like it stared low in my belly. My ass clenched and squeezed over Ryker’s fingers.
Then I was jostled, the fingers leaving me empty and shocked, only to have a fat, blunt, lubricated cock breach the slippery entrance in their place.
I whimpered, fretted, and struggled, and still, the silken rod pressed deeper. Ethan penetrated me, far thicker, longer, and impossibly wide compared to Ryker’s fingers.
“Good girl,” Ethan growled. “Lie there and let this hot little ass take the reaming it so badly needs.”
I was opened, filled entirely with glorious thick cock. Pinning me securely, he began to thrust, hot length sliding in and out, slow, determined. Calm soothed the fluttering panic. The pleasure was intense, erotic, sending sensitive nerves that had yet to fully quieten flaring to instant life.
I was going to come again.
The dark rhythmic contractions picked me up again, only this time they were deeper and stronger.
In and out, over and over, thrusting, filling, surging deep, and each time coaxing more and more nerves to glorious life. I couldn’t stop coming. Hands gripped and held me still, another cock spearing between my lips and surging deep into my throat. The taste, the smell, the glorious rushing high consumed me like a fire.
Fire.
It bathed my body, a hot, heady flush of blood, and the onset of my forced heat. My stomach cramped, and it pulled my ass tighter still over that cock now fucking me with the ease it might take my pussy.
The cock filling my mouth jerked, and hot cum poured down my throat even as Ethan stilled and filled my ass. The low growls of rutting Alphas broke the last shred of humanity.
Distantly, I knew we returned to the nest, but I could not bear the empty feeling. My heat wanted more, and I demanded they give me my Omega dues. I raked them with nails and savaged them with my small teeth should they dare to stop for a moment. One or both of them needed to be inside me at all times. Their hands and bodies crowding me protectively, always.
They rutted me with the vigor of strong mates, knotted me, and filled me with their cum, over and over, until finally, belly aching from the strain, and pussy stretched around a knot, I fell into a dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER NINE
Larissa
“CAN SHE ACTUALLY read minds?” The slim-faced Theta viewed me via the intergalactic link with the detached interest I’d heard was synonymous to this dynamic caste.
I’d never met a Theta before today. Ganon was my first.
He’d been talking with Hammond Cohen for an hour before I’d been called to the room. It wasn’t unusual for Cohen to include me in his meetings. He liked to display and discuss me in the way one might do a prized pet.
It served two purposes. Firstly, to remind me of my status, not that I could forget. Secondly, as my master, to elevate his status.
I’d gotten used to it.
It didn’t trouble me anymore.
Worse things were coming in my future, and these interludes were inconsequential against the broader backdrop of my demise.
“She can,” Cohen said, throwing a look over his shoulder to where I stood inside his office door. He turned back to the monitor filled with Ganon’s face. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t work over the bounds of space. Your domination plans are safe.”
Ganon smiled in the way one might smile at a corpse that was turning ripe. I’d built up a body of knowledge on Ganon via overheard conversations and the minds of various Uncorrupted personnel, including Cohen. This was my first time seeing him. Not that I was seeing him since both his face and voice, as was the usual protocol, would have been put through a distortion program. It was unlikely Ganon was his real name, either.
“I’d love to meet her in person,” Ganon said. “Could you be persuaded to loan her? For the right price.”
My breath caught in my throat. The Theta dynamic might be worse than the Uncorrupted in many ways. Malicious, brutal, and bloodthirsty were the Uncorrupted norms, but they were honest in their hatred of the Empire.
The Theta’s attempts to undermine from within struck a more grievous cord.
But they were also different, and I could handle different after Jenda’s submission to the dynamic board pertaining to my next heat.
Cohen laughed. “Not a chance,” he said, crushing my fleeting hope. “You know how valuable she is. Nothing you have is worth the risk.”
Ganon shrugged. “We would be prepared to meet on your terms