Wide eyed and trembling, she crouched before him with her arms wrapped tight around her middle. Making no move to avoid him, to flee the raw anger that exuded from him in scorching waves, the Omega bit her lower lip hard and waited for him to come to her. Even when he fisted those riotous curls, dragging her to her feet, only a breath of a whimper escaped her resolve. The next sound she uttered a stuttering moan when Er’it shoved his hand between her thighs.
His growl was dark and unrestrained. Calling to the Omega whose slick already flowed in a thick rush from her cunt. Lubricating the three fingers he pushed inside of her without warning, wetting the palm he grinded against her clit.
“You smell different,” Er’it whispered, stealing her breath in a ravaging kiss before she could respond. Swallowing her quiet whine as she bucked against his hand, little fingers scratching at his shoulders while she tried to press tighter against his chest.
Groaning against her lips, he plunged his fingers as deep as they could go. Panted along with her when she tried to take more, her frustrated whimpers racing down his spine to wrap around his cock. So hard it hurt when she ground her soft belly against him and tried to climb his body seeking more.
“No,” Er’it said, the viciousness of his denial lost in the call he voiced at the female with her dazed black eyes. The expanse of starry night brimming with a light all their own, twinkling stars scattered across liquid shadows that sought to drown him.
He roared as he pushed her away. Tossing her across the tent, wiping his dripping hand against his thigh to rid it of her irresistible scent coating his skin. Brow furrowing as she got to her knees and cried out, his clouded thoughts struggling to discern her injury through the haze of lust.
No blood spilled from her flesh, no broken bones made themselves known as she bent double and clutched at her stomach. Dropping to a knee beside her before he realized it, his hands skimmed over her as Er’it searched for some sign of injury. Only those glazed, inky pools and pain great enough to send her forehead to the floor with little feet kicking as she curled around it met his examination.
Eyes wide as the Omega screamed in agony and hunched tighter around her middle, Er’it rushed towards the tent opening. Tearing the knotted cords free, he shouted for help.
Chapter 12
Aida
The pain was excruciating.
Insides pulling and twisting, it was worse even than when Otaso gave her the tainted wine. Wetness poured between her legs, a river of the thick sweetness he called slick. Skin on fire, a strange energy snapped and crackled beneath her skin. Screaming at her to move, to follow the thick musk she knew so well now. Nose tipped to the cool breeze filtering through the hot air of the tent, she scented others.
More males.
None so rich and nuanced as the one she sought, but strong. Power of a different sort that promised to calm the churning heat settled in her belly. They would ease the aching emptiness centered between her thighs if he would not.
Thoughts tripping through the sludgy mire of molten heat and thick pheromones, she moaned as her fingers touched the cool leather of his boot. His pants reeked of her, her slick staining his clothing, his skin. The idea elated her. Insanity making a momentary appearance, she smiled at how her scent marked him. Making him hers. She wanted the clothing gone. Wanted him as bare as she was so she might coat every inch of him in her. To taste herself as she licked his skin to swallow the salty musk of him.
Rough hands grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the pillar of his leg. It wasn’t right. They were not the hands she wished to touch her, not the same flippant cruelty she endured and somehow enjoyed. Aida screamed, thrashing against the brutal strength holding her back. Catching the wild topaz gaze of her predator, Aida bared her teeth at him as he let one so unworthy wrap their arms around her. To pull her against the growing thickness he ground against her bare backside, the stranger’s mouth hot and wet against her throat.
More hands gripped and clawed at her flesh. Inciting a violence erupting through her veins, leading her to scratch and bite. Rending skin and cloth to be away from the persistent grabbing hands. Shrieking her enraged denial as one took her to the floor, covering her back with his bulky weight.
It wasn’t right!
Then it was. It was cedar and fire against her, roaring against her shoulder as he kicked her thighs wide. Shoving them wider still, making her hips groan under the strain as he tore at the fastening of his pants to enter her. Back arched, she thrust the roundness of her backside up against him, purring her delight at his coarseness. Reveling in the painful nips he littered across her soft skin.
“Majesty, you must let her up.”
Sage and herbs, thick with dust and the greenness of living things surrounded her. Calmed some part of her mind for Aida to realize that many men were tearing each other apart around her. That Er’it was about to mount her in front of all of them and they fair salivated to see it. All of them waiting to be the next.
Except Maruk. A rock of sheer serenity in the chaos jumbling through and around her, he offered Aida a pitying smile though he made no move to touch her. Didn’t smooth back her hair as he had done so many times while tending her wounds.
“Out,” Er’it managed, more growl than speech. Having freed himself, he wasted no time in sinking into her. Thrusting hard, skin clapping as he wrapped his arm beneath her chin. Pinning Aida to his chest so she could not escape his next invasion.
“Majesty, you are not in control. You must stop now.”
Aida lost the thread of her sanity as Er’it shoved deeper still. Sweltering heat building into an inferno that pulsed through her limbs. Stealing her breath, shoving it from her lungs on a faltering cry of sheer bliss as he gave her the violence her body craved.
Lost in the sensations of him driving into her depths, of his low grunts and snarls, Aida’s hands scrabbled over the rug. Searching for some purchase to push back against his slowing thrusts. Her feminine growl answered with a final thrust that made her wail in anything but pain. A sound that turned to one of loss when Er’it wrenched away.
“No, no, no,” Aida whined as she shoved to hands and knees to crawl after him. Another crippling pain sending her to the floor where she shrieked into her arm, a rush of slick staining her thighs. Lurching forward to go to the source of the glorious scent that would make her whole.
Cold wind battered her face, the light blinding. Leaving her blinking into the dim shadows for long moments before her vision cleared, and she saw he was gone. Maruk stood to the side, lips sad and tight.
Aida screamed. In loss, in hatred, in need, and then in pain. Whole body twisting up in agony while her middle tried to turn itself inside out. Blackness blotting out the scene of bloody spatters staining the roof of the tent.
Bolting up with a gasp, Aida’s head swung around to take in her surroundings in the darkness. The barest illumination filtering through canvas and thick coverings, she knew she was no longer in Er’it’s tent. Fat and bitter, tears scalded the backs of her eyes, spilling over the crusted rim of her lashes where the long hours’ worth of her pain had dried to a murky film.
