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… until those icy blue eyes landed on the female captured and pinned to Sinadim’s lap.
Meeting the war chief’s gaze, the prince hooked a morsel of dried meat on the tip of his claw, then fed his pet from his own hand.
“Such a good girl,” Sinadim crooned against the cone of her ear, grinning when she took the offering with no hesitation. No complaint.
“Please,” she whispered, trembling against his chest, “it… hurts. I’m so tired, but I need…”
“Eager this morning, hmm?” Sinadim asked when she shifted, letting that crooked tail brush against his groin. Where he ached to be sheathed inside her, yet again.
Tawny cheeks flushing with delightful warmth, she nodded and squirmed. Reaching between them, growing bold, slender fingers unthreaded his laces and claimed the prize she sought.
The prince rumbled low in his throat. Encouraging her to work his cock, to take what she wanted.
What she needed.
Back to Sinadim’s front, she couldn’t help but watch the war chief. Coy, at first, when Balkazar’s lip curled in a sneer—bold when he remained frozen in place, licking dry lips when her hips rotated in a twist against Sinadim’s thigh.
Forced to witness the effect her lewd display had on the other male—one forbidden to so much as touch her—she preened under the weight of such illicit attention.
It made her gush against Sinadim’s thigh.
Hips rotating as she worked the prince with one palm, she set the other to knead at her nipple…
… before she freed that dusky, pebbled bud to the warm desert winds and showed the war chief what had grown puffy and long with want.
Enticing… almost cruel as she watched the rugged war chief from beneath a fan of dark lashes. Baring herself to eyes that held almost nothing but disdain for her.
Her gender.
For her entire species.
Sinadim was witness to all of it. The prince reduced to little more than a prop she might use to whip herself into a lather.
And when Balkazar’s knuckles went white, a wicked thought began to swell in Sinadim’s mind.
“Show him,” he whispered and cupped her breasts in both hands. Kneading and working her distended nipples until they’d grown swollen and flushed.
Cooing, jaws hanging slack as she panted, her ears laid out to either side in a show of piqued submission, she obeyed. Hands dropping to her thighs, she hiked up her skirt and showed Balkazar what lay beneath. That she was creamy with want, dripping with the thrill of exhibition.
A strangled sound escaped the war chief, then. Something pained that was throttled high at the back of his throat.
Sinadim pressed a grin into her nape, dragging his teeth across the sensitive spot meant for a Hathorian male to set his mark in tawny flesh. Watching as Balkazar’s mane flared, the musky scent of frustration rising from heated skin.
Loud enough for Balkazar to hear, Sinadim murmured, “Show him where you ache for a knot, brave girl.”
And when he felt her move to obey, his grin grew wicked where it was hidden in her hair.
Unable to see the spread of creamy petals, Sinadim watched Balkazar’s face grow slack and tight all at once. Keen to witness the awe of forbidden fruit as it creased the war chief’s rugged face.
He was not disappointed.
Balkazar licked dry lips, icy blue eyes fixed to the place where dainty fingers worked.
“Add another one,” Sinadim commanded in a reedy whisper, knowing she needed the direction just as badly as she needed the burn of invasion against her glands. “Show him how much that pretty little pussy can take. That you’ll stretch to take an Anhur knot, no matter how big.” Kneading her nipples until she mewled, he nibbled at her shoulder. Pinching at that sacred skin just to make her gush.
Devouring her scent and taste as he drank in Balkazar’s every restrained reaction to the show, Sinadim felt his cock lurch. A spurt of salty need growing wet and tacky as he dared the other to touch, as he dangled gleaming, bronze Omega flesh before him and waited for the war chief to break.
Sweat built at Balkazar’s hairline. The scent of a building rut grew heavy in the morning heat.
