Chapter 81: Beginning of Chapter 26
Rue
This was fucked up.
Her carefully made plans had unravelled—glass broken, milk spilt. And it was all because Rue had never once even considered that her body might recover from its malnourished state. That Seraphim's godly sandwiches and her rising income had resulted in the worst of circumstances.
Her Heat.
If she had known that this would be the outcome of it all? Gods, she'd have eaten crumbs, sent the extra pennies to her mother, hoarded drugs and fucking avoided the Alphas that tried to feed her. Hell, she'd have fought harder to find a place to stay, an isolated nest that would protect her. But now her carefully created secret was exposed to three Alphas. Alphas that were trapped in a net made of material meant for deer and pigs. Not Espers.
Rue was royally fucked.
She sat in bed, a tremor skating through her system, a strange feeling settling in her chest. It was odd that consciousness remained in her mind, that she hadn't lost it all the moment they'd arrived smelling like the sweetest concoction, sweaty honey and musky silk. That she wasn't drooling over fat peachy dicks like a maniac. Although her heart soared, and her mouth was dry for something thick. And her cunt throbbed between her legs, clit pulsating to a steady beat that had her eyes focused too hard on the three.
But it was odd that the taser remained in her hands, ready to strike, ready to hit where it would hurt. It was odd that Rue wasn't a slave to her biology, crawling up to them and splaying her body the way she'd seen Omegas in Heat—ass up, pussy lips spread and with rolled up eyes. Because despite her creeping affliction, despite the need of her body begging for a thick Alpha knot, Rue could think.
Rue supposed it was because she'd spent her life fighting her own station.
There were three Alphas dangling from her ceiling, like forbidden fruit swinging from the tree ripe for the picking. And Rue's lust only grew, manifested as a gush of slick that soaked the sheets under her, saturating the air in her sugar. It made their eyes grow increasingly dilated, lips parted to taste the phantom whiffs, escalated panting echoing across the room.
The moans were pornographic.
A chuckle threatened to escape her lips because for fuck's sake, they were acting as if they were the ones in Heat.
Halcyon was a gorgeous mess of tears, animal ears already forming in sweaty curls, eyes all slitted gold like a feline's or a reptile's. His beast was struggling to burst free, and she couldn't tell what he was now, with fur-tipped ears and fire-like scales running up his tattooed arms.
He'd pressed himself against the net so tight that the threads had imprinted on his skin, inhaling deeply as if starving. And when she spent another beat looking at him, the slits of his eyes only swallowed the flecked gold into a dark void that had shivers running up the length of her spine. His tongue was out as he took big, hungry gulps. The pink flesh had long turned two-pronged like a snake's, flicking out to taste her in the air.
Snake. Her eyes darted down to his groin, to the knowledge of those reptiles…Two dicks and always fucking with an orgy. She was startled at the wetness, the patch that only grew as he pressed his body closer. The fabric clung to the curve of a bulge that seemed far too much, two times too big and far too thick to be just one. He'd long soaked through his pants with pre-cum, and a glorious smell of freshly baked treats and vanilla milk wafted from his scent gland, thick with the beginnings of something divine.
Artemis aliens could be crazy sex. She'd heard of it from the grapevines of her home. That they were lovers who could exploit the beasts of the world just to breed their lovers. That the situation would transform him and change him for the better. And right now, Halcyon had competitors, aliens that might knot her first.
To best them, he'd have to have the appendages to cum more, to fuck her harder and ensure that his seed was the first one to take root. With two dicks, he'd produce far more spunk, knot twice, and then he might even have his monster cocks barbed the moment she tried to leave his dick. He'd keep her locked to him if he had to, which meant he could fucking claim her if he wanted to.
She tore her gaze from Halcyon to the Alpha at the centre.
Valentino scared her. Summer-tanned cheeks flushed and a hairline dewy with sweat. His tails were now all blue — thick, vibrant, and veiny. They were no longer the red, angry ghostly apparitions of themselves, but moist, glossy tails that danced with a liquid-like fluidity. They shivered from the root of his back, tendrils that splattered glittery iridescent fluids all over the net, smelling deliciously like bitter chocolate, slippery honey, and the tart of strawberries.
And Rue could smell the heat of him, burning salty and sour, leaking from his body and turning dessert-like scent sweeter and thicker. His tails prodded at the netting, threatening to reach for her. And she supposed he could catch for her if he really wanted to. He could squeeze each limb through the crevices and snatch her from afar. But he was holding himself back, lips bitten bloody, jaw so taut it was now a rigid clench of muscle. And there was only danger now that spilt from his eyes.
Eros were incubuses, aliens made for the hottest, vibrating sex. She'd forgotten that. And now tasting him in the air with stolen breaths and heady looks, Rue knew those tentacles were meant to stretch her. He would spread her pussy, suction her clit, scissor her cunt until it would be too easy to dip his cock in the gummy hibiscus dip of her, like a finger through melting ice cream in the summer sun.
A squeeze of her thighs and a groan leapt from his throat, a husky timbre that had his brows knotting and his tails splattering dollops of fluid—lube for an eros' female. But with a desired lover, they could hold seed. His body stuttered, tentacles pulsating, and Rue swept her eyes away from him.
And then there was Altair, the mixed-blood peacock alien.
The most lucid and angry of the trio, he sat glowering at her. But his feathers were dripping crystal pearls, evidence of his lust, of his body tapping into his eros side from her pheromones. And while they fanned behind his back sharply, almost as if enraged, they were a sweet, blushing pink hue, like the carnations of his cheeks, like the plush silky pout of his cotton candy lips.
They shivered with the beat of his heart, blossoming and unfurling slowly like the most gorgeous of flowers. It beckoned her to come close, shimmering with spell-binding colours that hypnotised. And with it came the most delectable of smells of sugary florals like lilacs, like fresh jasmine, like spicy peony.
Altair was dangerous, and learning about his hermes blood had gifted her the knowledge that each feathery strand could light her nerves in liquid pleasure. He could paralyse her body, could turn her into the begging Omega that they seemed to want. And the twisted feathers could brush her most sensitive parts and turn her into a drooling mess of need. If Rue had the choice, she'd have chosen a safer alien species instead of the three of the most dangerous Alphas on the planet.
Altair seemed furious, and yet his thighs were locked together, fingers digging into his flesh. And when she caught his gaze, he growled through a breathy pant, hips twisting, eyes almost wet with want. "You bitch."
Rue supposed she deserved that. The fever inside her grew, cheeks boiling like there was a fire in her veins. And every inhale was saturated in the heady musk of prime Alpha that her body had been denied by the mint. A cramp twisted in her belly that had her sucking tiny breaths through her lips.
Fuck.
Valentino was the next to speak, choked up and heaving. "W-what's wrong with you?" He panted, eyes blown and almost drooling.
"What's wrong with her?" Altair laughed, a bark escaping from his mouth. "She's a fucking girl! She fucking lied to us!" He slammed his hands against the netting with a snarl. "Rue has a goddamn pussy!" But interest burned in his eyes, and she saw now the bulge that thickened between his legs.
"I know that. Rue told me she was beta," Valentino grumbled, eyes swimming with his confusion. "B-but what is this? A new drug to smell like an Omega? R-Rue why? I told you I'd give you anything, I told you—" He slapped a hand to his nose as if tortured, tears in his eyes, hands to his chest. "W-was I not enough for you?"
The idiot. And Altair seemed to mirror his thoughts with an angry giggle. "Val, you lovesick fool," Altair hissed. "Rue's an Omega in Heat—"
Halcyon was next to speak now, stumbling through growls, pawing at the net that swayed. "We've had Omegas. There's an entire group of them in Heat next door." Halcyon whimpered, a hiss twisting from his tongue, hips rutting. "But Rue smells…Rue smells like—" His breath caught in his throat, hands reached out. "L-like mate, like mine."
His words dissolved into a guttural snarl that had her shuddering back. And he blinked, growl changing, dipping into a purr. The sound startled her, had her body puddling with slick and his voice grew only warmer, alarmingly drenched in affection and sweetness.
"Let me out Omega, I'll take care of you so good, I promise Omega. I promise I'll only make you cum." Tears dripped from his eyes. Halcyon sniffled as if sweet, huddled as if small. "Please Omega, it hurts—"
"Don't fucking touch her!" Valentino snarled. "You can't be sure if she'll die from our touch like the rest of them. We can't—"
Altair growled at that, baring his teeth. "She brought this on herself, pretending to be an Alpha in our den knowing that we fucking hate Omegas that try to enter our pack." He gave her a scathing look, but even then, his feathers reached for her, and his lips quirked into a devilish smirk. He regarded her with such ardour, it was hard to treat the rage seriously. "We should teach her a fucking lesson—"
Halcyon panted, words twisting from his lips. His claws tearing at the ropes, ripping at the seams. "Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter if she traps us. She's our." He set his eyes on her; pupils eclipsed whatever was left of his irises. And he seemed almost feral as he spoke with a whine. "I want to feast on you, to breed you, to taste every inch of my moon." He sobbed, eyes fluttering, lust ballooning. "We need to knot her, need to claim her before our mates come and take her away from us—"
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