Kapitel 79: End of Chapter 25
He froze, eyes wide, nose sniffing, body taut. The room was in chaos. But it was the mound of ripped clothing on the bed in the darkness that caught his eye. It was as if a tornado had roared through the room and then twisted everything into a mess on the bed. But it was the smell that got him first. The thick scent oozed and rippled, burning the air, and dizzying all.
It startled him and had him stumbling to a halt, almost tripping on his feet, lips open as his voice strangled into a gasp. It was a saccharine sweetness, only this was luscious, like condensed milk, like warm buttery cream. It was an indescribable deep sugar that resembled the rawest forms of honey, the creamiest of sweet milk, like juice from the sweetest fruit, like pleasure from the gods. It coated his tongue, had him lapping the air, lost in the need to taste until it flavoured the back of his throat, and filled his entire being.
Altair moaned.
It smelled good, like bakeries and ripe fruit sort of good, so fucking good that he lost his mind for a minute, maybe an hour. Fuck, he didn't fucking know. His body trembled, hole shivering, cock swelling. He wanted to fuck it, wanted to pin it down and piston his dick into it. He wanted to knot it, wanted to spill thick, angry ropes of semen into a wet little pussy—
Altair was hauled up into the air, vision flipped, feet lost. His breath tore from his chest at the speed of the trap. Then the shatter of electricity across his flesh, the bite of a dart into his skin weakening his body. His limbs were akimbo, and he thrashed and seized for the attacker, then paused, sinking into the ropes.
He'd been strung up high like a marionette, trapped by ropes that tied him to the ceiling. Rage roared through him, hard and clouding his cock already weeping for the Omega. And he snarled, testosterone clouding his brain, teeth sinking into sticky ropes as instincts tore into his muscles.
That Omega. His Alpha breathed inhaled drug sweet scent once again. He needed to fuck that Omega, he needed her, needed her so bad. Another second and he settled, breathing through his mouth, roar pounding his eardrums as he submitted in his cell, trying to separate himself from Valentino's wants, from Valentino's emotions. His tails fondling at the ropes that constricted his body, reaching for whatever held him fast.
It was a weak trap, a shitty one to be completely fucking honest. But Altair was sloppy with his escape attempts, weakened by the smell that invaded his nostrils, his very being and his goddamn soul. It had him salivating, wanting nothing more than to go on his knees and lap at raw pussy until the taste coated the back of his throat.
Because it was pussy, and what fucked them up was no doubt an Omega. One that appealed to his Alpha so much that he felt addled by the pool of her pheromones, a scent so rich he wanted nothing more than to rip open cloth and slide into wet waiting sweetness, all gooey and melting for his cock. The temptation was like no other, and Altair struggled to describe it all, his brain lost in instinct, in his Alpha, in the hard growing pulsation of his cock, so ready to knot it was growing purple.
God, it was already half-knotting, he was sure of it.
It felt worse than Rampage, worse than Rut. It was skin-clinging, a static that buzzed through him intensely, turned his head cotton candy-like. It was as if he'd lost his soul, and already he was ready to claim whatever the fuck was emitting that smell. One squirt across his face, and Altair was sure he'd lose his entire being to the Omega, his teeth already sharpening to bite. Altair was drunk on that ambrosial scent that burned his lungs, drunk on Omega, and he needed to have her. He needed it so badly.
And that was fucked up because Omegas smelled like ass to Altair. He tried to remind himself, tried to remind himself that Omegas were weak little lower beings that shouldn't mean so much to him. He tried to tell himself that he was beyond the need to reproduce. He was beyond worshipping an Omega as an Alpha of greater strength, as an Alpha with seven Alpha soulmates. But this one did, and God it felt as if he'd lost his brain cells, saliva dripping from his mouth, breath ragged in his throat, sweat pouring down his face.
This Omega must have drugged him.
There was no fucking way he was losing it to an Omega.
This must be a ploy for the throne, some sick fuck wanting to reduce him into a weeping, begging Alpha.
His gaze turned to his mates, seeking help. But Halcyon was just as lost, already half-transformed into an animal, twisting in his ropes, whining and roaring, a pant thick in his voice. And Valentino, his eros, all glassy-eyed and begging. He'd lost himself too, his tails red and vibrating against the ropes, attempting to tear through, writhing and snarling. But it was the voice that had them all growing quiet, eyes darting into the darkness. And suddenly they weren't determined to kill the girl that had rendered them paralyzed and speechless.
Because this was someone they wanted.
"Good."
The voice was soft, familiar, raspy with Heat, and oh so fucking good it had a rush going up his spine. His cock spilling thick with wads of pre-cum that stuck messy in his pants. And Rue rose from the bundle, body twisting into the light.
Altair drank it down, drank the slender ankles, the concave of her lower back, the mounds of breasts on her chest, nipples hard, then the jut of her ass. The pink curve of it all, then the folds, the fat chubby pussy lips that oozed and soaked panties until it was sticky and see-through. The curl of honey slick, glistening juicy down her thighs. The gummy dip of her inner folds, all ready and waiting to be messed up and fucked.
So fertile, so hot, so fucking beautiful.
An Omega.
A girl in Heat.
Rue was an Omega in Heat.
And Valentino seemed to explode into a mess of brilliant blue tails.
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