Chapitre 77: -
Rue began to ache for a knot, for a cock, for a mate, for an Alpha. Her hunger was rising, and she was thirsty for a taste of one of her seven. Rue craved them, craved them leaking, wet and begging. Rue wanted them sticky, hot, nasty and thick. The luxurious crest of a hard, throbbing cock, thick and messy with salt. The orgasm, the pleasure, the rush. She needed them so badly; that she began shaking.
Her seven? No fucking way. Teeth barred into a snarl, she began trying to stop. She tried everything with stumbling legs, nails digging into flesh, and teeth biting her lips raw. She begged then, tried to use her willpower to end her Heat. But she had to build a nest, had to fuck an Alpha. How else would she be safe? How else could she mate, grow swollen, bellied and hold multiple young?
She fought, and yet there was no time. Her body wanted, and her scent grew only stronger. Her eyes strayed to the clock, to the door. Halcyon. Halcyon would return eventually to his room. He'd find her with his two other mates, Valentino and Altair, and then he'd fuck her, and he'd claim her.
Rue didn't mind the fucking now, didn't mind having him take away her Heat. She didn't mind him with a buttery cock in her pulsating pussy. Each stroke was sloppy and airy, globes of slick, thick and tacky collecting between their thighs, spiderwebs between slapping flesh. She did not mind the rush of Alpha pheromones, so musky and delicious she'd grow delusional with need. But for him to claim her, to use her, to keep her?
Valentino would bite her, would breed her in solitude. And Altair must only want the same. Halcyon could be no different. They seemed that close, after all. She couldn't have that, had to use them and yet she had to have that time. She had to have that safety to think, to act, to work against herself. She wanted that control, the moments post-orgasm, to ponder if a cock was truly what she needed, and if she could get away with just tasting, just feeling.
She wanted to be in control.
Her eyes shimmered, gaze tore to her bag, to what defences she had. The whispers of what she needed clouded her mind, and her muscles ached with heat. But with a crazed rush, she worked, fingers twisting rope, pulling at technology. The traps she'd made to prepare for the worst of the Alphas. Sticky ropes, paralyzing guns, tasers and weapons. The methods to stop an Alpha from taking what he wanted, the devices to protect herself from harm.
A nest.
A true nest that would protect her from all.
Including the Alphas.
She readied them all, aimed towards the door, and laced every surface with traps to trigger, traps she knew. Rue then swiped a hand over her core, fingers dipped sticky with the purest of her slick. She pressed her fingers to the door and swiped her scent over the frame with a strange pleasure that bubbled in her throat.
This would stop them in their tracks and give her the time to attack. She'd watch them stumble at the frame, stand stock-still and sniffing. And then she would pounce. There was nothing she could do after that but settle in her nest and wait for her Alphas. Whining pathetically in her bed with Halcyon's clothes soaked in her slick.
Altair
"For fuck's sake," he scowled. "They're all in Rut? What did they do? Stare too fucking hard at Rue's ass or something?"
Altair was fucking pissed. It wasn't every day when he lost to Valentino in a conquest. It hurt to see his mate melt into Rue, kissing desperately, shamelessly, and as if they were fucking right before his eyes. Altair's heart had sunk to his stomach like a jealous lover, and he'd thrown a hissy fit right after.
Although it would be cruel to call Rue a mere conquest, considering the hold he had over their hearts. Rue wasn't just a conquest; Rue was literally a God. And Altair was a whipped motherfucker.
After all, who else could make both Valentino and Altair beg?
Rue was their extra-dominant, extremely powerful soulmate. He was the only soulmate who could put him over his knees and paddle his ass with fingers strangling his balls. And Gods, Altair would still thank him for it with a weepy cry and a creamy splash of jizz all over Rue's feet. Rue was just that fucking godly, and Altair was just that goddamn slut that begged for the scraps of Rue's affection.
Rue was the only soulmate who'd had the privilege of marring the beautiful bodies of two of the most gorgeous Alphas in the world. He had marked both Valentino and Altair as his own, soul words inked across Altair's rim and Valentino's dick like a dog's collar.
And so why the fuck had Valentino gotten him first?
They had yet to spill the news to their pack, fearing mostly the outrage they'd experience from their older soulmates, Dante, Seraphim, Levi and Kieran. To be completely honest, the topic had bounced between them again and again the moment Rue had shown up in their lives. It'd become a reason to fight, and a discussion that usually led to an angry hiss from their pack Alpha, and then a night of sulking on their beds without the warmth of the pack's nest.
Their mates did not want to talk about Rue.
Only Halcyon would be pleased with the knowledge that he was right all along, and Rue had always been theirs. Because Valentino and Altair's marks were only proof, that Seraphim's readings were fucked up, wrong and clearly missing an eighth guide to settle their bond. Not that the proud, prissy Poseidon would ever admit it, although Altair had caught him staring longingly at Rue's ass more than once.
The trio believed that Rue was just far too fucking powerful, and Seraphim simply couldn't see his soul. For now, that theory had yet to be challenged, with Seraphim's acid-like lava jizz merely icing Rue's pretty fingers—which could mean he was Seraphim's soulmate, but the Poseidon had denied it vehemently as the idea repulsed him. And Rue's consistent capabilities of smashing SSS-ranked Espers into walls without fear.
"Be nice," Valentino murmured, turning pretty eyes to him, brows twisted into a furrow. He'd just ended a call with their mate, and it had concern drifting across his features. But the call was all an excuse to divert their attention from the true issue at hand. "It's not a problem, but it'll be a difficult and long Rut, Kier said not to come. He's sealed the doors because they managed to spill something in there that makes them all feral and close to Rampage. He's worried we'll get pushed into an early Rut too."
"Feral?" Altair laughed and turned to glare at the offending eros who'd fucked up his day by being the first to be accepted wholeheartedly by their soulmate. Gods, Altair would kill someone if Valentino and Rue started acting all lovey-dovey without him, he'd murder Valentino if they started dating one-on-one. "Didn't know those dinosaurs took drugs to cum. Maybe I should jump in and join them so I can forget how you betrayed me."
"And me," Halcyon piped out from behind with a sniff, eyes still dewy with tears. He wept like they'd already lost. And maybe they had. "How could you Val? You know how much Rue meant to me."
All afternoon they'd been shooting daggers at one another, glaring at each other with puffed-up chests and roaring pheromones. And before they'd known it, Rue had slipped from their grasp and disappeared from their sight the moment their classes had begun. Gods, Altair had been tempted to skip, but classes were really monster subjugation meetings and talks to settle the chaos back home.
Politics and shit that Altair had to do as future emperor.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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