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"Right, but if I were your mate, I'd just take everything I want from you, on my knees, every day, every hour, every second." Kieran nodded. "I realise now, the younger ones get more from you because they're open about their needs. Because they're shameless about their desire."
"Everyone is fucking shameless."
"Not me, I haven't been crazy enough," Kieran told her. "I want to be slow, but I can't. I'm going to lose you to them, and Levi will rub it in my face."
"I'm not your slut."
"My sun, I am the slut," Kieran beamed, mouth forming hearts, teeth blindingly bright. "I said I'd be the one on my knees, what more could you ask for?" And Levi chuckled and made a low noise of agreement. "Didn't we establish that when you walked in on me screaming your name with another man's cock inside me?"
"You don't act like that when you're around the boys."
"I can't let them see that I'm actually submissive," Kieran replied with a shrug. "Only Levi does." He brightened. "And you."
"They probably know with how loud you both can get."
Levi purred. "We hide in the shadows and the lights."
"A shit disguise."
The hades paused, eyes sliding to hers, drawl low. "Only for my true mate does the darkness not listen." Rue ignored the nuance, ignored the sudden tension that boiled in the air, palpable with their eagerness as if they were hoping for a reaction.
"But I'm not your mate, and I'm not going to be your only Omega, " she pointed out with false cheer. Inside, she was boiling. "Enough with the 'you are special' bullshit. It's old. It's shit."
Kieran pursed his lips together, a glance at Levi and then back to her. "To be honest, we're not too interested in following the rules of the court as Dante is. Although he's pack Alpha, we do get a choice."
Levi murmured then, suddenly seriousness flavouring his tone. "A thousand babies doesn't sound like a good idea for me. It sounds like a fucking chore, do you know how many pussies I've got to fuck just to make sure the impregnation happens?"
Rue rolled her eyes. "Surely it won't be hard."
"Oh, but it is when your blood is mixed, and your powers are too strong. Dante can jizz himself dry for duty, but I'll be happy cumming in my actual lovers. When I actually want to cum when I feel like I'm going to explode." Levi licked his lips then, tongue flicking out to wet drying seams. And Rue tried to ignore the way his words seemed to include her as his lover.
"You're just puppies for Dante, you can't fool me."
Kieran hummed. "We're puppies for you too." Rue ignored that. "Besides, all the succession, all the blood baths? After you, I don't think I can take another Omega in our union. For Levi and myself, we'll just have that one kid, your kid. Then they won't have to fight their siblings for the throne. They'll just take the throne." Kieran pointed out. "Seems fair."
Rue snapped then, panic bubbling up her throat. "Unless they come out with two heads and twenty arms."
"Doesn't matter," Kieran shrugged, "Levi can fix it."
"His tongue isn't magic."
"Oh, but it is," Kieran smirked. "You could try it."
"Shut up," Rue rolled her eyes.
Kieran's fingers laced with hers then, a solemn look in his eyes. "Just one from you would be enough for me."
Rue snorted and tried her best to distract the two. "If this is all to get into my pants, I'm so not convinced you might as well be shitting on my face."
"Sitting on your face?"
Levi laughed, a joke bubbling, as she spluttered. "She'll only let you do that if you let her chain you naked to the ceiling."
"Valentino sleeps in those hanging nets as if he'll get another chance." Kieran's eyes shifted to hers then, a slow blink. His pupils were dilated, and despite the jest, there was a rush of eagerness that pitched his voice another octave higher. "Will he?"
"Fuck no." Rue scowled, trying to divert their attention away from all that, hands slapping at Levi's straying fingers. "Do you all really have to participate in the school trip for kids? You know me, I won't let them touch me like that, I'll only hold their hands—"
"You can't touch another Alpha," Kieran's eyes were sharp, a ragged hiss through his nose. His words were icy cold slicing through the conversation like a whistling blade. "Last thing we'll let you fucking do. You'll be pushed to do more than you want to. It's just the way it works, you might say no now. But when you face the needs of an Esper on the battlefield—"
"I'm a Guide. And they can't control me, I'll—"
Levi hissed. "Do you want them to sniff you out?" His grip tightened around her. "Do you love being in danger so fucking much? Seeing you roam that planet with those mangled mutts almost had me annihilating that entire fucking population. You don't know what you do to me. What you do to us. You're ours. You're mine. We, will keep you safe."
"I knew it!" Rue pointed a finger at him, ignored his words, ignored the stutter of her heart. The rush of it in its cage as if suddenly excited, suddenly pleased. "You were stalking me." Her cheeks felt warm, her neck only warmer.
"My shadows are always protecting you, Rue," Levi answered. "It's beyond my control."
Rue folded her arms. But inside, her mother's words drummed in her head, pounded in her temples. The Alphas could find loopholes to her command, and it seemed that Levi's shadows were capable of going beyond her words. And if she had to guess, Kieran's lights were probably capable of doing the same. "I don't want it."
Levi groaned. "You need it, you stupid little lamb."
She dislodged from their grasp then, hand on her hips, making a play to wipe at her neck and her hands on her shirt. They stared, eyes hot, gazes burning. The moment was enough to change the subject. "They say I smell mated to you; don't you hate that? You're inviting too many questions. What about your court? Your people?"
Kieran grinned, and relaxed back onto the couch, leaning against the cushion. This time Levi went back to healing him, lips on his belly, saliva sealing the cuts close, mending the scraps. "That is exactly what we want."
A breath escaped through Levi's nose, chaffed like a laugh. "And you wanted." He gestured to Rue to make his point clear. "You wanted to be an Alpha, so why not smell like an Emperor?"
*
The field trip was nothing like she quite imagined. There was no busload of students chattering as they travelled across the field, no teacher barking instructions over the speakers. It was just simple waiting in a tent on a dusty planet. And even then, there were no hulking warships, no crashing bombs, no chaos. Just soldiers patrolling, tents raised, and powdery dust grimy in the air.
Boring.
She'd be surrounded by her classmates if not for her position up front, but even up front seemed too quiet, too peaceful, too silent. The soldiers stationed at the doors to her tent seemed intent on pretending that they did not exist, melting into the canvas.
But Rue had participated in the briefing with her peers before they'd descended. And the professor had chattered on about expectations and dangers. The flying shrapnel, the cacophony of clashing weapons, the spark and zing of guns and lasers. The smells of destruction. The roar of the monsters, screeching through the air. They had been instructed to stay put in the tents—well-guarded and supposedly noisy.
There would be masses of Espers begging for emergency guidance. And they should expect a day of hard work, of fucking sweaty bodies, of meeting too many overpowered, mildly Rampaging individuals, of being made relevant and useful. The work would be rewarding, they would be graded for their success. Their ability to quench the poison in the Esper's blood would be measured after.
Rue was here to get an A.
And yet there she was waiting like a sitting duck, fingers tapping on the table, one leg propped up all lazy. The tent was simple, thick canvas on bent metal sticks forced into the earth. One table, two chairs. A gurney-looking bed that she had no intention of using. Medical device flashing at the corner for emergency Guide rescue. Then a flap at the back that opened up to a temporary toilet, settled in the dirt with a water cooler by its side.
A quick cheap set-up, ready to be dismantled and rebuilt in minutes. Enough to keep her wanting for nothing. But she supposed it had to be easier as their first trip, that they were concealing the war from the babies, that they needed to inch them slowly into the truth. Her eyes narrowed. Or the seven were fucking with her, attacking nothing, using excuses to just to take her—
The flap of the tent fluttered open, a stumble of heavy feet.
She couldn't smell them now, not with mint up her nose for her day-to-day activities. But the sounds of dripping, the shift of wind, the bubble. She turned biting down a gasp. This would be her second time looking at gaping open wounds, of black ink splattered all over bodies, of pain hunched and burning in their eyes.
Seraphim…And Dante.
Fuck.
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