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I yawn. “Take me home.”

“Certainly.”

Chapter 9

Raven

Sleep deprived yet sober, the Omega squirms in my arms. At the top of the Stronghold, I rattle a unique tune, and the hologram masking the entrance to my private chambers shimmers and slides open. From the outside and to the people mingling at the office floor, it looks like a conference room we never use.

Alert, Junior paces the floor, and I nod at him, try to reassure him as the chambers close and the hologram engages behind me. Something is coming. I feel it in my bones, and my people trust me with theseknowings, as my uncle Vemlox calls them. I sense something isn’t right in the air.

My Horde hides in the shadows.

The Collectors are marking homes tonight.

The Stronghold is the safest place on Earth.

I throw the Omega on my mattress, and she bounces off, then looks around. I leave her to get used to her new sleeping quarters. In the bathroom, I freshen up and shed the fake armor, remove the scent of fish and Anna’s uncle from my skin by washing my hands, chest, and face, then drying with a towel.

When I get back into the bedroom, Anna stands by the bed barefoot, shoes hanging from the tips of her fingers. I take her shoes and put them on the dresser, then sit on the bed and spread my legs. “Come to me.”

Anna stands there.

“I have an Omega who melts when I purr and can’t wait to experience the relief of the plug when I take it out of her ass. Correct me if I’m wrong.” I stretch my hand out, wiggle my fingers, and purr softly. Regha Omegas understand their dynamic and how to make the best of it, while human Omegas mainly resist, under the horrid impression it somehow devalues them, places them below the Beta population. The resistance brings confusion, conflict, and war between mind and body.

It is unfortunate humans aren’t more comfortable with their dynamic or their sexual drive. I would love to remold the society’s perceptions but for that I will need to win this fine Omega. And so I will.

Purring for an Omega is a skill I learned from the best. Though Anna resists, I’m persistent, dropping the volume low and intimate as if I’m whispering dirty secrets. Sure enough, Anna approaches, and I lift her dress, then remove it. Her nipples, hard and in need of attention, present themselves for me. I suck on the left one first, then the right, while stroking her pussy. I don’t have to order her to spread her legs and make room for my hand. She does so because she wants to get off. I don’t blame her. “You did well tonight,” I say. I could tell her discomfort with the crowds, especially the cameras.

She moans and strokes my braid, then shoves her breasts into my face. I suckle and pump my fingers faster, watching Anna hang her head. I release her breast with a pop and join our foreheads. Lips parted, eyes closed, she chases her orgasm. “This is what it feels like to embrace your dynamic, the very core of who you are,” I say. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

Blunt nails dig into my shoulders. My natural armor, the emerald-green body plates under my skin, itches to rise. A natural response. If I erect my armor, she’ll break her fingernails. Though I’d love to fuck her in full armor—there’s something incredibly primal in the act—I opt out of it tonight.

Anna comes all over my fingers, gushing the Omega pussy juice she’s held back for Serpent knows how long. She’s coming so hard, she can barely stand. I grab the back of her neck. “It’s okay, release it all. We’ll need the lube.”

Anna blinks open her pretty brown eyes, and I kiss her the only way I know how. By invading her mouth. I lay her on the bed and unsnap my pants, then take out my cock. Her small hand, I pick off my shoulder and bring it down my stomach to my cock, where I make her take me into her palm. She strokes. I pry my lips from hers and lick the skin near her neck, my teeth throbbing, ready to claim either my next victim or my princess.

I’m a Sewa Regha Alpha, firstborn male of the strongest Alpha in my homeland, who passed me the gift of venom. I can kill or claim with it. Most times, I kill with it. With an Omega, it depends on her blood.

Legs parted, Anna strokes me with both hands. As I lie next to her, she hooks a knee over my hip, effectively inviting me to stroke her pussy. Satisfied, I purr louder. The sound makes her grab my cheeks and kiss me like her life depends on it.

Anna is a passionate lover. The Great Serpent better not make her a victim.

I flip her on her belly, tuck her right under me, pull the plug out, and replace it with my cock. Anna screams as the bulk of my dick enters her stretched ass, and I grab her throat and hold her breaths with one hand while rubbing the magical clitoris with the fingers of my other hand. The clitoris is important, and I pay it the most attention. While I was growing up in preparation for my ascent to power, my uncle drew pictures of it, making sure that when my cousins and I encountered Omega pussy on Earth, we didn’t make fools of ourselves and try to stroke the entrance.

He also told us about ass, mainly, it’s okay to fuck it.

So I’m fucking it.

I release her throat, and as she takes a deep breath, I slide deeper inside her ass. “I know you’ve not been fucked there, and the thought of me conquering it first makes me both violent and possessive. Pray that you survive your heat, Omega, because when it comes, I will fill both your pussy and your ass. You’re not getting a pack. All you get is me. And I’ll be damned if I’m gonna underperform to your pack fantasies.”

Anna mumbles something but can’t complete her thought because she bucks under me and comes so hard, she bites my forearm. I growl at the pain from her blunt teeth and slide farther into her ass, but not all the way. I’m not here to rip her open, I’m here to show her the beauty of my own dynamic. My dick, long and wide, is made for conquering Omega pussy. Half the length of it, she can take.

Brown hair sticking to her cheeks, Anna slumps on the bed, palms spread over the pillow. I rub her back and feel every muscle in her body give way under my fingers.

I have complete control of the female.

It excites me.

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