Page 12 of The Blind Hordesman

Kiki’s leg is sticking out between the bars. I run a hand down it, then grip the ankle I’m gonna tie up some day, and rub a thumb over her soft skin. Like the animal I am, I sniff her skin. She’s thin enough to fit her lower leg through, but not her thigh. I remove her sock and touch her toes. There’re five of them. I have a thing for toes. I was born without them, though my brother has them, hence my fascination with the little projectiles. I wonder if she paints them. Let’s wake her up and find out.

I reach into my pocket. Find it empty. I try the latch. It’s locked.

Kiki stole my fucking key, waited for me to leave, then locked herself inside the cage so I can’t reach her. Un-fucking-believable. I strip off all my armor and lie back, close my eyes I have no need to close, and cover myself with the only fur she left me. It’s old and thin, and if my uncle Kinre hadn’t given it to me fifteen years ago, I’d have thrown it out. This Omega really wants to go to war with me.

Chapter 6

Kiki

Sleeping in the cage instead of my bed or even his bed wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. I realize this in the morning as I try to uncurl from the fetal position by first bringing up my leg that’s protruding out of the cage, then struggling to shift onto my back so I can reach the key in my pocket. By the time I get the key, I’m sweating. With a peek over at the sleeping Alpha, I hold the key over the lock and pause. He removed his metal armor.

And oh my loins, there’s all this muscle on his chest, arms, neck, everywhere. He’s born for fighting. One leg bent at the knee shows me his thigh, his privates covered with a fur. I rise up on my elbow and survey him as a whole. One thing comes to mind.Take my virginity.I am twenty-four, never been touched, and my body is definitely ready.

Shaking my head, as if that would shake off the vision of Alpha male perfection, I unlock the cage with a soft click. I know their hearing is superior to mine. I freeze, stop breathing, wondering if it would be enough to rouse him from sleep. Once I’m sure he’s still asleep, I crawl out backward, hit my head on the top bar, cringe, keep moving. Standing, I rub the back of my head and look around.

His armor is thrown around as if he walked while stripping it off. Clothes, boots, weapons, and armor everywhere. The mess bothers me, but I don’t wanna clean now and wake him up. Lions are best while sleeping, and one should admire them from afar. Like, from miles away and with a telescope. I ought to run. But I can’t leave my sisters. I ought to take them with me, but I know most of them can’t leave. They’re simply not high functioning enough to survive the change of environment.

Quietly, I unzip the flap separating the sleeping room from the larger area, and, one leg out, I attempt step into the main tent space.

A cold hand closes over my ankle and pulls.

I scream and flail my arms not to fall on my face. Instead of me eating shit, my back hits the ground, and that hard body lies on top of mine. The Hordesman purrs. It’s soft and soothing, and my insides twist, my pussy fluttering as if telling me this is the one that’s gonna make it bleed. Because he’s on top, the purr vibrates all along my body, then hits my clit. I swear I feel it swell. When an Alpha like this one comes along, it’s gonna be tough saying no. I open my mouth to get angry with him, when he smiles.

“You stole my key,” he says.

“You dropped it, and I took it.”

“Liar.” He sniffs my hair, runs his nose down my face, and he purrs more softly yet, sexier. I’ve never heard an Alpha purr like this before. Oh, I’ve heard them purr, but this has to be something they teach them over at the Hordesmen Academy. He buries his nose in the crook of my neck and bites. Gently.

My pussy spasms, and liquid floods my panties. My channel pulses and gushes again as if I’m in heat. But I’m not. There’s no pain. It’s just this Alpha and his scent and his purr and his muscles everywhere. I grip his bicep, give it a squeeze. “Please stop.”

“More lies.”

I push him, then grip him again and bring him closer. I am so confused. There’s a haze over my eyes, my vision blurring, and I gasp. “You’re gonna send me into heat.”

“I’ll service you.”

“Dear Serpent.”

“Pray harder, Omega.” He grips my ass, squeezes, hits it once, twice, then he leaps up and stands there, nude, stroking his dick. I blink trying to clear the haze, and also—let’s be honest—so I can see him better. I drool. As in saliva collected in my mouth spills. Tattoos, muscles, big thighs, and a cock the size of… I don’t know. Maybe thirteen or fourteen inches.

“Get out of here,” he says.

I don’t need to be told twice. My body wants him, and if I were in heat, there’s no way I’d refuse this Alpha. Hell, I’d nest for him. But I’m not in heat, and I have to check in on my sisters, the livestock, the meals, the house. Right? Hello, brain, help me out here.

I stand and hesitate.

He smiles. “You like what you see. You can’t leave. You want to sit on my dick and ride off in the sunset. That’s fine, Omega. We can do that too. But I warn you, if I end up liking what I get in these furs, I’m keeping you.”

“I am promised to a pack, Alpha.”

“Lies again, but in case I’m wrong, know that I’m gonna kill the pack, gonna kill your daddy, gonna do all those killings in the most brutal ways, and, best of all, I’m gonna make you watch.”

“You’re an animal.”

“Yeah, but I’m a sexy animal, and you like sexy animals. Now, get out of here before I drench myself in that sopping-wet pussy.”

Mad at myself and him, I put on my boots. I move to walk out, but halt. His hound stands at the exit, blocking my way. Daddy bought a pair of hounds once, but we couldn’t train them not to eat the livestock, so he took them out one day and returned without them. This hound watches me with intelligent eyes, and although his hackles are down and he appears sleepy, my heart beats hard in my chest. These animals eat people.

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