Page 12 of Bonds of Hate

Cillian is the commander of my personal guard. Has been almost since we were both adolescents. He knows he isn’t supposed to leave my side unless relieved by another member of the guard that I trust.

Too bad for him. I don’t particularly trust anyone right now.

I hold his gaze as I continue to pound the squirming beta, not breaking eye contact even as I switch my grip tohold her more firmly. She probably can’t help the frantic little movements. Any thoughts of her pleasure have shifted to the far periphery of my thoughts, assuming they ever existed.

Cillian doesn’t blink. His features settle into a familiar mask as he holds my gaze. The ability to hide his true self away is both an innate talent and something honed over a lifetime spent navigating court politics. He would probably say that my moods are the more difficult dance to master, but answers like that are why I don’t ask the question.

He might do me the courtesy of expressing his disgust silently, but it still pisses me off.

I grip a handful of the beta’s hair and use it as leverage to yank her body up against mine. The dark strands wrapped around my fist have purple highlights. I resist the urge to tear them out by the roots.

Somehow, a rumor spread that I prefer the color. Too many of the harem betas have resorted to bad dye jobs, hoping to catch my attention. Little do they seem to realize that this particular shade might as well be a red banner waving in front of a raging bull.

I fucking hate it.

One arm anchors around her waist to keep her still when she bucks hard enough to almost push me out of her while letting out another annoying screech.

Betas are much more enjoyable to fuck when they’re in a little pain. They don’t squeeze down with anywhere near enough force from pleasure alone.

The position forces Cillian to get an eyeful of bouncing, fake tits. I’m basically daring him to look away.

And how can he? What if an assassin chooses thatprecise moment to burst through the window? Then he’ll have to explain to the crown that he let one of their royal princes die in favor of minding his own tender sensibilities.

A pink flush colors Cillian’s cheeks. Anger flashes in the depths of his eyes, but only for a fraction of a second before he hides the emotion away with everything else that he buries down deep within himself.

I don’t keep the challenge from my expression as I stare him down. If he wants to turn this into a fight, then I’m more than ready.One of these days, I’m going to make him lose that composure and all of his control with it. The sheer amount of bloodshed might be enough to put a Roman legion to shame.

Cillian blinks first. He finally tears his gaze away from mine. The icy blue of his eyes shifts to pale grey in the light as his attention flits around the room for a few seconds without landing on a reasonable target. It doesn’t take long for him to remember his duty, and he finally returns to watching me. Though this time he doesn’t meet my eyes. He keeps his gaze fixed on the thin chain around her neck. The stamped insignia of the royal harem hangs from the end, bouncing off her chest

I fuck her harder, making those tits bounce along with the stamped pendant.

“Would you like it if we both took a turn with you, honey?” I ask, pounding harder with each word. “I know about those prince-and-his-guards fantasies you girls whisper to each other at night. Every one of you wants a pack of hungry alphas with their teeth at your throats.”

To her credit, the girl doesn’t miss a beat. “Not just our throats, my prince. Anywhere you want.”

I lift her higher until her toes just barely touch the floor. She makes a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure, but she doesn’t stop meeting each of my strokes with a practiced twist of her hips.

She would probably let me choke her to death on my knot if I asked, but I still appreciate the effort. Harem betas are scheming, desperate things at their best, but who can really blame them? Their options are limited. The king might allow his harem to be shared with his sons and other high-ranking Alphas at court, but the competition remains fierce. Any harem beta that wants to last long enough to birth an heir has to display more than just easy enthusiasm to maintain her place.

If they go long enough without finding favor, then they’re forced out. The expense of feeding and housing them in luxury is paid off on their backs.

On their backsorstanding up to be fucked from behind in a gloriously filthy display for a Saturday morning.

Those options are limited only by the imagination.

Motherhood guarantees a permanent place at the palace, though the odds of it are remote enough to be almost laughable.Though it doesn’t stop any of them from trying their absolute best.

“You’ll do anything I want, won’t you, darling?” I croon in the beta’s ear. My words aren’t actually meant for her, but I still appreciate the little shiver she gives in response. “I bet this cunt could stretch wide enough to take us both at the same time. Bet you’d love that.”

Her adrenaline spikes, and I taste the scent of her fear on my tongue. The girl stays in the moment, though, despite some understandable concern. “Oh, yes. Please,Alpha. Please, Prince Logan. Give me all of it. I want both of your knots.”

I wrench her head hard enough to rip out some of that purple hair if she didn’t jerk up with the movement. The growl emanating from my chest is made of pure malice. “Cillian isn’t a fucking Alpha, girl. The only knot you’ll get in this room is mine, assuming you can even take it.” Anger casts my vision in a haze of red, with the black fog of oblivion growing at the edges. “Or is that not good enough for you? Maybe you need a lesson on what a true Alpha can do. You won’t even be able to crawl back to the harem when I’m done with you.”

I loosen my hold on her waist, letting his full weight rest against my thrusting hips. This position forces me deeper. My cock bottoms out hard, battering her cervix with the full force of my hips.

She screams in response, hips bucking away in a futile escape attempt.

It’s the sort of punishment an Omega could take without permanent damage.

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