Page 15 of Shadow's Claim

"Show me everything," he demands, both physically and mentally, the dual invasion leaving nowhere to hide.

Images flood between us—resistance safe houses, extraction routes, communication codes—faster than I can suppress them. I feel him sorting through my memories with predatory efficiency, cataloging information for later use. When he withdraws from my mind, leaving me gasping and broken, his expression holds something new—not just triumph but curiosity.

"Fascinating resistance conditioning," he murmurs, four arms rearranging us into a more comfortable position while his knot maintains our connection. "Unlike standard operatives."

I'm too exhausted to respond, too shattered to care what peculiarities he's found in my mental structure. But I don't get long to recover.

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"Get up."

I'm dragged from exhausted sleep by two hands gripping my arms, hauling me upright. The room spins as blood rushes from my head, my limbs clumsy and uncoordinated from claiming aftermath.

"What—"

"On your knees," Kael commands, his massive form looming over me with renewed intensity. His prehensile cock already extends from his lower body, fully erect and pulsing with rut energy. "Time to put that translator's mouth to better use."

Understanding dawns with sick dread. I try to pull away, but his hands hold me firmly in place, guiding me to the floor before him. On my knees, I'm eye-level with his alien anatomy—the massive prehensile cock that's already claimed me in ways I never thought possible.

"No," I manage, finding some scrap of defiance despite everything. "I won't."

Shadows darken around us as his patience evaporates. One hand grips my jaw with uncomfortable pressure, forcing my mouth open while another wraps around my throat.

"You don't give orders here," he growls, his prehensile cock moving closer, the tip already producing that cool lubricant that tingles against skin. "You serve your alpha in any way he demands."

Before I can protest further, the tip of his cock presses against my lips, the taste alien but not unpleasant—something like mint and darkness, if darkness had a flavor. Evolution's sick joke: making alpha anatomy appealing to omega senses regardless of species.

"Suck," he commands, shadows extending to wrap around my wrists, binding them behind my back. "And mind those teeth, little omega."

I have no choice but to obey, my heat-addled brain responding to direct alpha commands with hardwired submission. The moment his cock enters my mouth, it changes—becoming smaller, more manageable, adapting to this new orifice with the same evolutionary efficiency that allowed it to claim my lower body.

"That's right," he groans, four hands working in perfect coordination—two holding my head, one maintaining pressure on my throat, the fourth stroking through my hair in perverse gentleness. "Take it deeper."

His prehensile cock moves with independent purpose, exploring my mouth as thoroughly as it explored my core. The ridges ripple against my tongue, creating sensations that should disgust me but instead trigger another rush of slick between my thighs. My heat, barely subsided, roars back to life with vengeance.

"Look at me," he demands, increasing pressure on my jaw until I raise my gaze to meet his violet eyes. "I want to see your face while you service your alpha."

The humiliation burns hotter than heat itself, but under it builds something worse—unwanted arousal, omega biology responding to alpha domination with enthusiasm that my conscious mind still rejects. Without his cock inside me, the emptiness returns with savage intensity, my body aching to be filled, claimed, knotted.

As if sensing my renewed need, Kael withdraws from my mouth suddenly, shadows releasing my wrists as four hands haul me upright.

"Against the wall," he growls, spinning me around and shoving me forward until my palms press against cold stone. "Legs spread. Back arched. Present yourself properly."

I comply without conscious thought, body moving into breeding position with omega instinct beyond rational control. Behind me, I hear his breathing accelerate, rut-affected alpha responding to omega presentation with primal intensity.

"Look at you," he snarls, one massive hand sliding between my thighs to gather evidence of my arousal. "Dripping for me already. Your mouth says no while your cunt begs for my cock."

I should have a clever retort, some cutting remark that maintains the illusion of resistance. Instead, I push back against his touch, seeking more contact with shameless need.

"Please," I whimper, past caring about dignity or defiance. "Alpha, please."

"Please what?" He circles my entrance without penetrating, four arms working in coordination to hold me in place while tormenting oversensitive flesh. "Tell me what you need."

"Your cock," I gasp, heat madness stripping away everything but raw need. "Inside me. Now. Please!"

He enters me with brutal force, claiming me against the wall with savage intensity. His massive body covers mine completely, four arms creating cage of flesh I couldn't escape even if I wanted to. Two hands grip my wrists, pinning them above my head. The third wraps around my throat, applying just enough pressure to restrict my breathing without cutting it off entirely. The fourth reaches around to find my clit, circling with merciless precision.

"Mine," he growls against my ear, his prehensile tongue extending to trace the sensitive shell before delving inside. "Say it."

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