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knight

ARROW AND CALIX start whining and Striker and I get up from where we are to go inside. I get something from my bond with Arrow, enough to know that something has happened with Lotus, something important.

I don’t get fear, though, just…

I don’t know.

We’re inside when she comes up the stairs.

Lotus’s face is spattered with little droplets of red. Her hands are bloody too, and she’s smeared them on her clothes and her hair, and I remember that some part of me would have reacted with some kind of alarm to that in some other reality.

But it seems perfectly normal now.

Bloody Lotus.

My vicious omega.

Yes.

She gestures with one hand and Arrow and Calix go down on their knees, still whining. With her other hand, she beckons to Striker and me.

I go to her. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted.

I know what she wants.

But she tells me, anyway, stroking the back of my head, her voice soft and somehow familiar. “Good hounds,” she says. “Bite your omega now, that’s right.”

I’ve known where my spot was for a while now. It’s on the slope of her left breast. I part her bloody clothes to get there. There are spatters of blood on her skin there, next to my spot. I don’t care. I don’t mind blood.

I rear back, teeth expanding.

“Good boys,” she says.

I bite her.

It sears me. She rushes inside me, and she is red .

calix

SHE LAYS ON the bed with her legs spread as we pleasure her.

We are hers, all hers, entirely hers.

Striker and Knight are tending, leaving Arrow and me to take turns licking at her slick. She is a very, very slick little omega with a pretty, plump clitoris that she likes having sucked and nuzzled.

Right now, I have her legs draped over my shoulders as I lap at her wet pussy. I could do this forever. I’ve never been happier than this, pleasuring my omega. This is home. This is my purpose in life. I am hers to do with as she likes.

She reaches down and strokes my hair as I lick her. “Such good boys,” she breathes.

I have a little jolt of something almost unpleasant. Did our omega always talk like that? It sounds like someone else, someone who I don’t think we liked.

“Lick me, alpha,” she says, imperious.

Did she feel that through the bond?

I double down on licking her pussy. I’m too turned on to care about any of that anyway. I remember that things were difficult in the past, even a few hours ago. But now, we are a pack, all bonded to our omega, and now she has complete and total control over us, and we are here only to serve her.

Now, everything is perfect.

I surrender.

Time begins to unspool in a long and meandering thread.

Lotus comes. A lot. Every time Lotus comes, we all feel it, and it’s fantastic.

Lotus feels it when we come, and when she figures that out, she’s enchanted and delighted by the notion of it.

So, she sits on the bed with one of us licking her pussy or teasing her tight, pretty, little nipples and she has the other three fuck each other in various ways.

I knot Arrow while Striker knots me.

Knight knots me while I knot Arrow.

Arrow knots me while I knot Striker.

It goes on.

I know we’re in a rut, all of us, because our erections don’t flag. Our knots will go down enough to disentangle ourselves, but we don’t ever get soft. We just keep going.

It gets dark.

We keep fucking.

Lotus wants us to fuck her.

We line up in her holes, Striker and Arrow in her pussy and ass, me knotting Arrow and Knight knotting Striker.

Then, we switch.

And again.

And again.

It’s light again.

I register at the edge of my consciousness that I’m sore—too much sex, too much penetration in holes that weren’t properly lubed. I’m hungry. I feel lightheaded.

But when I say that, Lotus says I can have a nice breakfast of my mates’ come, and then I can’t help but be very turned on by sucking each of their cocks in turn, swallowing them down.

It goes on.

But I don’t know how long, because I start to get dizzy sometimes, delirious. I notice sometimes that it’s dark again.

I think days pass.

Eventually, our cocks are soft.

She lets us sleep.

As I drift, I register there’s an awful smell of rot and death coming from the basement.

lotus

I GET DRESSED . It’s morning.

My pack is asleep, and I look down at them with a feeling of affectionate sweetness. I ran them ragged, didn’t I?

I pull on my clothes and I go outside.

It’s chilly and I realize that winter will be coming sooner than I think. That might be fine, but I don’t think I want to weather it here, in this place, this punishment house.

No, we can do better.

I want a proper nest. I’ve waited long enough.

I touch my bite marks as I walk, feeling each of them as they reach inside me with long fingers to brush my deepest core. With all the bites, I am whole in a way I have never been. I have come into my power, and I am now a force, a storm, an omega. It is time for a reckoning.

I don’t knock when I get to the main house. I just go in. I climb up the steps, following the scent of where I know the Vasilissa is.

It surprises me she hasn’t scented me, hasn’t come to me. But if she were to try to stand up to me, she’d be in for a surprise. She should have come and submitted, offered her entire pack to me, at my disposal.

I burst in on her, opening the door to her nest.

She is there, asleep, her mates curled around her.

They get up, coming to me but I only have to give them each a look before they bow their heads or fall to their knees.

Good.

Penelope wraps herself in quilts and sits up in the midst of the nest. She does not get to her feet.

Smart woman.

I fold my arms over my chest.

She tries to hold my gaze, shudders, and breaks. She bows her head. “What happened?”

“When will Selene be here?” I say.

“That… you heard about that.” She lets out a noisy breath, and then she speaks quickly, pleading with me.

“Listen, that was a foolish idea, and I see that now. I can scent—we can all scent—what you are. We would never think to challenge you, and you must accept my sincere apologies for even attempting to—”

“When will she be here?” I interrupt.

“You cannot actually think to go head-to-head with Selene like this. You will crush her.”

I laugh. “Does Selene deserve better?”

Penelope’s lips part. “Please. You have no quarrel with her. I am the one responsible for that even being suggested. It is my error. You would kill that poor girl.”

“Would I.” I survey her. “It is your error, however, Penelope. It’s good you recognize that.”

“You… what happened to you?” Her voice cracks.

“You might wish to make it up to me?” I say.

She nods. “Of course. What could we do?”

“Well, who knows,” I say with a shrug. “After all, I grew up in the secular world, and I don’t really understand insults amongst omegas, do I?” I throw her words back at her. “Although, it does seem to me you should be addressing me with respect, shouldn’t you?”

She cringes. “Yes, kyra. Apologies, kyra.”

“Better,” I say. “Now, how will you make amends for the way you have insulted me?”

“You must not stay in the punishment house anymore,” she says.

“No, I don’t think I must,” I say. I smile at her. “I’ll stay here.”

“But—”

“You will clear out of this house by noon today,” I say. “I am now the Vasilissa of this pack.”

She grimaces.

“You disagree?”

“No, kyra,” she says. “Apologies, kyra.”

“Also,” I say, “there is something that needs burying in the basement there. Have someone see to it.”