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She dreamed of dragon fire. A feline's claws claimed her fate.
For twenty-three years, Aria Copenhagen secretly hoped to present as an omega, fantasizing about being claimed by a majestic dragon alpha. When her biology finally awakens, her dreams shatter as territorial boundaries shift, placing her settlement under the control of the Feline Confederacy.
Commander Fritz Clawe, a scarred and battle-hardened feline shifter, views the newly presented omega with cold disdain. Reassigned to border patrol after refusing to slaughter innocent humans, the once-legendary commander has sworn never to claim an omega—especially one who clearly despises his kind.
When Aria's desperate attempt to flee toward dragon territory fails, she's captured and brought before the very creature she fears most. His impossible flexibility, expressive tail, and predatory grace embody everything she's been taught to dread. But as her first heat intensifies beyond control, Fritz faces an impossible choice—claim an unwilling mate or risk her capture by dragons.
Their reluctant claiming becomes a battle of wills as Aria clings to her dragon fantasies while Fritz exposes the brutal reality behind her childish dreams. Yet as territorial conflicts intensify, Aria witnesses firsthand the truth of both species—the casual cruelty of dragons and the surprising honor of the feline she once despised.
When dragon forces threaten everything they've built, Aria must decide: cling to fading fantasies or embrace the protection of the predator whose barbs have marked her body and whose honor has begun to claim her heart.
Hunter's Barbs is the fifth book in the scorching hot Prime Omegaverse Series! Contains explicit scenes with barbed anatomy, dubious consent evolving to willing surrender, and an enemies-to-lovers romance where a monster's true nature becomes his mate's greatest desire. HEA guaranteed!
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His gaze drags over my sweat-soaked form, lingering on the visible outlines of my hardened nipples, the soaked juncture of my thighs. Something in his expression shifts, control visibly cracking to reveal the predator beneath.
"Please," I beg, beyond pride, beyond thought, beyond anything but desperate need. "Make it stop. I can't bear this anymore. I'll do anything. Just make it stop."
Fritz's tail lashes once, sharply, the movement so fast it blurs in the dim light. "You begged for this," he growls, voice dropping to a register so deep it feels like thunder rolling through my bones. "Remember that."
His hands go to the fastenings of his uniform, movements no longer economical but almost violent in their intensity. The jacket tears as he pulls it off, revealing his powerful torso covered with golden-brown fur in tiger-like patterns that ripple with each movement. The fur bristles visibly as another wave of my heat-scent reaches him, his control slipping further.
I should be frightened. Some distant part of me knows I should be terrified of this massive predator showing clear signs of rut response. Instead, my body reacts with eager anticipation, another rush of slick preparation, my hips lifting unconsciously from the pallet in blatant invitation.
When the pants fall away, I can't stop my desperate gaze from dropping to what's revealed. My breath catches in my throat, a strange mixture of fear and anticipation flooding through me. His cock stands fully erect, far larger than human proportions—thicker than my wrist, longer than should be physically possible. The specialized ridges along its length have already begun to emerge, the barbs that will extend fully once inside me. The head gleams with moisture in the dim light, his own body's preparation for claiming.
Most shocking is the already visible swelling at the base—the knot that will lock us together, ensuring his seed floods my womb with nowhere to escape. It's massive, impossibly so, yet my omega biology responds with eager anticipation, my empty channel clenching painfully at the sight.
"Alpha," I whimper, the title slipping out unbidden. "Your knot... I need..."
A growl rumbles from his chest, the sound purely animal. The last of his clothing falls away, revealing his inhuman form in full glory. Fur covers not just his torso but runs along his powerful thighs and spine. His movements demonstrate impossible flexibility as he approaches the pallet, his skeletal structure clearly different from human design. In this moment of rut response, he appears more beast than man, more predator than commander.
And gods help me, my body wants him with desperate intensity.
"Present," he commands, the single word carrying layers of meaning that trigger responses buried deep in my omega biology.
My body obeys before my mind can process the command, turning to hands and knees on the pallet. My back arches sharply, hips elevating, thighs spreading wide to reveal the slick-soaked center of my need. My head drops forward without conscious thought, neck exposed in the classic submission posture I've spent years scorning in other omegas.
The thin shift still clings to my skin, an inconsequential barrier that Fritz dispatches with one swipe of partially extended claws. The fabric falls away in tatters, leaving me naked and presented before him, the ultimate omega submission posture that declares readiness for claiming more clearly than words ever could.
"Mine," he growls, the possessive declaration sending another flood of slick between my thighs.
The pallet dips beneath his weight as he positions himself behind me, his much larger frame radiating heat that makes my fevered skin feel cool by comparison. One large hand settles at the small of my back, claws carefully sheathed but their pressure still distinctly felt. The other tangles in my hair, pulling my head back to arch my spine even deeper.
"Look at you," he rumbles, voice barely recognizable through the growl that underlies each word. "Dripping for me. Ready to be bred."
His tail wraps around my upper thigh, the fur-covered muscle providing both restraint and unexpected stimulation against my sensitive skin. The touch draws a desperate moan from my throat, my hips pushing back unconsciously, seeking the fullness my body craves with single-minded intensity.
I feel the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance, impossibly large against my human anatomy despite the copious slick my body has produced. Fear flashes through the haze of need—he's too big, it won't fit, I'll be torn apart—but the omega biology drowns rational thought beneath waves of submission.
"Alpha," I gasp, the word half-plea, half-prayer. "Need your knot. Please..."
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