Alpha Knots: Alpha Horde, #3

by Jacks, Milana

  Sidone points at one of the numerous intertwining stairs. There, two males carry Loyo, Vemlox at their heels, black eyes on me.

  “He sure looks at you funny,” Sidone mumbles.

  “I don’t think it’s funny,” I say.

  “Neither do I. And I don’t think you’re his slave. The Horde doesn’t take slaves, and my brother doesn’t cart insignificant women around. He also doesn’t risk his life for a damn hound. So you have three fucking blinks of my eye to tell me who you are and why you’ve come. One.” She blinks.

  Thinking about reaching for my gun and blowing her brains out, I step away instead. Her armor’s down, so the bullet would injure her, and likely would injure her even with her emerald body plates up.

  Two blinks.

  She smiles. It’s not pleasant.

  “Where do you want him?” one of the males carrying Loyo asks.

  Sidone points to a drape-covered door. Obviously, I’m not in my element, and the best thing to do is appear nonthreatening so that when I make my move, nobody will expect it. I don’t yet know or understand my situation, but I do know something’s cooking, and I’m not gonna like the taste. I lower my gaze and round Sidone. I can shoot her later.

  Our apartment is like something one would find in a museum celebrating Native American culture. Carved wood furniture occupies the floor; furs, skins, pans, and pots hang on the walls on my right, and a pile of furs covers the corner on my left. Suppressing the need to pet Loyo, who rests near the door, I walk around the place, running my hand over the wall. It’s coarse, brownish yellow in color, and it makes the room appear warm. All I want to do is take those furs and make myself a nice warm bed where I can sleep though this alien ordeal and wake up in my studio apartment alone and somewhat happy.

  “Will this do, Your Highness?” Sidone asks.

  “Yes, thank you,” I say and turn around in time to see she wasn’t even talking to me but to Vemlox, who’s blocking the door. He steps aside long enough for the guys to exit, then watches his sister, who stays, likely waiting for an explanation. Sidone stands there, shoulders pulled back, chin tilted up in defiance. She’s clearly curious and ready to break someone’s balls. But Vemlox jerks his head, gesturing for her to get out. Surprisingly, she does, but as she walks past him, she jabs her elbow in his belly. Vemlox doesn’t flinch, though it must’ve hurt, and moves inside the room, closing the drape flap behind him. With the only source of light gone, the room darkens but for a strip of glowing light in all four corners, enough for me to see around the room.

  We stand there. I also expect an explanation. Vemlox expects sex. He reaches me in two strides, and as I retreat, he backs me up against the wall, lifts one of my legs over his hip, and grabs my hair. My mouth opens when he yanks my head and slams his lips over mine. He moves his hand from my hair to my clothes, which he rips only enough to stick his hand in and grab my breast. He squeezes it, and I swallow my scream.

  I push him away. “Are you releasing pheromones that are making me attracted to you?”

  He shakes his head. “I don’t need any pheromones.”

  “But Sidone smelled them. Or did I get that wrong?” I fix my top.

  “Sidone smells trouble,” he snaps. “Rightfully so.” He points at the door. “They’ve changed the rooms, and I gotta go scout where everyone sleeps. But worry not, I won’t be too far. Nobody will come inside my chambers, but in case a stupid one does, shoot him in the head.” He points at his forehead. “That’s where our brain resides.”

  “Here I stand, thinking your brain resides in your asshole.”

  “I don’t have an asshole.”

  “Exactly.”

  He narrows his eyes. “Is that human humor?”

  “Sarcasm.”

  “It’s not funny.”

  “I’ll try wit instead.”

  “Try to sleep.”

  And then he’s off.

  The empty left side of the apartment calls for an intervention, namely one where I make myself a bed. Though I’m certain Vemlox isn’t cold, the furs are enough for both of us. The colorful furs are made from different types of animals I presume they’ve captured and eaten because they’re hungry. People living up here must have limited supplies, so they would hunt when supplies were low. I can’t see outsiders coming here and dragging goods up the mountain unless they fly with ships. Nah. If they could use spaceships, Vemlox would’ve traveled with one. I also noticed he took the stairs instead of the cage. Maybe he just likes to walk everywhere.

  From among the furs, I pick out several red ones. They’re huge, fluffy, and super warm, probably made of nesser. Loyo snorts, and I walk to him and pet his flank, careful not to cut myself on his scales. He senses my touch and lowers them even more. I run my hand in the scales’ growth direction but not up. My sack weighs heavily on my back, and I shrug it off, then set it aside. A medical tool peeks from a hole in the sack. I pick it up, move it from one palm to the other, glance at Loyo, then up at the ceiling as if God will provide me with some answers.

  “Always do what feels right to you.” Daddy’s voice sounds in my head.

  The right thing to do now is to close the hound’s wounds so he can recover quickly and I can ride him out of here. The smart thing to do would be to shut up and put up with anything until the hound recovers on his own, then ride him out of here with medicine for myself. I don’t know where I’d go or how I’d find the girls and a way back to Earth, but this entire place gives me the creeps.

  I wish it was just me and Vemlox again. Then I do the right thing and seal Loyo's wound.

  11

  Vemlox

  Sidone ambushes me just as I step out. I put a hand on her shoulder and squeeze, trying to release some tension from her body. “You've changed the layout,” I observe.

  “You've changed your dynamic, brother.”

  Ouch. “Montar’s war room is still in the same place, I presume?” The war room is too big to replace. The main change is the stairs, the lift, and the bridge. The stairs used to be in the middle of the ground floor, and small passages branched out into floors. All this has been cleared and the floors expanded. I presume they added more Guardians, which is great news for the Horde.

  “Montar received word from the king. He left the moment he got the note.”

  Damn it. He’s not here. “What’s in the note?”

  “The king called for a summit. We speculate he’s rallying all the units and going after the Horde.”

  “When?”

  “Don’t know.”

  “Have all the armies assembled?”

  “Don’t know. Since the king hasn’t called on all of us, Montar believes the Guardians will become the new Horde.”

  I laugh.

  Sidone jerks to a stop. “What’s so funny?”

  “There’s only one Regha Horde. It’s Loven’s.”

  “The king would disagree.”

  “And Montar?”

  We’re out in the open, and talking about treason makes the Alphas pause and listen. I’m fine with that. Let them hear. My sister has other plans and walks away until we’re outside and alone. She stares into the distance. “The rumors of Loven breaking off from the king are true. I can hardly believe it.”

  “Believe it.”

  “You will fight against the king?”

  “Yes. What else can you tell me?”

  “I can have you arrested and turned over to the king.”

  “Right.”

  “Montar will do it.”

  “Are you sure?” I smirk.

  Sidone shrugs. “You never listened to me anyway. Always did your thing. What are you doing with the girl?”

  “Everything.”

  “I don’t know what to make of that.”

  “Sidone!” someone shouts.

  Before she leaves for her duties, she gives me a hard stare. “Your coming here is dangerous, but knowing Loven, it’s a calculated risk. I know your loyalty lies with the Horde. Mine is with the G
uardians. There will come a time when you and I will stand on opposite sides of the battle line. Would you kill me for the privilege of having an Omega before your service time?”

  “That’s the problem, sister. Love is not a privilege. It is a right.”

  Sidone walks away. I haven’t answered her question, and I’m not going to, because it won’t come to a point where I fight my sister. I’m not gonna let it.

  * * *

  After a day of greeting everyone and their brother, I return to the room and find the Omega huddling in the corner, a blanket fort built and ready for use. I close my eyes, trying not to breathe, but, of course, there’s no escaping the Omega pussy scent. It hits my nose, my brain, my body, and I’m helpless against the urge to breed the Omega, who is not mine to breed.

  We need Montar’s alliance, and I need my sister’s influence on his Guardians. Sidone inspires competition within the Guardian brigade. They strive to impress the Alpha Bitch as well as compete with her in strength. She is my biggest ally, but if I fuck Montar’s Omega, Sidone might turn on me, if only to preserve her life. These are troubling times, and I ought to follow the Horde code that demands I complete my mission at all costs, especially at the cost of my dick.

  Clenching my jaw, I spin around, ready to walk out. I focus on my legs and making them move when I hear a soft whisper. “Help me.”

  Regha Omegas understand heats and are raised from a young age understanding what to do about the heat, and if the heat hits near an Alpha male, which it usually does, they will seek Alpha dick. Human Omegas, on the other hand, are called women, not even Omegas, and are raised to believe sex is somehow taboo, although the entire planet breeds that way. Some, like Cyan, were raised to believe it’s shameful to even want it with men who are not “husbands.”

  Facing the wall, I stand there, my legs not helping my cause.

  Blankets shuffle, and I turn back around to see Sam crawling toward me. And I’m done for. Her pupils are dilated. She’s ready for breeding. With no brain cells left, I watch the Serpent’s masterpiece that is an Omega female in heat. I’ve seen a few, but this one is different. I want to breed this one and none other. Not yours, my brain supplies. I’m not listening.

  “Come and get it,” I say.

  She crawls the rest of the way, her swollen breasts swaying. I unsnap my til so she can see the reward she’s gonna get. Her eyes dilate more. They’re black against the white sclera. Small soft palm on my thigh, Sam raises her upper body, then fists my dick with both hands.

  “Oooo, it’s so big.” She licks her lips and doesn’t hesitate, wrapping her lips around the top and tonguing my piercing. The piercing is there for two reasons. One, when I fuck her, it will weigh heavily inside her pussy and tickle that special spot, and two, it feels fantastic as she sucks my dick.

  Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I twist it and pull her face closer to my middle. This makes her gag, and I love the sound. Semen drips from the tip of my dick, flows down her throat, and feeds her. In return, her pussy will make more lubricant. I know it’s pulsing, dripping liquid on the floor as she kneels, struggling to breathe. I release her, and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, looking smug. “That was fast, big man.”

  Oh, the brat. I smile sweetly. Discipline is coming. My palm is ready. “You think that’s it? You’ve seen nothing.” Hand still in her hair, I pull her head back, and she opens her mouth like the good girl she is and lets me show her how I like her to suck me. I use her mouth, bend a little to grab a handful of her tit, and squeeze one, then the other, playing with her perky hard nipples until her eyes roll in the back of her head, and I can’t hold back anymore. “On the bed. All fours, and be a good girl, don’t say a word.”

  Sam crawls to the bed and gets on all fours, turns her head, and locks her eyes with mine. But only briefly. I’m too busy staring at the magic that is Omega pussy. The small pink lips, the swollen bud I learned about, and especially the pussy juice trailing from her slit down her thigh. With a painful expression on her face, she wiggles her ass.

  How can I resist, hm? I approach and grip her ass cheeks, spread them, and lick my way from her clitoris to her ass, where I probe my way in there. The Omega doesn’t mind. She pushes against my tongue, trying to rub her pussy on my face. I lean back and spank her. Her dark skin takes the red mark like she’s meant to be spanked all her life, so I continue, laying down one after the other, listening to the whimpering, squirming Omega under my hand, watching the Omega pussy release the lubricant, readying for my Alpha dick.

  I fist myself and jerk off, a thumb on her small hole. I push it inside her asshole and set the tip of my dick at her pussy. When I see she’s gonna push back and swallow my dick, I press a hand on the small of her back. “Stay still.”

  A whine, then, “I can’t wait anymore. I need this.”

  “Trust that Kori Vemlox will give you just what you need.”

  A groan.

  I push inside, but not too much because I’m gonna blow my load, knot her, bond her, and do all that in the blink of an eye. I’d like to enjoy the making of my doom a little longer, because tomorrow or whenever Montar returns, there will be hell to pay. There’s still time to withdraw. I don’t have to bond the Omega. Mm-hm. As I try to convince myself that I can service her through her heat, the thought of being just a service male for this Omega grabs hold of me like a sour melen. I push my dick farther inside, her pussy gaping for more. The walls of an Omega’s pussy swell when full, trapping the dick like a vise. I move in more, waiting for that magical moment where she grips me and doesn’t let go. I don’t have to wait long. This Omega doesn’t follow orders well, so she pushes against me and sheathes my dick to the hilt.

  My turn to roll my eyes. My head falls back, neck muscles straining, and I grip her ass, keeping her still so I can enjoy the sacred moment of Alpha Omega union. There is nothing like it. I live and breathe and will die for this pussy. Gladly.

  I move inside her, letting her liquid heat coat my dick, leak and drip on my balls while I also remember my thumb in her back hole. I move in and out of that hole too, thinking I’m gonna need a better way to fill it. I’d like to use both hands while fucking her, thank you very much. And while I’m being grateful, I thank their good Lord for making human Omegas with two holes, even if I am not equipped with two dicks.

  The Omega moans loudly. I wonder if I should gag her, but I take pleasure in fucking her harder instead. Her moans turn into groans and pleas for more as I plunder this pussy that fits me like it’s made for me. The entire settlement can hear her, and I take perverse delight in that. As if I need an audience. As if I should be fucking her in the first place.

  When she comes, she screams, and I cover her body with mine, a palm over her mouth, and fuck her more like a hound fucks his bitch, only jerking my hips a bit, letting her pussy swell and fist my dick as it’s made to do. “You’re my bad little girl. Kori loves your pussy. Squeeze me tighter.”

  I feel her muscles contract, once, twice, then my balls draw up, and I’m unloading, still fucking her while my cock fills her with seed. If she’s not bred tonight, I’ve not done my job, and I secretly hope she’s not bred so I can breed her the next heat and the next. Thoughts of her many heats spent under another male, someone like Montar, who can never care for her the way I can, make me want to kill him.

  As my knot grows inside her to trap my seed and not let it spill, I release my bonding scent. The moment it fills the room, the Omega’s eyes close, and I let her lay her pretty cheek on the mattress and mumble words I can’t understand.

  I stroke her back. “You’ve done great. I am extremely pleased with you.”

  “Thank you, Kori.”

  I release a sigh. And there we are. It’s done. Now what?

  12

  Sam

  While Vemlox was gone for the day, I intended to bathe, take a nap as he suggested, then wake up anew, put on some warm furs, and go on exploring the grounds. Everything happened in that order
, except when I woke from my nap, I had a searing pain in my belly and was trembling from heat. Seeing as I shouldn’t feel hot here in the Regha’s North Pole, I thought I was sick. Well, that belief lasted only about ten minutes, during which time I grabbed every blanket, fur, sheet, and fluffy thing I could find and made a forth in a nice corner of the room, the darkest one farthest away from the door.

  They didn’t sleep on beds around here, so I didn’t feel too weird making a soft bed for myself, though I kept wondering if Vemlox would join me. Hence, the hand between my legs and the uncontrollable urge to fuck. Or actually, to be fucked. Of course, I hadn’t sought him out for this job, but the moment he walked in looking all sexy and eyeing me the way only he looks at me, I crawled—crawled!—to him and sucked his dick.

  The rest of the night settled inside my head like a fog, but I remember the important parts, and now, as I lie next to his sleeping form, my stomach growls so loudly, it jerks him out of sleep.

  Vemlox snaps his eyes open and sits up, poised to kill, eyes on the door. “Do not disturb!” he shouts.

  I giggle and turn to my back, no longer feeling hot but cold again, as I should be. I grab more blankets and bury my nude body under them. “It’s my stomach.”

  Vemlox falls back onto the furs and groans. “Female, you’ve wrung me out.” He smirks, then swipes his pierced forked tongue over his lips. “I want to have pussy for breakfast.” He taps his chest.

  I smirk back at him.

  I love it when he eats my pussy. His tongue is made for it, and food can wait.

  I climb onto his face and lower my pussy onto his lips, but not too much, only brushing against them a little. “You like this, big man?”

  Vemlox widens his eyes, then narrows them. “Quiet, female.”

  “Oh, you love it.” I sit on his mouth, shimmy my ass, then rise back up.

  Clearly, Vemlox is not to be messed with. He traps my wrists with one hand and fists my hair with the other. “Maybe you’ve had too many Beta lovers that let you tease them, but I’m no Beta. When I want to eat pussy for breakfast, I mean it. Don’t tease me.”