A homecoming sorority party of monumental proportions veered on the dark path. Two scents collide for a heated and bloody affair. Battlelines divided allies from the claim of an omega. Deep in the underbelly of the Earth, depths that strikes the fea...
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The Captain's suite of the track and field facility had been furnished with a limitless budget. It was innovative yet it was full of more warmth than Kimie had seen in many years. On the back wall was a mural, a tree with every color of fall leaf imaginable and a few more besides. On the crude pine bed was a hand embroidered orange cover. From every wall smiled black and white photographs of herself as a pup with her mother, her father, and her sister, Zero. She had spent so much time living away, in pack houses, or foreign dens, that she had become unaccustomed to these little touches. The mated pair pushed their way into Zane's bedroom. Their hands were all over each other and Zane's rut was showing freely, more clothes were coming off.
"Please, Zane, Please," Kimie begged.
Zane thought about whether or not she should get a condom. Vamps. That word reminded Zane of what was afoot and what was to come. It didn't seem fair to burden her mate with carrying her pups now she knew a war was coming. She opened a fresh box of magnums grabbing one out slipping it on with the quickness.
Zane could smell Kimie's scent thicken the air. Kimie was now feeling the effect of their heat and rut mixing in the room. The omega bent herself lower on her bed for Zane to access her. She could feel her walls abruptly ripping open as Zane thrust her throbbing member into her, "Mmmm my wife's womb." Kimie clutched the sheets to the bed, moans sharpen, faces buried in the covers. Zane's hips rammed on until her tip was beating up against the end of her womb.
"My stomach... Zane... my stomach... I can feel you in my stomach." Kimie screamed out, "Your too big.."
"Take it all baby.."
Kimie reached her hand back pressed it to Zane's thigh attempting to slow her pace. In no way did Zane feel detoured. She begged for this every bit of it. A symphony of sounds escaped the walls of the bedroom. Sharp slapping and banging from a loss headboard infused with desperate groans anyone within ten feet of Zane's door could hear them. The last hellhound inside of the facility crept out of her bedroom. Her hands gently closed the door behind her. All of the rest of the pack had cleared out by now but she tended to avoid being with them for long periods of time. She'd only just been informed about the clear out order from her alpha. She was the kind of girl that women loved to hate. She was an adult, but so young that she still had the exuberance of youth. She had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy, but more like an action star. Her muscle definition was perfect and she walked with the confidence of someone a decade older. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over a glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. She was hard to miss.
With each stride, her mind became more clouded, more driven, as if the growing physical distance between herself and her secluded bedroom had now become an emotional chasm. And she walked. She walked as her hair fluttered in the air, her clothes clung to her body, arms tightly wrapped around her stomach. Ari felt a warm wind stroking her skin, wanting to rip her clothes off her as if she were its enemy. She stopped and took a deep breath.Ash... and Rose... that must be my alpha and her mate. The woman continued walking, not stopping for anything. She had to get out of their venus fly trap of scents. As she neared the exit there was only one more door to pass before she could take refuge in clean air.
