Sometimes I get carried away and write reviews that are so long no one probably reads them. This time I’m keeping it short. Alpha Kings is a super-hot omegaverse story that kind of made me feel like I needed to hold my eReader with a hot-pad. LOL The blurb pretty much says it all. I’ll just add that if you enjoy reading MM paranormal stories with flaming hot, erotic scenes you don’t want to miss reading this one.

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Excerpt (NSFW)

Aiken

The first thing I notice about my new prison is the cleanliness. Maybe I’ve been unjust toward the barbarians. I met them after several days of battle and learned their habits during the harrowing journey to the citadel. They seemed boorish and filthy to me. At their home, the alphas are always bathed, dressed in simple but spotless linen, and never stink. The guards standing by doors and gates wear polished boots.

I have two rooms for myself. The parlor has a table and three roughly-carved chairs. Instead of a sofa, there’s a pile of furs and cushions by the fireplace. A large chest holds the clothes a couple of omegas brought me earlier. A bathtub stands in the corner, a large mirror beside it. The washroom holds none of the stench I’m used to from the toilets at home. The waste is led outside through a shaft and flushed with rainwater. My bedroom is small but has a large, comfortable bed and another fireplace. I haven’t seen a single rat yet. The servants keep coming and going during the afternoon, bringing more food and taking care of the fires.

Just like at home, most of the servants are young omegas. Strangely though, they all look healthy and happy. At Asger castle, the servants never spoke and never lifted their heads. They were gaunt and miserable. With their eyes down, so quiet and hunched over they were almost invisible, they performed their tasks and disappeared. None of them ever dared to speak to me, not even the ones who combed my hair and cut my nails. Only the pleasure slaves looked plump, being fed meat and fruit every day, but their gazes were haunted.

At the Cairistine citadel, the servants chat and laugh out loud and their eyes shine. Their voices carry through the corridors, the scent of freshly baked bread fills the air, and sunbeams stream in through the glazed windows… It feels like spring even though winter is coming. The omegas walk with their spines straight, greet the alpha guards boldly, and sing as they sweep floors or carry laundry in and out of the countless chambers.

I’ve even learned some of their names. The boy who brought me lunch is called Bran, and the two who carry water and firewood are Kamden and Wilton.

Wolf and Bear enter the parlor in front of my bedroom just before sundown. My stomach turns with fear and all sorts of ideas chase each other around in my mind. Which rules will they impose? What will they want from me? Have they come to rape me after all?

They’ve bathed and dressed in clean linen shirts. But even without their weapons, they look ready for battle. The sheer size of their bodies, the scars, the way they look at me… I quickly glance down.

“Are you satisfied with your rooms, Your Highness?” Wolf asks.

With my breath stuck in my throat, I nod.

“We’ll be dining downstairs in the main hall. You’re welcome to join us.”

It doesn’t sound like an order, and not knowing what the right action should be, I decline by shaking my head. I don’t speak up and don’t look into their eyes. It doesn’t seem appropriate when they are in the same room with me, close enough so I can smell their clean skin.

“We’ll have your dinner brought in here then,” Bear says.

“Sweet dreams, Your Highness.” Wolf’s voice does things to me. I barely know why, but I blush at his words.

Luckily, the door clicks and they’re gone again.

It’s late, the moon shines through the narrow window, and just like the day before, I can’t sleep. The sounds coming from the hall make me restless.

My curiosity wins over my fear. I tiptoe out of my bedroom and peek into the parlor. Its door leads onto the balcony lining the main hall. How come there are no guards by my door?

But of course, with the walls and dogs outside, there’s nowhere for me to go, is there?

I take two steps closer to the railing and glance down.

Below, the Cairistines are celebrating their victory.

Instead of dressing for dinner, the alphas wear open shirts and linen pants as if they were readying for bed. Their hair is loose and their feet bare. They sit on benches around heavy tables and eat, tearing meat off bones with their teeth like animals. The room reeks of pork roast, beer, and alpha musk.

There are maybe forty men—the commanders, the riders, and the strongest of Cairistine warriors. Even without their shields and weapons, laughing and drinking, they look formidable.

Then I notice pale, bare skin in the boisterous crowd and jerk back.

Omegas walk among the dining warriors, and they are all naked.

They’re young, most of them my age, around their first heat. I recognize some of the servants I’ve encountered today. They carry food and drinks, refilling cups and stacking empty dishes, but they linger. They knead the alphas’ shoulders, kiss their cheeks, and rub against them. Some of them are hard between their legs.

My gaze is drawn to their little pink cocks straining between their thighs.

I count fifteen boys with smooth, lush bodies. Some are slight and willowy, some chubby and curvy, with loose hair to their shoulders.

A pair of alphas grab one omega and throw him onto the table. The boy giggles as they pin him down.

Are they going to hurt him? I gasp, fearing the worst. The men are big and powerful, and even though the omega is plump, he looks small under their hands.

But he doesn’t struggle. He lifts his legs to his chest, offering his ass to them, showing them everything like he’s never heard of modesty. They lick his crease, taking turns. Another alpha joins them. They eat meat, drink beer, and sip from the omega’s hole. He jokes with them as they feed him morsels and pinch his nipples.

Then one of them stands and, in front of everyone, drops his pants. His dick grows long like a horse’s breeding rod. He slides the humungous thing into the omega’s body. He’ll gut the boy with it!

The other two take the omega’s nipples into their mouths.

I’ve only ever seen how horses breed.

This… This is what my tutor said happens between mates or between an alpha and his pleasure slave. Behind closed doors.

The omega arches off the table. Yet, he’s not in pain. Far from it.

He moans and squirms joyfully, petting the heads of the two alphas attached to his chest.

I gape as his release splatters onto his belly. The alpha sheaths himself to the hilt and grinds his hips against the omega’s ass. When he retreats, another man takes his place.

Do the Cairistine warriors kidnap boys so they can use their bodies every night?

Is this to be my fate too?

The boy closes his eyes when the second alpha mounts him.

He’s smiling.

His body rocks with the rough thrusts as he runs his hand through the cum on his belly, looking the happiest I’ve ever seen an omega be.

Bewildered, I glance over the main hall from my vantage point high above. There are young, naked omegas everywhere. Beautiful boys with shining eyes, round butts and full chests. I recognize Bran and Kamden among them. They are all getting fucked. On their knees. In an alpha’s lap. On the tables. Against walls. Some have one cock in their mouth while another fills their ass.

The chorus of moans reaches my ears and fills my skull. Their eyes are glazed. Eyelashes fluttering. Their lips parted, puckered, eager for the biting kisses. Their hard nipples quiver. Their ass cheeks bunch up with rough thrusts.

Fallen omegas become pleasure slaves. It’s the worst fate for an omega to be taken without compassion whenever his owner pleases, but it’s a suitable punishment. An omega who seeks bodily pleasure receives a lifetime of pain.

Not a single omega in the room looks to be in pain.

They all glow with joy.

At the head of the largest table, by the foot of a stone altar that dominates the room, the Cairistine lords dine. One omega boy sits in Bear’s lap, naked, tucked into the big alpha’s chest. I can’t see properly, but it seems to me he’s impaled on Bear’s dick. He rests, nibbling on the alpha’s neck.

Another omega lies on the table in front of them. Wolf eats from between his ass cheeks. Then he stands and mounts the omega, his fingers digging into the boy’s slim hips. He fucks the boy viciously, fast and hard, like a hammer. The omega throws his head back, his face the picture of ecstasy, and Wolf roars, his voice carrying through the vast hall. He wraps his hand around the omega’s throat. I fear the worst, but the boy’s face goes slack with bliss.

I spin around and run to my chamber, banging the door behind me.

My hole is wet and a sensation I’ve never felt before blooms in my underbelly.

I feel…hollow.