Dante
He was on the edge, shaking fingers to lips, a hand digging into his chest. Wildfire, heat, and burning, burning need. With the 'Alpha' gone, there should be no need to remain on his knees, pressed to the ground like a fucking Omega, with his ass to the floor, legs spread, balls touching tiles, knee to knee. All submissive, all demure, slavish devotion, a subservient-natured weakling.
They were the seven strongest emperors in the mother fucking universe.
And they were pressed to the ground like handmaidens.
But there was no fucking strength in his damn legs—plush thighs rippling, pressed tight and needy. A whine almost bubbled from his throat, greedy and sensitive for the ghost of an 'Alpha's' call. And he felt almost insane, for there were shivers on his nape, a twinge in his belly, and a steadily leaking cock.
Dante did not stand because he could not stand.
Dante lived a life of power; he was born as a child so strong that no none could go against his will. He killed all that touched him, murdered all that so much as breathed in his space. Denial was never in his dictionary, and all that tried to best him had been incarcerated by his touch. Dante was powerful as the controller of the universe, as the number one zeus in the entire damn world, as a God.
Power listened to him.
Power was his slave.
Even Halcyon, Halcyon his fiancé, the only other alien who could touch him, finger pad to finger pad, lip to lip. He had only merely been an occasional equal. His powers bubbled within him, matching Dante's, fighting against Dante's when he was in good condition, phoenix roaring, dragon flaming. A sickly Halcyon had flinched from his touch, unable to withstand Dante's aura, Dante's lightning.
It had taken Dante time to subdue his strength, to greet others warmly, to hide himself under layers of his control. It took Dante years to kiss his mates, let alone fuck them, and they too struggled from his strength, from his rampage, from his very being. And now, for the first time in Dante's incredibly dominating life—a life where everyone bowed and everyone submitted, he was the one on the fucking ground.
He didn't understand how this could be happening, didn't understand how the fuck a third-rate skinny psycho female had managed to force him to his knees like a marionette to his puppeteer. Dante's mind was blank, blank and drooping in the sweep of Rue's command, sinking deep in its embrace. Rue was a woman of all fucking things. And yet, his fucking cock was hard, tenting between pressed knees, leaking pre-cum as if begging to sink into a steaming, blossoming cunt, bouncing from the promise of pussy.
And it was not the wild, angry fucking that he wanted now. The one with the roar of pleasure, of pounding a mate to the ground—the claps of flesh, squeals erupting, tears as his arms caged them in his embrace, their knees lifted so high they buckled against ears. Dante…Dante wanted to be the one pressed to the ground and used impatiently, needily, wantonly.
And his mind swam with that thought, swam with the wrong, wrong dream of an Omega topping him, bouncing on him, fucking him. His knees pressed to the sides of his ears; his body spread so damn wide, his cock would be out, hard and standing tall, like a branch on a log. And she'd ride him as she would to a useless toy, fuck him down into the damn ground as if she were the Alpha. With rage in those too-sharp, crystal eyes, her arms would cage him, her body would squash him.
And she'd do dirty, filthy things to his useless cock.
Dante shivered, throbbing between knees, dick curving, angry and peaking. He'd beat his fat dick later when he had the privacy to understand his feelings, and that had his mouth already aching for the rush, to drown in the fantasies. A dream swam to the forefront of his mind then—her feet on his cock, a sneer on her face, toes digging against frilly ribbed frenulum. His cheeks were warm, his brain gooey. The thought etched behind fluttering eyelids in HD, almost tasting, almost hearing. His brain was melting, gooey, distorting into his newfound weakness.
He burned, flushed raw angry, and horribly, horribly aroused.
Fuck.
"That fucking Omega," he whispered, trying to hide the shame of his arousal from his mates. But of course, they could smell it on him, twisting through a bond that should be completely in his control and yet was now not—all frayed and ripped at the seams. There were eyes on him now, a side glance. A smile. Altair tasted his fantasies with a grin but upset boiled in his eyes, along with a dull heart aching rage.
"Darling," Altair hummed, voice twisting cold, "it's too late to want things now."
"Shut up," Dante snapped, thunder shuddering. "There's something wrong with that fucking Omega." His voice was filled with venom, words spat out like a curse. Even the monsters that swarmed the galaxies had not needed such hostility, such aggression from Dante. He turned, head tilted to his mate. It was customary to snap orders, to call upon his lovers, demanding duties, governing their actions. "Levi, go—"
"You fucked it up," Levi sighed, hiss sweeping from his lips, fists on the ground. "I told you fucking so. I can't follow her. If I could I'd have caught her before she left the goddamn building. You think I want to be pressed to the ground like this creaming my boxers?"
"You can try harder," Dante snarled.
"I'm still in Rut, motherfucker. And that pussy is a glorious, delicious necessity, yet I remain her like a smacked puppy instead of being buried between her fucking thighs." Levi pinched the bridge of his nose, snarling more expletives, more curses his way. "It's all your fault."
"I was just the goddamn messenger," Dante remarked, a bark twisting from his lips. Rampage curved in his throat, oddly soothed by the whisper of her command, twitching in his brain like a worm in his skull. Or perhaps more accurately although he'd never fucking admit it – a cage to his cock. "We all know I only spoke the truth. A truth that none of you had the balls to spit out. An Omega has no fucking place in our lives. They exist only to be bred."
"Yeah, you did. With zero fucking tact and discretion." Levi rolled his eyes. "Would anyone agree to such shitty conditions?"
"This is better than anything an Omega should dream of. Our mansion in 23? That was worth an entire planet, we'd have had her spoiled, fat and wanting for nothing. Space so fucking wide it'd go beyond all damn regulation. And you know where our Omegas should stand." Dante growled. "In glass boxes at the back of Rut rooms."
"Well, congratulations. Our Omega doesn't give a flying fuck about your rules!" Levi snarled, flames rippling from his body. Dante turned his head to Kieran who shook his head, light flickering, dancing, darting. But even he had lost his glow, like embers simmering upon the hearth.
"Rue has lived life as an Alpha, she will not yearn to be the pet you wish her to be," Kieran muttered. "What makes you think she will understand what is right for an Omega?" The helios frowned, lips curled into almost disgust, a look shot Dante's way as if he'd fucked it up. "My stars will not listen," he said simply. "The sun may touch her, but I can barely tell it to even look. It's like wanting my teeth to bite deep into my tongue."
Fuck.
"Can none of you stand?" Dante growled.
Halcyon hummed quietly in his corner and seemed to have accepted his fate, leaning against the wall. "It'll take a while, or at least until our Alphas deem that it will not displease our Omega for us to stand…I know how it felt to be under her command. It burns into you, sticks in your guts and flutters in your chest until it feels as if the decision is natural." The sigh was long and heavy. "Disobedience is impossible."
Valentino nodded, acceptance in his eyes. "I've spent years waiting for her command to break, for her to come to me. Nothing worked, not until she was ready for me."
"We don't have years," Seraphim smacked a hand on the ground, waters bubbling, body rippling. It was odd to watch him bounce, liquid swaying in the air as if trying to leave and yet smacking against an invisible box of his own making. He hissed a frustrated growl. "She's still in Heat, what if she finds another Alpha? What if she goes to a facility?"
"She won't," Altair wailed, eyes widening. "Will she?"