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CHAPTER SEVEN

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Rene wants to cry, he wants to scream, but his throat feels patched and he can only stare In terror and complete aghast. 

Isn't this barbarian's ankles supposed to be chained to the wall? Then, moving so close to the door should have been impossible.

If this Alpha can easily cut off the chains around his wrists and ankles and move freely, then has he only been pretending to be restrained__? Escaping should be easy for him.

The few thoughts in Rene's head scatter like a gust of wind when the chains rattle against the dungeon floor and a strong beefy arm snatches around his waist, pulling him against a solid chest. 

Rene's heart skips a beat when the captive's hot breath brushes against his ears.

The heat emanating from the barbarian's skin where he touches Rene makes his flesh burn.

"Did you not drug me so that I will rut with you?" Lyrien growls with cold rage mixed with thick lust that oozes straight from his groin. His feral fangs are drawn in a savage snarl, and he looks ready to tear Rene apart.

Rene shrieks when a rough hand starts to tear off his clothes.

"Wait, please don't!"

Rene is aware that the elixir is supposed to turn this dominant Alpha into Omega. Is this what Aston meant when he said that this Alpha would enter a state of mad rut?

The horrific sight of the beastly prisoner's canine drooling with saliva makes Rene's stomach tighten; the Alpha's pheromones ooze thickly in the air, the deadly amount weakening and ceasing Rene's struggles. 

He feels lightheaded, and his eyes become glazed; Rene tries desperately to cling to control, but the Alpha's scent is too strong, and the scorching heat emanating from the brute rapidly starts to make Rene's own body slick with sweat. His lips part open, and several harsh pants escape. 

Rene realizes with a start that he is reacting to the Alpha's secreted sexual pheromones, and he is going into heat himself, for the first time in his life!

Strong fingers grasp Rene's head, and his cheek is suddenly squeezed roughly against the stony walls of the dungeon.

Rene sees the captive through the corner of his frantic eyes, the barbarian's pupils are so enlarged that his eyes are almost pitch black.

When the brute tears off the rest of his clothes, Rene is left completely naked. 

Rene's mind goes blank with despair when the Alpha's canine starts to drool even more; the blood drains from his face as he suddenly realizes that this barbarian wants to mark him!

A different kind of fear envelops Rene, spreading a chill throughout his bones and veins; Rene feels like even his blood has stopped flowing. 

He wants this too, so badly that his body burns painfully to be sated by this Alpha's ownership.

It is an omega primitive instinct to want to be branded, but as a male Rene already has no hope of bonding with a mate. 

If this Alpha marks him, their life and blood will be linked, and he will not be able to survive without this Alpha. He will become this brute's mate.

And this prisoner will probably kill him to break the bond after the rut is over. 

"W_wait!" Rene gasps and begins his futile struggles yet again.

Like a cat toying with a trapped mouse. Lyrien's mouth is watering at the fresh prey that should be sliced and each piece savoured and swallowed.

He is becoming bored of the Omega's tantrums; Lyrien presses Rene's body against the wall; he does not care that the rough stones are painfully biting into Rene's skin.

"Please, w_wait!"

"ENOUGH!!!" He roars. 

His command makes the omega head bow deeply in submission, his neck bared in a subconscious act of obedience. 

A red lusty haze covers Lyrien's eyes; his razor-sharp teeth drool when his hand probes in between Rene's thigh to find Rene's already dripping wetness that will make breeding possible. The strong smell of jasmine and orange intensifies Lyrien's need. 

He grabs a handful of Rene's hair, his lips twisting triumphantly just before his mouth lands and sucks hard against Rene's exposed neck. The sweetness in the omega's flesh pours into his mouth like fresh nectar.

His thick tongue savours and claims every inch of Rene's neck with a nice wet lick.

Then his sharp teeth grip the thin collarbone. His canines clawed at the delicate skin, pricking deep enough to draw blood, threatening to crack the frail bone there.

Rene whimpers, soaking further wet. He is feeling this way for the first time in his life, he is still shocked by his body's strange behavior, and this Alpha's potent pheromones aren't helping, Rene's senses dimming further in lust as his eyes flutter close against the throbbing ache in his penis which is getting hard for the first time ever and the awful wetness slithering down his legs.

If he is marked, this barbarian is going to suffer unbearably too. He won't be able to find another mate. A bond is something that only occurs once, or if a mate dies.

Once the drug wears off, it goes without doubt that this Alpha is going to regret it... And then he will kill Rene to free himself from this unwanted bond.

The air is electric with tension, and with Rene's heavy breathing, he can no longer fight his natural urge; his body, which is still under the spell of Lyrien's hormones, craves more. He wants to rut. His omega penis becoming further erect until Rene feels as though he will pass out. 

 

With a savage snarl ripping from the Alpha's throat, Rene feels something sharp and hard pricking into his neck.

"MINE! MINE! MINE!"  Lyrien continues to ravage the spot he marked, sinking his canines even deeper into the tender flesh, leaving Rene breathless, trembling and screaming from intense pain that makes his blood thrum; it is the mark of ownership. 

Until his voice cracks and his throat sore, he continues to scream, but the pitiful sound he makes is drowned by Lyrien's vibrating growl of crazed need.

Rene moans weakly when the brute retracts his canines, but his hot long tongue starts to devour his nipples instead, sucking and biting bruises into the tender flesh.

The barbarian's eyes are still pitch dark, completely under the effect of the drug.

Rene's skin and mind are fogged with stings of pleasure and the fire of need that pours heat through his veins.

His legs are forced apart by a large rough hand. Rene sees the barbarian undo his breeches to spring out an engorged meaty flesh that makes Rene clear-headed momentarily.

Penis that is bigger than the size of his arm; there is no way it's going to fit! Unless his insides are torn up, Rene can already imagine the excruciating pain, yet he needs it! His mind and senses are possessed and clogged by the mating scent of pheromones in the air, and even his mouth waters. His tongue darts out of his mouth, wanting to taste this barbarian's muskiness.

Lyrien spins Rene around again, and his large, powerful grasp on the back of Rene's neck forces Rene's face to be pressed against the rough walls yet again.

A moan ripples from his mouth when his legs are spread further apart by the barbarian's knees. 

Lyrien's cock, which is dripping with pre-ejaculatory juices, doesn't enter Rene as anticipated. Instead, the barbarian impatiently buries his cock in between Rene's thighs and starts to thrust, glueing Rene's legs tightly and using his soft flesh to pleasure himself.

His thrust is relentless. 

Every act of it is savage. Barbaric. Primitive.

Lyrien is thrusting at a cruel pace, his pelvis ramming hard against Rene's ass each time he juts his hips forward.

This position is beyond uncomfortable for Rene, his spine is screaming, threatening to crack open from the force of each thrust.

His thighs are hot, chaffed and raw. Yet, each time the barbarian's much larger cock brushes against his, a whimper of need escapes his dry throat, until he feels his sac tighten and his penis burst open, ejecting an Omegas infertile seed, dripping onto the dungeon floor.

Lyrien's brutal hiss and growls of pleasure dominate Rene's cries of pleasure. The Alpha suddenly shoves him to the cold, hard floor.

"More. I need more!" 

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