Free Kríe Captivity (The Nira Chronicles Book 1) by Kora Knight Page A

fucker yielded or not.
    Stepping forward, he readied to open his mouth, but Miros appeared and quickly intercepted.
    “He is not in any danger. I assure you, he is fine. Kríe bites are very common practice.”
    “But—”
    “Trust me.” Miros slid him a roughish smile. “Chet will be yielding any moment.”
    Alec frowned and looked back at the team’s pinned bodyguard. Face flushed, Chet was still trying to fuck the ground as Roni suckled and dry humped him from above. But just like Miros said, when Roni sank his fangs deeper, Chet arched in a howl of surrender.
    “Ah! Okay! Goddamn it! I yield!”
    Gesh’s pack raised their fists.
    Chet’s team bit back groans.
    And Roni loosed a long, happy growl.
    Gently, he eased his teeth from Chet’s neck and lazily lapped at the wounds. “Such a good little bitch. Tonight you will submit, and lead the way for your team.”
    “The way?” Chet groaned.
    Roni grinned. “Indeed. To show them they have nothing to fear.”
    “Nothing,” Chet repeated. “You sure about that?”
    “Well… Nothing and absolutely everything.”
     
    * * *
     
    With festivities over and everyone patched up—compliments of the team’s first aid kits—the caravan was back on its way. Chet, however, stayed pretty quiet for the journey. And honestly, Alec was grateful for that. The guy’s predicament was uncomfortable to think about. Almost as uncomfortable as the fucking rope dragging back and forth across Alec’s balls. God, they were getting so engorged and heavy. If they—or his dick—filled any fuller, Alec feared something was going to split.
    Yeah. Awesome visual.
    Muscles tense, he ambled next to Zaden, since their leash lent a couple of yards between each prisoner. But Zaden wasn’t talking much either. By the grim look on his face, the guy was busy working shit out. Maybe like what happened between him and Naydo. Man, that shit was crazy. And hot.
    Alec groaned up at the trees. He must be getting delirious. After all, they hadn’t really eaten much and this non-stop bodily torment was exhausting. And then there were the mental aspects. Every tree they passed—and being in the jungle, there were a lot—Alec sized up as a worthy object to grind against. And those huge-ass flowers? With their long, fat pollen tubes? He fantasized shoving those up his ass. Maybe a couple at once, in one big bundle. Which was such a foreign feeling to him. Never had he wanted things crammed up his rectum. But now he yearned for it even more than he yearned for a hot, wet hole to shove his dick in.
    So messed up, and yet, that was his reality.
    His other messed up reality was how he kept checking out Gesh’s pack, like a horny dude ogling chicks. Scrutinizing their bodies from head to toe, lingering on the parts he liked best. Like their broad, bulging shoulder blades. And that ravine down their spines. Or how their abs looked like literal washboards. He especially liked their golden eyes, their wicked smiles, and tiny, pierced nipples. Or how their long dreads swept across their backs every single time they moved. Shit, in all honesty, the list could go on. Everything about them fascinated him.
    Which, again, he realized was totally messed up. Because instead of captivating, he should find them vile, for all kinds of sordid reasons. The stunt Gesh pulled with that fruit, for one, of which Alec’s team was still suffering. For taking them captive. Treating them like pets. And planning to sell them for profit. His teeth clenched angrily. They were self-serving scoundrels… whom Alec found utterly engrossing.
    He cursed under his breath. He knew what was happening. It really was pretty clear. His debilitating need to come had his mind playing tricks on him. Making the things that his body needed look overly attractive and appealing.
    He knew it was true, but couldn’t do a damn thing about it. His eyes slid back to Miros, walking up ahead, who had all but offered Alec his dick. Now Alec wanted to