Chapter Nine

As the days pass into weeks, our lives become a pattern fixed around the will of the gods. We never learn how many other omegas fill the Temple, serving the gods' will, but at least in our case Arun and Oran always take us together.

I chafe at the restrictions of this new life, at first, but the routine soon becomes a comfort. The priests wake us for our morning meal, either a rich broth or porridge flavored with honey and spices. We eat, and then are taken to the bathing chamber, where the attendants bathe and oil us, and ensure that both Eugen and I are prepared, our bodies aroused and ready for the gods.

From there, we are taken to the breeding racks.

Only in the breeding chamber does our routine vary, and then, only in how the gods choose to claim us. Most days, Arun shows a definite favor toward me, and as my affection for Eugen grows, I am grateful to take the attentions of the rougher god.

Some days, though, it is Oran who fills me, while Arun claims Eugen, rutting into him until Eugen's cries fill the breeding chamber and his breath comes in ragged, broken gasps. Or both wolves might claim one of us, leaving the other to watch, bound and aching with need. On those days, I fear for Eugen the most, certain that his weakened lungs will fail him; but Eugen surprises me, weathering even the roughest claiming, his frail body seeming to grow stronger the longer he is in the Temple.

Our days are so filled with service to the gods that at first I don't notice the changes in my own body, beyond the way the plentiful food fills out my lean frame. This day, though, as I'm strapped into the breeding rack, I notice how my stomach presses into the padding, and my chest feels tender and sensitive where I lay on the smooth stone.

Then the gods appear, pacing around us as, and my yearning for their favor chases all other thoughts from my mind.

Today, Arun claims Eugen, stroking the other omega's body with long, clawed fingers until he's reduced to writhing in his restraints, begging for the god's attention. Oran chuckles, his own attention turning to me.

Claws trace my spine, and I arch beneath him, wanting, needy, and his rumble of amusement fills the breeding chamber. "Such a pretty little bitch," Oran praises. "Shall I fuck you today, little omega?"

"Yes," I beg, shameless. "Please."

Oran laughs and his hand curves over the swell of my ass, his fingers probing my cleft. My slick eases his touch, his claws pricking me as he parts my cheeks and circles my hole.

My cock is hard and aching already, the tip leaking against the breeding rack. Oran's finger teases me, and the need wells, heat coursing through me, almost enough to overwhelm the sound of Eugen's cries as Arun mounts him.

Oran's fur brushes the backs of my thighs and his cock finds my hole, slick and ready for him. Oran ruts into me, his massive cock spearing me, and I cry out, pleasure sparking along my nerves.

Oran growls, begins to move, his ridged shaft dragging against places within me that leave me gasping and writhing, sparks dancing behind my eyes. Eugen's cries mingle with mine, and Oran's tempo increases, his furred hips pounding against my ass, his claws gripping my hips.

Arun is a rougher mate, but Oran is no less demanding as he takes me. Pleasure coils tighter, and Oran's claws bite deeper, his growls harsh and guttural as his cock swells, his ridges rubbing against a spot deep inside me that sends my voice spiraling up in begging cries.

The god doesn't let me come so quickly, though. He pounds into me, his knot swelling, stretching me until my world narrows down to that point of connection, his brutal thrusts driving his swollen knot in and out past the straining ring of muscle. Each thrust jolts through me, my body so exquisitely sensitive to his touch that I can't tell if I'm feeling pain or pleasure, only the overwhelming sensation of belonging to the gods.

Oran growls and drives deeper, his knot locking into place, his seed flooding me, filling me until I'm unbearably full. I scream, my climax tearing through me, my cock pulsing, painting the breeding rack beneath me with my spend.

I fall limp in the restraints, trembling, the god's cock still locked within my straining body. Oran's hand, gentle now, combs through my sweat-soaked hair. Distantly, I hear Eugen's cries rise and fall, the snarling grunts as Arun continues to fuck the other omega with wild abandon.

Oran shifts, his knot still binding us together, and I can sense him watching intently as Arun's thrusts grow harsh and desperate, Eugen's pleas rising until they peak in a wordless, keening cry, nearly lost beneath Arun's triumphant howl.

At last, Oran's knot slips free. I moan, feeling strangely bereft as he withdraws, only distantly aware of the ragged sound of Eugen's breathing.

"Your bitch does not yet quicken," Arun growls, sounding smug, his cock still buried deep. Beneath him, Eugen is limp, panting , his eyes closed; distantly, I worry that Arun's claims have pushed him too far.

I hear the low rumble of Oran's growl. "He pleases me, weak though he is. He'll bear in time, I've no doubt."

"Between us, he'll have little choice, if he lives so long," Arun laughs. I hear the slap of his hand against Eugen's hip; Eugen cries out, coughs weakly, but even as I worry for him, my body surges with jealous desire, the god's rough handling familiar and welcome to me.

Oran's claws trail down my spine, and I arch against my restraints, my body straining toward his touch. "Your bitch quickens well," the brindled god says grudgingly. "You chose the better this time."

Arun laughs, withdraws, and Eugen whimpers as the god's cock slides free. Oran growls a laugh, and the gods vanish; I whimper with a vague sense of loss, my muscles loose and lax, my body filled with the power of the gods' essence.