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Reggie plunged his cock deep into snatch of his neighbor’s son, the faggot beneath him having gotten accepted into a college for computer science. The lion grit his teeth and snarled, his dominant seven foot two figure looming like a giant over his bed as he sawed his new property open with his bitch breaker. The lion DILF didn’t even have to work for this skank. He was just out in his backyard, sipping his morning coffee in the nude like he did every fucking day, when the neighbor kid saw Reggie from his second story window. That otter had been drooling over the DILF next door for years, watching as the beastly lion not only fucked every mother, daughter, son and father on the block that he could, but also grew in size. The behemoth was built like a tank, his body corded with raw power and muscle that forced his swagger into a waddle. The amount of times that little otter flicked his bean to Reggie lifting iron in the back yard, only to watch him put on more weight every month was driving him crazy.

Reggie didn’t even know the kid’s name. He was just some eighteen year old omega slut that hadn’t gotten his skirt lifted before. They always cracked so easy when he could shred their hymen to shit. Plus, otters with a nice ass were always a turn on for the lion. Reggie didn’t even goad him, he just nodded upwards in acknowledgement that he saw the little skank and he practically sprinted out of his house. Now the lion, the community Alpha and DILF God, was sticking it to this no name kid and getting ready to knock up this stupid omega’s college plans. Sure, he could be a robotics engineer, or he could be something far more useful to Reggie and take his brats.

The lion snarled, his golden fur glistening against his body from the sweat. Dark onyx hair bloomed around his head in a thick mane that slipped down between his shelf like pectorals, dusting his arms and abs, and gracing the backs of his fingers and palms, the faintest hints of gray taking the corners of his temples. A thicker treasure trail sank down into the coarser pubic fur that lined his massive sheath. When the dumb kid came over, he practically felt to his knees and sank his face into the depth of Reggie’s sheath, the thick and musky crevice that held his cock was large enough for encase the otter’s entire muzzle and a friend, the thick bull ring piercing on the nape glinting. That dark pubic for rolled down between those pendulous nuts that now beat the kid’s ass red, his massive orbs smacking him over and over, each a prize winning grapefruit that churned with his cubs and demanded a place to dump his progeny.

“Alright kid,” Reggie growled, rolling his hips back, to unsheathe his entire dick, leaving only the tapered tip inside the folds. “Bout time you learned your fucking place in the world.”

“Oh GOD yes REGGIE DADDY! MFfffFFFUCK! Oh God YE-YE-YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSS,” The kid screamed as he creamed on that tip, his folds milking the first few inches of that beastly member. And what a member it was. That shaft was easily fourteen inches, thicker than a beer can, and lined with backward-swept barbs that stimulated his bitches into dropping more ova for him. Those barbs were currently tipped with the otter’s cherry, his hymen having been shorn to pieces. The shaft looked vicious, but people would get over it quick enough once it was inside and showing them what a true alpha can do to an omega slut’s sloppy hole. Even now, the shaft was glistening, some of the barbs strung with frothy strands made of a mix of bitch slick and Reggie’s prenut.

“Good boy, know your place you dumb Omega,” Reggie gripped that thick cheek before slapping it and plunging his dick deep down into him again. Reggie’s knot smacked that pussy, that virgin slit widened to a big “O” that was teased by those angry looking barbs, those nuts churning, the lion pounding his hips forward as he pressed the otter’s knees behind his head. Reggie lifted his foot onto the bed for better leverage, his powerful wide feet tipped with onyx claws. His knot smacked the otter’s pussy over and over, demanding entry and obedience. He got down to the short thrusts, wedging him open further and further, that knot angry and swollen with his pleasure, and fuck if he wouldn’t finish inside like he always did.

The short strokes were making the otter scream, the barbs working his sensitive bits while Reggie disrespected him. The kid had a bruised cheek from a harsh slap, those massive hands struck like a bag of rocks, and his muzzle was matted with drool and precum from deep sucking that cock after he face fucked himself into that sheath to wake that member.

“Please, please, PLEASE DADDY! Oh FUCK! Knock me up! Fill me with your brats! I’M YOUR WHORE—MMM!!!”

Reggie slammed his foot on the otter’s face, practically folding the little skank in half and pinning him there as he worked his knot it.

“Shut your fucking cock holster you bitch and take my fucking knot!” Reggie slammed forward, his knot entering suddenly with the powerful thrust, his massive cheeks flexing hard as he slammed in and kept fucking, tugging on that omega’s inner walls with that knot as he fucked deeper and smacked the back of that womb. Already that womb was filled with milky pre, and the otter thought himself safe from the chances of pregnancy, but those preemptive swimmers never left a bitch without a brood. They were gigantic for sperm, easily over twice the size of an egg, lined with barbs and armed with mandibles. They had already worked their way up the otter’s tubes and were bullying more ova to drop, the few already down being forced open and gang-raped by those aggressive sperm, already multiplying despite the sperm not having fully forced its way in, the cell wall of that egg stretched to its limit.

Reggie’s nuts dew up, those thick orbs churning audibly as he got ready to claim a new bitch. That thick, gagged piercing on his sheath rubbing against his balls, stimulating them further as they got ready to spit his bastards deep into his new skank. Reggie roared, his knot swelling and locking them in for the morning as his thick cum pipe distended with his nut. If the first wave of pre was bad for his ova, they better be ready for the prime swimmers as they audibly gargled and glorped into that womb like bubbling tar. It sloshed, Reggie pushing the kid in half and keeping him upside down, forcing him to watch his stomach bulge with the bastards of a man who treated him as expendable. Each shot shoving his womb further into the otter’s face, his belly button popping as thick, hyper sperm crashed into more sperm, the wrigglers fighting one another before the scent of egg pushed them into a frenzy.

The otter could feel his ova get soaked, a deep sense of slick warmth blooming in his tubes and making him blush, drool dripping from his maw as he was seeded. Those tubes were the most sensitive spot for pleasure, his eyes crossing, his mind warping as he reveled in the feeling of his tubes being warmed. He didn’t need a pregnancy test, he didn’t need to go to the doctor to know. He was seeded, and his toes were fanning as his own gut pushed into his face, his fur growing thin against his expanding pink belly.

The first time an Omega is seeded it chemically binds them to their Alpha. No other man would ever make the otter cream as hard as he did, get as addicted and raunchy as Reggie could get him. Hell, Reggie could tell him to snort his nut off his dick and the otter would jump at the chance to smell the brats he was about to get. The chemical binding fuses with their DNA, their pussies forever changed and adjusted to work the alpha’s cock, milking it, working that knot and ensuring a deep tie.

Of course Reggie already knew this and was showering, the otter hanging off his legs like a cock sock as his weight kept the tie strong. Reggie spent the rest of the morning, kicking his feet up on the expanding belly of his new bitch, letting his nuts empty into that slut, and then returned him to his parents.

“Here, I’d say this belongs to you, but we both know who owns this hole now,” Reggie tossed the used skank into the parlor of his neighbor’s house, not caring that the thick wash of his cum gushing form his used and spent pussy ruined their welcome mat, and went back to do his workout.

Sure, they were mad, they were furious, but what could they fucking do? They knew what would happen if they tried to stand up to Reggie. They’d end up under his heel or on the receiving end of a brood. Both husband and wife. Doesn’t matter if you’re even fertile, those swimmers will MAKE an egg if they find a suitable hole.

That was Reggie’s typical morning, at least it was until his stepson came home for the summer.

Cole was an absolute unit of an Omega, well…for an Omega anyway. The golden lion stepped out of the passenger seat of the car, his silken honey fur shining in the sunlight in contrast to his step father’s golden-bronze hide. His platinum blond mane was shaved tight to make him more effeminate, but he was still clearly all man. His sunglasses rested on his head, his crop top a faded pink that was pushed out by his modest pecs, but hovered just above his rock hard abdominals. A ruby teardrop belly button piercing glinted against his powerful, toned abdominals. His running shorts clung to his thick cheeks, those duo of cakes stuffed in his shorts like a couple of fucking basketballs. His powerful dancer legs were teardrops that made other omegas weep. Cole had been known to make a few other Omega’s eat his snatch out before, but he liked dick too much to give it up.

And that burned Reggie up inside that his son was a cock gagging, cum snorting, cum gutter guzzling whore omega.

Reggie didn’t want to raise no faggot, but Cole’s mother made him promise before she passed that he’d take care of him, and that meant being a father. And Reggie was a man of his word, especially to the love of his life. Even if she had been knocked up from a previous Alpha and dumped her son on him when she passed, he still loved her. Reggie tried to do everything he could to help Cole be more Alpha, but the brat just resisted him at every turn. At first, when Reggie started taking him to the gym to bulk up, he thought they might have something in common. Cole took to the gym like a fish to water, but instead of building for mass and strength, he was toning and becoming aesthetic. Sure, Cole looked like a total twunk, but to Reggie Cole was still the bratty little string bean that liked to fuck around.

It wasn’t until Cole was in high school that he got a taste for dick, but fuck if he wasn’t the schools biggest slut. Reggie couldn’t remember the amount of boys who tried to take advantage of his boy, but that was the problem of having an Omega. They were practically always in heat to Alphas, especially when they weren’t claimed. Reggie’s reputation kept most boys from cumming inside him and claiming him, but the little shit would disappoint and embarrass Reggie every chance he got.

When Cole turned eighteen and Reggie couldn’t stop him from fucking anymore, there wasn’t a dick left dry and no ball left undrained on that graduation lock in. They all wore condoms or he guzzled their jizz, or shot up the skank’s asshole, but that didn’t make him any less of a slut. Reggie picked up his son, drunk on dick and hobbling to the car. He had to have the passenger seat reupholstered with how much cum oozed into the seat and crusted the back rest.

Hell, if Cole started charging (he never would the dumb whore) he probably could have paid his own way through college. The now nineteen year old college frat cum dumpster was a very proud Omega. That was one thing Reggie did instill in him was not to take shit from anyone and to know his worth. Unfortunately, that also meant that Cole gave Reggie push back whenever he could. Everyone else in the world would bend to the Alpha’s musk and dominance pheromones in half a whiff. Cole? Nah, he grew up with them. He could snort a line off his stepdad’s dirty gym jock and not even get a high. If anything, that’s what made him so resilient with other Alphas. None of them compared to Reggie’s thick layers of dominance.

There was a reason for his hyper pheromones, but Reggie didn’t really advertise that, not even to Cole.

Reggie was standing in the archway of his home, holding a cup of coffee, his robe clinging loosely to his shoulders, his shelf like pectorals jutting out before him and shading his angry brick abdominals, his barbell pierced nips on full display, and the sash was barely holding the fabric together enough to hide his legendary package. No more nude sunbathing while the kid was at home.

Cole smiled at his step-father sarcastically and put his sunglasses back on, blowing a cerulean bubble with his gum before popping it loudly.

“Hey Reggie,” Cole said, his voice slanted upward with his faggish “valley girl” inflection, his voice holding onto his vowels in the vocal fry.

“Cole,” Reggie responded with a grunt. “What the fuck did you drag home with you this time? Another of your sorority whores I can knock up.”

“Of course not,” Cole rolled his eyes, the motion heavily exaggerated with his whole head. “Sally had to drop out to raise your brats. Speaking of which, I have some letters for you she smuggled back. She’s not allowed to have a phone since her parents found out she’s been sending you dirty pictures.”

“Is Sally the orange cat or the arctic fox,” Reggie smirked as he sipped form his mug. Every time Cole came back the Omega’s friends would fall victim to Reggie’s musk. Half the time the alpha lion would wake to them bouncing on his cock in the middle of the night, unable to contain themselves. Though, they put up a good fight. He never encouraged it, but by the time their heat was triggered and they were dripping, he wouldn’t get any sleep either until he put out the fire in their wombs himself.

“She was the mountain lion,” Cole answered going to the back of the car and knocking on the hood of the cab. “Pop the trunk baby.”

“Oh yeah, mountain lion,” Reggie nodded as he tried to remember before the image slapped him like a bitch’s heat across his memory, his cock churning in his sheath. “Looked like your mother from behind in an odd way. At least when I was pulling her hair.”

“Har, har,” Cole huffed before opening the trunk and weakly tugging at the bags before giving a childish wine. “Bryce, they’re toooo heavyyyyy. Can you pwitty pweeze come help me with your big stwong arms?”

“You got it baby,” Bryce said as he opened the driver door and lumbered out. That cow was big, even for Reggie’s standards. The black and white Holstein was easily six foot eight and built like a paragon for his bull species. Thick meaty pectorals pushed his muscle tank to its limit, already the fabric between his massive meaty pecs was torn from the strain. His tank rode up a bit, his thick gut a keg of raw power that pushed out from under his shirt, showing a bit of blond hair. He wore a backwards sports cap, his blond hair sticking out the back snap. His thick neck cracked to each side as he relaxed out of the vehicle, his proud horns like a bull crown that showed him as a rising alpha, and if the horns on his head wasn’t a hallmark of his status, the horn between his legs was for sure. The thick meat strained his athletic shorts, snaking down one of his pant legs, but not quite sliding out as. Dark stains marked the shorts where he had leaked through on the drive over, and a bit of dried drool showed where Cole was getting his electrolytes.

The bull made Reggie’s fur prickle. It had been a long time since his Alpha dominance sensed something of a “threat” and it was a welcome change of pace from having to knock up another one of Cole’s whore friends, but it did reignite a strange protective instinct in Reggie to play vagina goalie. It was slight, but it was there. Reggie had to nod his approval. Bryce seemed like the total package, but still a little small, though with how Bryce’s feet were making his massive size sixteen high tops struggle to contain them, he had a bit more growing to do.

“Yeah, what did you need help with?” Bryce looked up from his phone, his golden nose ring glinting a he did so. “Wow, you slutty kittens really can’t do any lifting, can you.”

And Reggie already didn’t fucking like the guy. How dare he talk to his son that way!

“Thanks baby! Maybe I can show you my appreciation later,” Cole smiled as Reggie came over, slipping his phone into his pocket, and lifting their bags easily as if they were just pillows. Bryce’s was a thick duffle bag one might see in the gym, but Cole’s was an actual suitcase.

“Damn right you’ll show me your appreciation later,” Bryce smirked down at his little slutty kitten, Cole coming up to rub his finger up and down against the bull’s chest. “What? Two times on the car ride over wasn’t enough? Need a little something than just what crams in your maw?”

“Babe, not in front of my stepdad,” Cole chuckled, hiking a leg up, his flip flop dangling between his toes as he leaned into the bull and looked over his shoulder at Reggie. Most people would think the alpha lion’s expression was benign, but the slight sneer and narrowing of his eyes was exactly the reaction Cole was hoping for. It meant he was pissed the fuck off.

“Yeah,” Reggie cocked a brow before leaning on the railing of the veranda. “You treating my Cole right?”

“Just how any omega should be treated,” Bryce smirked as he walked forward, Cole practically hanging off the double peaks of his bicep. Bryce leaned into Reggie’s ear as he walked by. “Your son is my bitch, Old Man.”

“Cute,” Reggie’s lips curled into a shadow of a snarl before he covered it up with a sip from his coffee. “I can’t fault you for trying to staking your claim on my boy.”

“Your boy?” Cole spoke up, but Reggie ignored him.

“How old are you?” Reggie asked Bryce.

“I’m going to be a senior next year, so, kind of like you,” Bryce tilted his head. If it weren’t for the horns, Reggie would be taller, but that also meant that Bryce had to look up.

“Twenty one?” Reggie mulled the number over for a minute before continuing. “Why not someone your own age? Afraid you need someone who’s less experienced.”

“Oh, your little whore of a son is plenty experienced,” Bryce smirked. “You should have seen him the night we met.”

“Oh Bryce, don’t tell him that, it’s so embarrassing,” Cole slapped Bryce’s chest with his hand, but the tone in his voice showed he for sure wanted his stepdad to hear every sordid detail.

“Me and the boys throw a rager at the beginning of every year,” Bryce continued anyway regardless of Cole’s tone. No Omega was going to get in the way of his pissing contest. “I didn’t find him till the morning after when the pledges were cleaning up. I went to take a leak only to find him cuffed to the safety bar in the shower, jaw hanging open and drooling out the cum from the night before, claw marks all over his back and ass, enough sharpie hash marks I thought he was part zebra, and four condoms shoved up his pussy and ass each. Your skank was almost more rubber than man at that point. So, I offered to help him out. You know how Omegas are when they’re hung over from being cock drunk. Need a bit of the hair of the dog.”

“And you’re a thirsty dog with a really, really, reeeeeeally big bone,” Cole purred and looked up at his stepdad with a sly smirk, his spine tingling at the thought of how upset he would be.

“Sounds like a good way to start the semester,” Reggie commented. “Fuck what little was left out from between those ears to make room for all the shit I’m paying for him to learn. Regarding that, I got your grades from the college.”

“Disappointed?” Cole folded his ears back and pouted his bottom lip out hard.

“Rather impressed,” Reggie forced a smirk to hide his anger. “My boy got a C in remedial math. Bumped that up two letter grades from high school.”

“Yeah, been tutoring him on multiplication, but mostly on biology,” Bryce snorted out his nose, a duo of streams making his nose piercing flutter and flinging some moisture into Reggie’s coffee.

There was a long pause as Reggie contemplated how much anger he could show and still not have Cole get his goat. He simply stepped aside and gestured to the custom front door, the massive arch allowing Reggie to enter without needing to worry about hitting his head.

“The guest room is all ready for you, but I have a feeling you’re going to be sharing my Cole’s childhood room.” Reggie answered.

“More like breaking it in,” Bryce snorted again before shouldering up his duffle, the obvious outline of the side pocket on it pressing against reams of condoms and lube was practically shoved in Reggie’s face. “Come on babe, let’s get all settled in.”

“OH, I know what that means,” Cole purred.

“Yeah, everyone does,” Reggie narrowed his eyes. “You could say you were going to go look at baby pictures and braid chastity bracelets and you’d still be talking about getting split in two, skank.”

“Come on Bryce,” Cole snickered. “He’s clearly in a mood. No sense in talking to him when he’s like this.”

“Why are you cats always so emotional,” Bryce followed Cole into the house. “It’s like you’re all weeping pussies.”

“I’ll show you a weeping pussy,” Cole threw over his shoulder loud enough for Reggie to hear. Bryce’s only response was to give a lusty growl, drop the bags in the foyer, and scoop up his son into the nearest bedroom. It took seconds for the sound of creaking springs, slapping and growling to echo out.

Reggie stood there on the stoop, his fist slowly clenching until the part of the handle on his mug was ground to dust, the only thing holding it in his hand was the fact the hook of the handle was resting on his finger. The lion simply poured his cup out into the hedges and then went inside to get himself a fresh cup.

“I knew I should have paid for sound proofing,” Reggie growled under his breath.

***

Cole never said how long Bryce would be staying, but from the feel of things, the bull was there to stay for the summer. The two were nearly attached at the hip if they weren’t attached at the face, or face to ass, or face to crotch, or feet to…well, you get the picture. Reggie could deal with cracked walls and headboards smashed into walls. He expected that of an alpha and his omega bitch. What he was growing increasingly intolerant of was catching them in the act when they clearly wanted to be caught.

One night Reggie was lying in bed and overheard exactly what Reggie was saying to Cole during their romp in the sheets.

“Fuck yeah, you slutty little kitten,” Bryce growled, the rhythmic pounding of the headboard against the wall echoing through the house. “Come on slut! Take it like the whore for me you are.”

“Yes Cole! YES! OH God Yes—MMM!!!” Cole was suddenly silenced as the rhythm picked up.

“I know you’re a screamer, but keep it down or you’ll wake your dad,” Bryce was clearly being sarcastic. They haven’t cared about being quiet from the moment they showed up. “You fuckin kittens are all the same. Just mewling little sluts for your cream. Well, you’re going to be milking this bull’s cream for the rest of your cum covered days! God, you fucking cats are so easy. Show a little beef and bat you over the head with my cock, and you’re already little lust drunk whores.”

Reggie grit his teeth. He didn’t need to fight Cole’s battles for him. The kid could handle himself, and the little slut didn’t deserve his help anyway. Reggie only ever lifted a finger if there was a warm, dripping pussy to show him gratitude. Cole only ever gave him attitude. No, Cole being treated like the fuck trash he was wasn’t the problem. It was how Bryce fervently believed he was better than felines regardless of the fact he was under one’s roof.

He thought bulls were so superior? Then how come Reggie hadn’t heard of one being as successful as him? His skanks paid HIM child support for the right to raise his brats. They even paid him more money to knock them up again, even more if he could get both the wife and husband firmly cucked with his brats. He figuratively built this house with his cock, and that piss ant bull had the audacity to think he could dick his way to his level? There was no technique. The fact that Cole was screaming was clearly performative for Bryce. Reggie knew what his son sounded like when he curled his toes for real. Sure, he was cumming, there was enough bitch stink in the air to know he was, but that wasn’t the point. This bull thought he was tough shit because he had a big cock and could fuck hard and fast.

Bryce’s cock wasn’t even as big as Reggie’s! The lion had seen him pull it out of his son’s twat, fully covered in a glistening condom, the tip already bloating with a pouch of milky pre. It was barely a foot long and thick, but Reggie felt pride knowing this little bull bitch didn’t have him beat. And soon he’d be even further ahead.

Reggie didn’t think he’d snap like he did. He normally wouldn’t give two shits about who fucked his Cole, but Bryce did the one thing that no one should ever do and tried to stake a claim on his property.

“Bitch, why the fuck do you always make me wear a fucking condom,” Bryce smacked Cole’s ass as they skinny dipped in the pool in broad daylight. “Why don’t you quit pretending that I don’t already own you and let me raw that cunt for all it’s worth.”

“Because Bryce, it’s only been a few months—”

“Bitch! Every fag in the frat has been claimed dropping out to raise some dude’s litter.”

“Exactly! I don’t want to end up like gutter trash—”

“You already are gutter trash,” Bryce growled down at Cole angrily. “You and all your feline kind are just alley cats and strays hoping to be taken in by an alpha that can dick you down proper.”

“Excuse me? I told you to keep that kind of talk in the bedroom—Gak!”

“Where do you think a slutty kitten’s bedroom is, bitch?” Bryce had gripped Cole by the throat and silenced him while gesturing all around him with his other hand. “Every-fucking-where when you’re a dumb cat.”

“HEY!” Reggie’s voice boomed, rolling with the rumble of a roar in his throat. He stood there in his red speedo, the package hanging low, the base of his sheath exposed with his pubic fur. “Put my son down.”

“Or what?” Bryce snorted. “You going to throw your Ensure at me? Don’t make me laugh. You’re just some dumb cat, a prancing lion who’s compensating with his mane instead ruling the land with the only thing that matters.” He emphasized his point by gripping the base of his throbbing foot long that was beating the underside of that keg belly.

Reggie’s eyes widened with each word, his lips peeling back from his teeth to glint in the afternoon sun. This disrespectful little piss ant thought he could talk to him in his own den that way? How dare he!

The lion reached into the pool and gripped the bull by the literal horns, the lion’s powerful frame even stronger than what it looked as he lifted the bull out of the water.

“What the FUCK man! Let go of me!” Bryce shouted.

“Not a fucking chance,” Reggie snarled. “I’ve given you far too many chances. Know you only breath under this roof because I let you.”

“What the fuck dude! Let me go!” Bryce lifted his foot and kicked Reggie square in the solar plexus, the bull’s thighs flexing, his heel striking true.

“You call that a kick?” Reggie snarled.

“Oh shit…” Bryce’s eyes went wide Reggie tossed the bull up and in the same motion round house kicked him in his ribs, causing the bull to go flying across the pool, skipping into the deep end before smacking into the corner of it. Bryce was just able to stay conscious to grip the edges of the pool instead of sinking into the bottom to drown.

Then he felt a powerful hand grip his hair, powerful claws digging into his scalp.

“Apologize,” Reggie snarled, looming over the bull.

“C-Cole I’m sorr—”

Reggie shoved the bull’s face beneath the water, Bryce’s grip on the sides slipping against the force of that powerful hand. Bryce was beneath the water, his legs thrashing, his arms splashing and trying to scratch at the Lion’s arms. But the lion’s flesh was made to withstand scratching form his feline brethren. What could a bull do?

Bryce was yanked up by his hair and horn as he gagged and grunted for breath.

“Don’t apologize to that dirty jizz rag!” Reggie snarled. “Apologize to me for being such an insufferable piece of arrogant shit. You come into MY house and disrespected ME! You should have flashed me your fucking hole and gagged on my toes in thanks for letting you bone my bitch of a son. You think you’re the only one who ever disrespected my boy? You think you’re the only one who’s ever spat on my property? You think you’re the only Alpha who has tried to challenge me? ME?!?!”

“Dude! Sorry I boned your bitch of a son and, like, fucked in your house! Don’t need to freak out and drown me in your fucking pool!”

“I’m going to do so much worse you little shit stain,” Reggie snarled and dragged him from the pool, the bull trying to thrash, but couldn’t as he was man handled by the horn and hair.

Once he was out of the water, Reggie lifted him up, snarling in his face as he glared at him.

“You try to strike me again, you die,” Reggie warned.

“I…” Reggie felt a sudden fear, a withering fear that made him almost want to shrink away and get out of the house, to run. He was prey, and that Alpha Lion was staring him down with hungry eyes. In that moment, Reggie had never felt like more of a piece of beef in his life. He was food, a salad muncher who was going to learn the laws of the jungle when you couldn’t overpower the king carnivore.

“That’s it, I can feel you already yielding to me,” Reggie snarled, breathing in through his nose before hissing out, his rumble getting deeper as Bryce submitted further and further to his better. The lion’s fur standing on end as if he just got a hit of bitch heat. “That’s it, give it up.”

“I-I already did,” Bryce’s voice cracked. “I give up, you win, Jesus fuck, just let go of me.”

“We’re not done yet,” Reggie glared at Bryce, the lion’s eyes burrowing into him. “I’m going to take everything you care about, everything you value, everything of worth, will be mine. Can’t you already feel it? Feel the way your dominance is slipping? The way your Alpha nature buckles and breaks for the first fucking time? You’re mine now.”

“What the fuck are you talking about dude,” Bryce felt fear creep up his spine, a panic welling in him. “What the fuck are you doing, you freak? Some fucking feline cat shit?”

“No, a true Alpha thing, you dipshit. Look at me, look at me as I take everything from you.”

Bryce still didn’t see it, but Cole was watching wide eyed as his father, the most massive man he had ever seen was slowly inching upwards. The lions’ muscles rippled, the striations angrily rippling like waves over his flesh, weaving thick tapestries of raw power over that hide before flexing, bunching up larger and causing Reggie to inch higher.

“Holy shit!” Bryce noticed that Reggie was growing, but then he looked at himself and screamed. “Holy SHIT!”

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