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M’Baku 2 - Inya 1

And it looks like that’s the game folks… 🎉👏🏾

Title: 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 🌕❄

Summary: M’Baku is an alpha that knows exactly what he wants and how to get it. His pack has survived and thrived on their traditional values and strength. When Inyanga, an independent and tenacious omega from an outside pack ends up inheriting a parcel of his land in her late brother's will, M'Baku learns that the land contains a precious family heirloom. Inyanga will do whatever it takes to keep her brother's family safe. M'Baku will do whatever he can to recover the lost heirloom. As their battle of wills comes to a head, M'Baku decides to take the easy route and take the land by force…and Inyanga along with it.

Warnings: MATURE, EXPLICIT 🔞 ‼🚨READ THE TAGS🚨‼ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Recreational Drug Use, Blood and Violence, Smut, Forced Bonding, Claiming Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat,Knotting, Breeding Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Wakanda AU, Dark AU

Everything is going under the READ MORE CUT. I personally prefer reading on Ao3 so click the link at the top of the post to check out the story there for more info/comments, notes and better formatting. Enjoy ❥

Chpt 1 ❥ Chpt 2 ❥ Chpt 3 ❥ Chpt 4 ❥ Chpt 5 ❥ Chpt 6 ❥ Chpt 7 ❥ Chpt 8

Note: 🚨DEAD DOVE INCOMING IN THIS CHAPTER FORWARD!🚨 I know this has been a bit of lead up but this just a reminder that this story will NOT have super fluffy themes as it's main priority! Make sure you re-read the tags and take responsibility for what you consume on the internet before proceeding! There are a few words in Igbo in this chapter. I do not speak Igbo so if the translations are wrong feel free to let me know and I will change them: ○ Nwa Aturu - Igbo for 'Lamb/Little Lamb' ○ Ifunanya m - Igbo for 'My Love' ○ Nnukwu Nwanne - Igbo for 'Big/Older Brother'

Inya opened her eyes somewhere early the next morning. A quick glance showed that her vision was a bit blurry and her center of gravity felt off. But the warm body pressed against her back smelled familiar. She took a few slow deep breaths to try and center the incoordination her mind felt with her limbs. The scent of the person in bed with her slowly became recognizable.

Alpha…Female. Nomble.

Inya gathered herself and sat up slowly, eyes creeping open to take in her surroundings. Her vision was tilted as her eyes adjusted to the light coming in. After a moment, she recognized the tilted feeling for the wave of slight dizziness that it was. She had to breathe carefully through it, letting the nausea pass before she stood from the bed to find her phone. A quick scan around the room showed that it laid face down on the floor in her discarded shorts. She crawled out of bed to grab it and check the screen.

6:45am. Damn. Inya sighed.

She didn’t want to leave Nomble like a regretful one night stand, but she also hadn’t intended to fall asleep and spend the night. Inya wanted to get home and shower before the rest of Pack Wakanda rose from their own festival night hangovers and saw her doing the proverbial walk of shame from Nomble’s apartment. It’s not that Inya herself would actually be ashamed, but she knew how rumors worked in packs. She didn’t want the Dora Enforcer to run into any trouble if others caught wind of their impromptu tryst. Luckily for her, most of the city would be well asleep at this hour since the MoonLight Festival runs into the early hours of the morning until the full moon sets completely.

Nomble didn’t even stir as Inya moved on silent feet to redress herself. The woman had to be tired, even if she hadn’t drank or partaken in much partying. She worked just as hard as any enforcer on T’Challa’s payroll and spent the day on duty before attending the festival…And right after that she spent the night in Inya’s company. It had likely been a bit draining.

The omega smiled faintly to herself as she glanced over at the enforcer’s peaceful face in the bed. For an alpha, Nomble had been unusually complacent and gentle with her from the beginning, never being too unnecessarily harsh and demeaning. Her smile was also kind whenever she graced someone with it. Inya admired that a lot. It showed an effort to be understanding outside the whims of one’s designation…

She would have to ask her out on a proper date the next time they spoke.

Venturing over to the enforcer’s desk, Inya found a notepad and pen amongst the papers scattered along it. Taking the pen, she wrote out a short ‘I’ll call you later’ message before carefully tracing out a bubbly heart and signing it. She left the note on Nomble’s bedside table with her phone, plugging it into the power supply so that it could charge and be of use later. Satisfied with her work, Inya made her way quietly out of the bedroom, through the apartment and down the stairs to the streets of Birnin Zana.

Just as she suspected, it was relatively quiet minus some custodial workers beginning their cleanup shift. She would get home in time to hopefully proactively get something for the hangover she felt coming on.

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M'Baku watched Inya exit onto the street. She’d left the alpha female’s house earlier than he’d originally expected. Good. The sooner he could make his move, the better. He’d been almost impossibly patient last night; first watching her entertain that beta, and then again when she went home with her alpha packmate. If the other alpha had been anything but female, M'Baku wouldn’t have stood for it. There were differences between male and female alphas that would’ve made it too risky to let her enjoy Nomble’s company.

Namely, when alphas fell into a rut, the urge to mark and claim became unbearable. It was unlikely an omega would be able to get out of it if they were tied to an alpha’s knot. Since most female alpha’s lacked the ability to knot, Inya was safe to indulge herself.

The Jabari pack leader snorted in disdain. He definitely didn’t approve of Inya’s methods to skirt around getting claimed while moving from partner to partner, but he certainly saw the cunning and merit in the method. She could satisfy her urges while staying unbonded. He put the thoughts from his mind as soon as they came. None of it would matter soon because those urges of hers would be his to satisfy, and his alone.

Watching carefully from afar, M’Baku made the choice to apply more effort into not alerting Inya of his presence this time; whether on purpose or accidentally. Just following her movements with his eyes as the omega made her way home showed that she was a bit unsteady on her feet. The temptation to simply snatch her into a nearby secluded alley was strong, but there was a method to the nerve-wracking avidness of M’Baku’s patience. Allowing her to go back to her home in Azzaria was an important part of the plan.

One of his enforcers was waiting with a car so they could follow Inya back. M’Baku kept a close eye on her as she got onto the bus, glad that it did not take long until they arrived at their destination. What was usually a 30 to 40 minute journey ended up only being about 20 minutes in the light, post-festival traffic. M’Baku had his enforcer drop him off nearby her bus stop then sent him on his way. There would be no assistance needed for what came next. Following Inya the rest of the way home was the easiest part of this, afterall. Even without a visual, her scent alone was simple enough to track.

Fortunately for him, it was a helpful attribute of the imprinting. Nothing could keep her from him.

As she got to the front door, M'Baku once again considered how easy it would be to catch her unaware and follow her inside before she could think to stop him. Everything from her relaxed shoulders to the way she casually yawned and stretched her lithe body screamed that she was easy prey. However, he waited until she went inside and closed the door before deciding how he was going to go about things. And- twenty minutes later- he was glad that he did.

The fact that Pack Jabari were in Wakanda on a ‘diplomatic’ stay would make this a bit more complicated. Nothing was going to stop him from making her his, but he knew that her packmates would attempt to disrupt the bonding process afterwards, and he couldn’t have that. As annoying as Pack Wakanda was most times, M’Baku still wanted to avoid unnecessary bloodshed; so he planned ahead of time. He would have to take Inya back into Jabari Territory immediately and formally inform T’Challa about his claim once she was safely in place.

After calling M’Bele to make him and the other generals aware of his plans, M'Baku hung up the phone to find that someone else had arrived on the scene.

His eyes narrowed in a growl from his position across the street. Clearly, Hanuman saw fit to bless him with multiple opportunities today. None other than Sifso was on his way toward Inya’s door with what looked to be a thermal takeout cup and a bag. A spike of previous impatience and jealousy is what had M'Baku stalking quickly across the street as the man raised his fist to knock. The outstretched hand was snatched in an ironclad grip before it made contact with the door.

Sifso startled, whirling around angrily to confront whoever had touched him- but he froze the moment he looked up into the eyes of M’Baku. The darkness of the alpha’s shadow falling over him made wilt with dread.

A moment of tense silence passed as the Jabari Pack Leader stared him down with cold dangerous eyes. Sifso vaguely wondered if he should risk speaking when the alpha did it for him.

“Unless you want to leave here limping and bleeding, beta, you will go. Now.” He growled quietly. “Inyanga is mine.”

M'Baku’s voice was dark and laden with an alpha command that made Sifso flinch. He was thrust further into uncertainty when M’Baku let go of the arm he’d grabbed. Several ideas ran across the beta’s mind, but his most prominent instinct was to bolt.

W’Kabi had warned him! Why didn’t he listen?!

Sifso’s eyes darted to Inya’s front door as confliction welled in his chest. He should do something! Anything to try and warn her! But he couldn’t even bring himself to move; all he did was swallow down the fear choking him at the thought of what M’Baku would do if he tried. Besides, who was he to stand between this alpha and the omega he wanted? She doesn't belong to me. Sifso had seen Inya dancing with so many other people last night that she could be entertaining anyone at this point. For all he knew, she was waiting for this alpha with open legs through that door…

That’s what Sifso kept telling himself as the imposing Jabari Alpha tilted his head and said slowly, “You are testing my patience.”

Sifso raised his hands quickly in surrender, not needing another warning. He’d thought running would’ve gotten him killed immediately, but it was clear that the pack leader had other things on his mind. Moving slowly but purposefully, the beta sat down the cup and breakfast sandwich he’d brought. He placed it on the doorstep then carefully skirted his way around M'Baku. The alpha watched him make his way down the porch before breaking off into a run once he cleared the driveway.

“Coward.” M'Baku snorted.

He wouldn’t chase him. It was better this way. The barista would have never had a chance with an omega like Inya. He would have never withstood her more domineering personality. The type of strong-willed independence Inya displayed would completely steamroll a beta partner until the relationship fell apart completely. However, it did make her a perfect fit for an alpha like him. Even if she didn’t realize it yet…

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The water beating down on Inya’s back felt surreal. There was nothing like the water pressure in Wakanda. She’d stayed in some shitty apartments in her early college days, so having the luxury of a consistent stream of warm clean water had definitely spoiled her a bit. The jets were like little tendrils of heat digging into the sore muscles of her back and shoulders.

She should be taking a cold shower; it would definitely help knock her out of this hazy stupor she was in. Moon Dust was as potent as it was relaxing to take. The floaty feel-good effects it produced lingered even some ten odd hours later. Coupled with the hangover from the alcohol, Inya felt an odd mixture of sick dizziness and pleasure. Her mind was replaying every detail of Nomble’s body back to her every time she closed her eyes.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face under the warm stream of water, her imagination began to run wilder. She imagined the feel of hands tracing her cheeks and strong fingers pressing into one of the tender spots on her neck before squeezing. It left her hot and flushed with heat. It really had been too long since she’d been allowed to have a good time, even by herself. When was the last time she masturbated? One- two- three months ago maybe? Inya didn’t really remember; infiltration work made it hard to have time to yourself.

…Perhaps she’d been too quick to leave Nomble’s apartment so early. She could’ve stayed for another go.

The idea of it simmered behind her eyelids as her fingers travelled southward with the washcloth. She was wet at just the thought of someone- anyone- touching her right now. Imagining hands gripping her thighs made her bite her lip and pinch some pain into her nipples. The need and wanting that blanketed her was hard to fight; she needed release. Maybe just once, to take the edge off?

As soon she slid the cloth over her folds, her knees wobbled and she pulled back.

Fuck! She couldn’t stand in the shower and do this!

Clumsily reaching forward, Inya shut the water off and snatched up her drying towel before stepping out the shower. Flicking errant braids back behind her, she waltzed into the warmth of her bedroom and determinedly tried to rub herself down with lotion before she became distracted again. She would skip this step and continue where she left off, but she honestly hated the feeling of dry unmoisturized skin on her sheets.

As she bent down to slather the lightly scented cream up her legs, something caught her attention out her peripheral vision. Inya stopped, leaning over her knees to catch a glimpse of her open bedroom door.

Esihle shouldn’t be home yet. She’d spent the night in Masu Family territory so that N’Kosi could spend time with his cousins. Inya should have the house to herself until later this afternoon or evening. Sure enough, when she glanced up, nothing was there. Dismissing it, she continued up the other leg and inevitably got to her thighs. Her fingers darted between them and she sucked in a breath. There was still slick gathering there…and she was even more sensitive-

Inya’s head turned again as her senses vaguely alerted her that something may have changed just out of view. It was the barest flicker of shadows.

This time she frowned when she once again saw nothing. For a moment, it had felt like there were eyes on her; a strangely familiar feeling ever since the festival. She’d felt it last night walking to the bathrooms, then on and off while on the dancefloor. It could’ve honestly been anyone watching…But her mind could only place it as the eyes of someone that was trying to get her attention. Or maybe even seek her out.

The thought ironically brought M'Baku to mind. She hadn’t spoken to the Jabari Alpha since the incident in the gym, but she had seen him in passing while visiting the citadel to see Shuri. When Inya had looked his way, he’d been watching her openly.

That stupid fucking alpha.

She scowled as she thought about his face, but as her fingers slipped over her folds again, she remembered the attractive pouty curve of his lips. Inya had found herself oddly attracted to them every time she saw him; even though she wanted to slap them off his face with every leer cast her way. Even the unabashed show of sharp white teeth hadn’t been unappealing. She honestly found both his lips to be pretty…At present, her mind saw fit to recall the way they curved up into a smirk during their fight at the gym. For a while, the visage had haunted her dreams. She’d wake up in a cold, confused sweat remembering the pearly glint of them bearing down at her. And yet, when the dream turned into a nightmare and his teeth were pressing into her skin, she remembered relishing the tingling warmth they caused.

It was a secret she’d kept to herself. But now, as pleasure began to build between her legs, her imagination began to conjure how they might feel against her skin again…

Inya stumbled forward to bend over her bed, fingers working more fervently. The way his hand had wrapped and squeezed her knee as he choked her shouldn't make her feel this good. But as soon as she imagined it, her mind conceived up the thought of him pushing both her knees back to her chest as he pressed those lips of his against the aching nerves between her legs.

“Fuck…” The mumbled curse left her lips as the heat in her core roared like a fire. It was like she could smell him in the room with her now. It was fucking with her head.

She was never immune to the fact that a lot of alpha males were attractive enough to make her think about being with them, but M'Baku seemed to be filling her mind completely. He was certainly physically attractive enough to gain her attention. However, she shouldn't be dripping with slick while thinking about how much she wanted to gouge his eyes out of his head. The thoughts had been annoying before, but they had become unignorable now.

The feelings had turned from bitter hatred to a burning desire. Inya had to give up trying to fight them and crawled up onto her bed. She quickly flipped onto her back, pressing her feet together before letting her knees drop to the sides to rub steady circles into the soaked silken mess between her legs.

A few odd feet away across the room, M'Baku stood adjacent to her bed in front of the closet. His curiosity and desire was fully piqued. His pretty little omega was recklessly unaware of how need and arousal was clouding her perception right now. She had nearly seen him move twice, but the lingering remnants of drugs and alcohol was making her nearly delirious. Part of her reaction was the smell of his own arousal spurring hers without her realizing it. Omegas could smell the musk of nearby alphas just as well as an alpha could smell theirs.

M'Baku watched her fingers work feverishly between her legs, dipping low to press in slightly every so often. The low gasping breaths of pleasure she released seemed to echo in his ears.

She was stunning…And she was all his.

Slowly, Inya’s eyes slit open to look down at herself- but instead- she finally caught sight of him, standing and watching intently. For a few heated seconds, she and M’Baku locked eyes across the room. Her muscles clenched around nothing, fingers never stopping as her hindbrain focused on the alluring glint of golden alpha-light reflecting luminously back at her. It took a few moments for her brain to clear the lust and connect the dots on what she was seeing, but when she did, she blinked quickly and froze in startled disbelief.

Was this real?

All it took was for M'Baku to move slightly and the trance was broken. Inya’s heart jumped into her throat. This was not some fucked up manifestation of her mind! M'Baku was actually standing there!

She bolted upright, eyes wide, pupils blown out as fear mixed with the lingering endorphins of pleasure. The sudden upward movement made her dizzy enough to sway slightly, even sitting down on the bed as she was. The alpha cocked his head with interest as he watched her, leaning against the closet with inappropriate casualness considering the situation at hand. She could hear her own heart thumping wildly in her chest; that primal fight or flight sense having already been triggered. If she could hear it, he could too.

Danger! She was in incredible danger!

Her wide dark eyes dared to leave the alpha for a moment to glance at the open bedroom door. She couldn’t help it. Maybe if she was fast enough, she could get to it before he trapped her here.

M'Baku’s brow rose with interest as he followed her line of sight to the door and back. Would she really risk inciting his natural hunting instincts by running and presenting herself as prey? Yes. Of course she would, it was her only way out. Without hesitation, Inya sprang up and made a mad dash for the bedroom door.

She didn’t stand a chance.

M'Baku growled, pivoting on his heel to intercept. He caught her easily around the waist before carrying her back to the bed, kicking and screaming. There was nothing coherent about the way she flailed as he tossed her back onto the mattress and pinned her bodily beneath him. Her mind was too panicked to think of fighting him with anything other than adrenaline-induced fear.

“No!!” Inya kept shrieking the word as if it would somehow stop him, but it didn't.

She smacked a palm into the alpha’s chin, trying to keep him back, but M'Baku caught her wrists and pushed them away. He transferred them both to one big hand then pinned them above her head. He reached down with the other hand and grasped her leg under the knee before pushing her thighs apart to make room for his hips as they settled between her legs. Inya was once again reminded of M’Baku’s overwhelming physique in comparison to her own. The broad expanse of his shoulders and chest completely blocked her chance of escape, and his strength made holding her down effortless.

Pulling against the nearly bruising grip he had on her made her whimper in distress. She was trying to buck him off, but her heel was scrambling uselessly for purchase against the bedding. Even kicking was doing nothing at all to free her. All she did was struggle furiously until she became too winded to do anything but cry and shiver beneath him.

At first, M'Baku did nothing- He said nothing. He simply watched her huff fearfully until her breathing had finally calmed to something more bearable; Then he finally spoke.

“This does not have to be so hard for you, Nwa Aturu.” He murmured.

The victorious alpha leaned in close to let his nose trace along her ear before placing a soft kiss to her jawline. Inya shrunk back, trying to keep her throat and neck protected from his teeth.

“I don’t want to hurt you…But I will if I must.” M’Baku warned.

“Get off of me!” She demanded. Each word was bracketed in a stuttering breath.

As fear and adrenaline began to clear her mind of arousal, her focus slowly returned. It made her even more aware that she needed to try and do something to free herself. She was naked and vulnerable; pinned under an alpha that wanted to conquer her. The press of hot hard flesh against her thigh was undeniable, covered as it was in his shorts. M'Baku ignored her request, putting weight on the hand pinning her wrists in its vice-like grip before allowing his other hand to begin venturing southward.

Alarm bells rang loudly in Inya’s subconscious. She couldn’t let him touch her!

Run! RUN!

It's what her primal intuition shouted, but her fight sense finally won over the flight and provided her with another option. The house was on a few acres of land but she had neighbors who could hear well, didn't she? It was past 7am now so someone had to be around…didn’t they?

Without a second thought, Inya took a deep breath- and she screamed; long, hard and loud. The sound pinged off the walls at a ringing crescendo and M'Baku flinched briefly. Just as quickly, the scream was cut short when his wandering hand shot back up to tighten mercilessly around her neck. The fight sense won yet again and Inya immediately began her struggle anew. M’Baku suddenly let her arms go so that he had both hands free to wrap around her throat.

Inya swung at him with everything she had. Not that it mattered to the alpha above her. Pinned as she was, she was barely able to reach farther than his chin with her fingertips. Her nails nicked his skin but M'Baku didn’t even flinch. The burning anger in his eyes as he looked down at her only terrified her more.

Her struggle used up precious oxygen and she eventually went limp, arms falling like dead weight before he loosened his hold to let her breathe again. Inya took in deep, greedy breaths of air, vision spotty as she tried to regain her senses. M'Baku hummed his gratification as he looked down at her. He leaned back in to press his face into her throat, nuzzling it tenderly before he opened his mouth to let his teeth caress the delicate skin there. Inya tensed at the clear warning, stilling herself instinctively.

“Scream like that again, Little Lamb, and I will give you something to really scream about.” He growled. Inya swallowed hard, the fear she felt becoming laced with fury as she glared up at him balefully. M'Baku let a smirk pull at his lips. “There you are my brave little omega, trying to intimidate your way out of an inevitable situation.”

“This is not inevitable! The only thing inevitable is me, ripping your beating heart out of your chest and eating it! ALL OF IT! EVERY SINGLE BITE!” She snarled.

The low growling chuckle M'Baku lets out as he rolls his hips into her makes Inya’s heart beat like a drum in her chest. “I am flattered that you want me as much as I want you, omega.” He laughs.

Her brain sputtered at his words and so did she. “W-what?! I don’t want you!”

M'Baku traced her neck with his lips. “Lying, whether it is aloud or to yourself, will never serve you well…I can smell how much you want me.”

Inya opened her mouth to answer but M'Baku’s tongue licked a hot wet stripe up her throat to the bottom of her ear and the only thing that came out was a little gasping whine. His answering purr did not make the humiliating sound any more bearable.

“You and I both know what happens when an omega ingests Moon Dust.” M'Baku teased her ear as he spoke and Inya tried not to shiver. “It stimulates the areas of your brain that enhance certain endorphins…Those cocktails of hormones that flood your brain contain things like oxytocin…and dopamine-” He kissed her thrumming pulse almost lovingly. “They allow you to feel the glow of a heat without the side effects.”

Inya held onto the feeling of righteous pride that swelled in her chest as she answered back, “Without the side effects! What I feel has nothing to do with you! I could find any alpha attractive right now!”

She flinched at the unexpected stinging nip of his teeth reprimanding her remarks.

“Is that so?” He lilted darkly.

She sucked in an anxious breath at his tone, the righteous pride she felt moments before simmering out into uncertainty. She wasn’t stupid enough to ignore the anger she sensed. She’d inadvertently invoked his jealousy with her flippant remark. It was not something she wanted considering the direness of her situation. She was already afraid to move too much beneath him despite having her arms and hands free.

Once caught, movement encourages an alpha to dominate you further. But the more she stayed still, the more the omega in her began to approve of her actions. She often repressed the feelings, but she wasn’t immune to the effects of his proximity; especially when he was aroused. He had been absolutely right; the Moon Dust would fuck her on that front….And then he would fuck her.

Gods, I need to get out from under him!

M’Baku smirked in amusement as he tracked the emotions on her face. “Would you like me to prove you wrong, omega?”

Inya found herself frantically shaking her head. “N-no!…I just-”

“I think I should.” M'Baku declared, ignoring her completely.

He snaked a hand down between them to cup her sex and Inya’s thighs jerked up to try and close them. With his body in the way of the attempt, it had only served to press her knees into his waist. He growled softly at the reaction he received.

“It would be a lesson for you as to who runs things now.” He peppered soft kisses down the side of her face as he spoke. “An example of how you will always break and fall apart for me from now on…And how I will be the one gluing you back together again.”

Inya was tense with fear but her jaw clenched in defiance at the mere thought of his words. It burned anger in her chest to think of submitting to any alpha in such a way. She valued herself too much to become subject to the will of anyone else so irrevocably. If this alpha wanted to take her, she would fight him until the bitter end.

Or so she thought.

“I won’t do anything for you!” She hissed. “I would rather-”

Her promise was choked off in a startled shivering cry as M'Baku’s fingers slipped into the delicate slickness of her folds and pressed up to her clit. He watched carefully as her eyes slammed shut when he slid over the sensitive bud with the pad of his middle finger.

“Nonsense. You will do many things for me, Nwa Aturu.” M'Baku admonished huskily. “For instance, right now, you will cum for me.”

Inya’s hips jerked away again as he stroked her softly. She mumbled out a slurred sound that was merely a shadow of the protest she wished to express. She furthered her attempt to thwart his actions by turning her head away from his lips when he placed a kiss to her forehead. The obstinate action inadvertently bared her neck to him and M’Baku’s mouth found the juncture of her throat and shoulder to suck and kiss on. Her hands flew up to his shoulders in horror but she couldn’t make herself push him away.

Sensitive! She was too sensitive! The pleasure she felt radiating from where his mouth latched onto her neck was quickly racing southward to the fire he was re-stoking between her thighs.

“Being stubborn will only make this worse.” He warned, voice hoarse with arousal.

Inya tossed her head in an echo of rebellion but her thighs were twitching at his waist as he continued without mercy. He was strumming her along like a well-tuned guitar. Somewhere, she found the strength to begin pushing at his shoulders again, but M'Baku did not budge. She was going nowhere fast and her body was giving in just as quickly. She thought she was gaining some leeway when he pulled back slightly, but the persistent alpha only repositioned himself to dip his head lower and rub a cheek against her chest.

The coarse prickle of his carefully trimmed beard made her fingers tremble on his shoulders. After a deep rolling growl vibrated his chest, every muscle in her thighs quivered in surrender and she lost purchase on his shoulders altogether.

He’s marking me! Inya thought wildly.

The purposefully heavy skin to skin contact would leave her smelling like him for days to come. She quickly came to the conclusion that this was not going to go her way. She had to do something to try and slow things down. Currently, there was only one thing she could think of that might deter his attention from her.

“Please!...I’ll give you the mask!” Inya gasped. The words were painful to get out. She hadn’t wanted to rely on bargaining with him, but she was growing desperate.

“Where is it?” M’Baku asked.

He hadn’t even stopped what he was doing to ask the question. His voice was still muffled in her dampening skin and it made the inquiry all the harder to process. The pheromones in his scent and saliva were driving her to the brink of insanity.

“It’s in…the…” Inya tried to make her voice work but every stroke of his fingers was slick and hot.

M’Baku placed a tender kiss between her heaving breasts. “Tell me where it is, Ifunanya m.”

The alpha-command made goosebumps pebble the deep brown of Inya’s skin and the shiver she had been repressing revealed itself.

“B-bed…It’s under…my bed.” She stammered. “Please.”

M’Baku hummed his acknowledgement and turned his head to kiss the top of her left breast. Inya’s hope of being let go faded when his tongue found her nipples. The little shockwave of added stimulation carved a path straight between her legs. She sunk her fingers into the first thing she could think to grab onto; the soft, thick cloud-like hair lining the top of his head. She couldn’t make herself pull very hard, but the pressure she did manage to exert only prompted him to suck one of the dark puffy peaks into his mouth and play with it as he worked his fingers.

Inya felt her eyes roll shut as her legs tensed up in anticipation. “Please! Don’t!…”

In contrast, a nonsensical sound of need followed the entreaty. Her inner omega took that moment to rear its head with a taunt.

Don’t what? It scoffed. Don’t stop? Why would he do that when you want to cum so badly? Let him make you feel good.

Inya didn’t want to, but she realized there was nothing she could do to stop it anymore. The throbbing of her clit was pulsing in tune with her heart now as he massaged it with his fingers; Everything in her was straining for release and it was like M'Baku knew. He had to know because his fingers added just a bit more pressure and moved just a bit more quickly. Inya’s own panting breaths were loud in her ears. She felt like she couldn’t suck in enough oxygen to make a coherent thought pass through her mind anymore. The lurid sound of her own wet pussy was just as audible under the roughness of his fingers.

It took only moments before she was shaking and cumming all over the alpha’s fingers. She couldn’t clamp down on his hand with her legs, but she could squeeze his waist between them as she bucked and strained against his unerring stroking. She made a sound that only a few seconds later she recognized as a moan of completion that watered down into shivering puffs of air. M'Baku was still rubbing, forcing out every grunt and clenching throb that she had to offer before she began to beg for reprieve from overstimulation.

When the alpha ceased his tortuous fondling, Inya went submissively limp beneath him. Her labored panting echoed heavily in his ear as he brought his fingers up to suck them clean of her slick. M’Baku trembled softly, a groan tearing from his chest as he took in the taste of her salty sweetness. It further tested the restraints of his control. He followed a line up from her chest to her lips with his mouth before kissing her thoroughly. He savored the flavor and feel of her lips as his tongue darted out to sample hers.

When he eventually pulled back to look down at her pleasure slackened face. He grunted in satisfaction at the way she writhed, listless and compliant beneath him. If he had more time, he would wait a bit longer for her to recover; claim her properly as he mated her for the first time. But he was- unfortunately- running a bit late already as it was.

M'Baku kneeled above her, bracketing her smaller form between his hands and knees as he carefully rolled Inya over onto her stomach. He gently brushed her hair from over her left shoulder, taking a moment to appreciate the tattoo work that went from the nape of her neck down to the center of her back before he settled carefully down over her again. He didn’t want her moving too much for this part.

A kiss found the back of her left shoulder and Inya’s head weakly moved to try and look back at him. M’Baku firmly grasped a handful of hair at the top of her head to keep her still as his teeth followed the curve of the scent gland sitting at the back of her shoulder and neck. Idly, he realized that he was glad he’d waited for her to take a shower before doing this. It had rinsed the scent of the alpha female she had been with off of her skin. He didn’t think he could’ve held himself back this long if she smelled like another alpha.

“Hush, love.” He soothed when she whimpered slightly. “Be good for me.”

M'Baku pressed his teeth in as gently as he could, but the moment he broke skin, Inya’s mind became instantly alert again. She let out a startled yelp that quickly transformed into a cry of pain when he bore down. For a moment, desperation gave her the strength to struggle again and she managed to push her chest up off the mattress. M'Baku’s teeth sunk in without mercy, clamping her flesh between his jaws with a firm shake and growl. Inya screamed briefly again but it was a scream that spoke of previously unknown pain and heartache when it registered; short and abrupt.

Strong arms wrapped around her own like a steel band and the omega was pushed back down into the bed. A plaintive sob tore from her throat but quieted soon after as the cocktail of emotions and hormones flooded her body with heat and rendered her paralyzed to the alpha claiming her.

Just as she thought she was going to pass out from the pain, M'Baku released his teeth, licking the blood from his lips with a hungry sated moan. A surprising flood of relief washed over her as he leaned down to strop his tongue across the site of her injury and staunch the flow. Inya flinched but couldn’t move to push him away. There was satisfaction in the sensation of his comforting touch, she realized weakly.

As his tongue carefully cleaned the area, Inya’s reeling mind became inundated with a plethora of euphoric sensations. The pheromones in his saliva were already working on her nervous system, introducing proteins to her bloodstream that were attempting to bind them.

Attempting to change her.

Her eyes, once again, rolled shut and she grunted against the little stabs of pain that were blotted out by a need for his continued proximity. She blinked slowly, mind blanking for a few moments before she tried to snap it back to awareness again. She had to stay awake to fight this…

M'Baku pulled back and kissed the claiming bite softly, whispering comforting words in Jabari-Igbo that she could not understand but felt the intentions of through the soothing blanket of warmth that covered her mind. The lights flickered on and off in her head again as she listened to the deep hum of his voice. It was somehow almost as hypnotic as listening to the sound of the breeze through a quiet forest.

Soon, darkness and warmth clouded Inya’s mind completely and she drifted off under the cool wind of a mountain.

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Mandla stared boredly at his phone, scrolling the explore pages of social media apps for what seemed like the umpteenth time in the past 35 minutes. Standing across from him on the driver’s side of the black SUV they’d driven, Kelechi flicked his cigarette and let his eyes scan down the quiet Wakandan countryside. So far, they had gone completely unnoticed, or at least ignored. A lot of people were still asleep or just waking up after last night's activities and it was working to their advantage greatly. He didn’t doubt that many of Inyanga’s neighbors knew about her animosity towards the Jabari. If spotted too early, they would realize something was going on and alert Pack Wakanda’s enforcers.

M’Baku had been confident that it was unlikely to happen. Azzaria was a conservative area of Pack Wakanda and Inya’s home sat rather secluded from the others. But on the other hand, it wasn’t guaranteed that the omega’s neighbors would look the other way. The story of how M'Baku had dominated her in their gym-fight had spread quickly; and while many saw it as a fair fight, there were others who had become more protective of her when they realized M'Baku’s intentions. They’d seemed to have worked together to keep her away from him in the following days.

It had worked well until now…But that was a product of Inya’s own recklessness. Kelechi quietly wondered if M'Baku would’ve gotten this chance so quickly had she not foolishly left the relative safety of that alpha female’s home.

“Just how long is this supposed to take?” Mandla finally grumbled in complaint.

Kelechi rolled his head in a so-so manner. “It takes as long as it takes. Inya isn’t an easily won conquest. It takes a bit of patience and finesse to subdue an omega like her without accidentally doing more damage than necessary.”

Mandla considered this for a moment as he looked up at the seemingly silent house. “Yeah- well, we still don’t have forever…I haven’t heard a peep out of there since that first scream.”

Kelechi didn’t reply. They had both heard Inya’s initial scream pierce through the front room windows from somewhere in the house just before it abruptly stopped. There was no mistaking its urgency so Kelechi was glad it hadn’t attracted any attention. She would definitely give M’Baku a fight, but he was also confident that the other alpha could do what was needed and stake his claim.

Just as the thought completed, the front door opened and M'Baku himself stepped out. Kelechi heard the click of Mandla’s phone locking before the young alpha quickly stood at attention. However, he took one look at his older brother carrying Inya in his arms and seemed to freeze.

M'Baku was clad only in his black T-Shirt, the blazer he’d worn was wrapped around Inya’s limp naked form as he held her bridal-style in his arms. It took seconds to zero in on the unmistakable red stain around the alpha’s mouth and his slightly mused hair. There was an antique leather and wood suitcase hanging from one of his hands. Kelechi quickly recognized the sigils burned into the wood and it made pride and amazement light his face as his pack leader moved toward them.

Both Kelechi and Obi had been sure that Inya was bluffing about having their pack’s main family heirloom, but he was pleased to be proved wrong in this instance. M’Baku had managed to subvert expectations and secure both of the things he’d come for...A glance in Mandla’s direction to see if he had taken note made the enforcer grimace.

“Mandla!” Kelechi growled, snapping the younger alpha out of his entranced stupor.

They were downdraft and the scent of Inya’s arousal clung heavily to the warm morning air. Mandla blinked the surprise from his eyes then clumsily got the backseat door open to the truck as M'Baku approached with the unconscious omega. He paused only for a moment to pass the leather-bound wooden suitcase off to his lieutenant. Kelechi took it, giving the other alpha a deep, deferential bow.

“We need to move quickly. One of her packmates has already tried calling her twice now. It will not be long until they realize something is amiss.” M'Baku advised.

Kelechi nodded, taking point as M'Baku eased himself- and Inya- into the back of the SUV. The senior enforcer had to be the one to close the door because Mandla was, once again, just watching with absent glazed eyes.

“Pay attention, boy!” He growled, voice deepening in alpha command.

Mandla’s eyes lurched up to his, a displeased frown on his face. Satisfied, Kelechi marched over to the front door of the house. A cursory glance inside showed nothing immediately amiss until he looked down. The takeout mug and bag Sifso left was still sitting on the porch. He picked it up and brought it inside, placing it on the nearest surface. On that same surface Kelechi spotted Inya’s house keys resting out in the open. He picked them up then closed and locked the front door on his way out before heading back to the car. Mandla stood waiting patiently when he got back, but he still shot the other alpha a reproachful look.

Kelechi narrowed his eyes at him. “Listen Youngblood, get in the car and keep yourself under control. That means eyes ahead, not on Inyanga. No matter how good she may smell, don’t stare! And if you don’t want your throat torn out, for the love of Hanuman; Don’t fucking touch her. Do you understand?”

Mandla grimaced but nodded slowly, clearly taking the advice to heart. He might be young but he wasn’t stupid; Kelechi was only trying to keep him out of trouble.

They got into the car and sped off toward Wakanda’s main airport; Kelechi in the driver’s seat and Mandla riding shotgun. Inya’s scent was even more enticing in the enclosed confines of the car but the young enforcer willfully steeled himself. He absolutely did not want M'Baku taking offense and trying to break his neck just because he couldn’t check his own alpha urges. He had to remind himself; Inya was off limits…But the sooner the bond between her and M'Baku began to solidify, the better. He still had a whole plane ride to get through afterall.

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M'Baku gazed quietly out the windows of the private jet flying them back into Jabari territory. They boarded twenty minutes ago, smuggling Inya onto the plane without a hitch. The Wakandan enforcers escorted the Jabari envoy containing Bosede and M’Bele had been none the wiser to her presence onboard. When Bosede and M’Bele had gotten out of their car to board the private plane, Kelechi and Mandla had already disembarked and stood waiting as security. M'Baku’s absence may have been noticed but it was not of any immediate concern. It had been about 9am when they took off and, so far, there had not been any calls from Wakanda on behalf of Inya’s whereabouts. M’Baku wasn’t fooled, it meant that they were still unaware that she was gone.

Not that it mattered much anymore.

Inya was curled up, eyes closed and silent on his lap from the comfort of the wide extended seating across from M'Bele and Bosede. M'Baku’s blazer was still tucked around her shoulders, but she now sported a blanket wrapped around her body to keep her warm…And decent.

The pack leader’s eyes fell on Mandla as the young alpha’s gaze drifted to Inya for the third time in the past hour. When he caught his brother’s sharp blazing eyes, he quickly looked away again.

Across from M'Baku, Bosede chuckled softly and said, “He is young, Nnukwu Nwanne. Try not to take offense.”

“Youth is often coupled closely with wanton stupidity.” M'Baku grunted.

Bosede shrugged. “There is a reason I made him sit across from Obi and Kainda. If their open amorousness doesn’t disgust him and remind him to mind his manners then nothing will.”

M'Bele shook his head slightly, eyes scanning the tablet in front him as he listened to the two brothers. “Kainda won’t be happy that you sat Mandla next to them so that Obi would be more preoccupied keeping an eye on him than her.”

“I am simply trying to keep our young hopefuls safe, General.” Bosede said with only a slightly teasing bow of respect. “I have seen my brother rip out the eyes and throat of other alphas for less when he becomes agitated.”

M'Bele’s brow rose as he finally glanced up at them. “True enough.” He conceded. “But the same could be said of you, Bosede. You are two sides of the same coin- the two of you.”

Bosede smiled indulgently. “Ah, but my mate is not here right now. So it is my turn to keep The Great Mountain Lord in check this time.”

M'Bele swore he saw M'Baku roll his eyes at the comment, even if it was only for a quick moment. Bosede was a typical younger sibling trying to poke fun at his brother, but he was often doing it in situations like this to keep the older alpha distracted. M’Baku was easily riled to anger, but it was rare that he lost control and acted without thinking. But the current situation was particularly volatile.

During the first week or two of a bonding pair’s mating process, emotions- and hormones- ran high. It made an alpha particularly protective and territorial during those first few days. Usually, only the presence of other trustworthy alphas from their pack were allowed near their mate. If that.

That protectiveness was mainly due to the stress an omega endured as their alpha became bonded to them. The hormones and pheromones involved in the process often made them sensitive and needy those first few poignant days. Other alphas that try to get close without permission were considered a threat. At present, M'Baku had no choice but to share an enclosed space with other alphas, but it helped that everyone here was at least a known ally, friend, or already mated.

Looking at Inya right now, even in a deep sleep state, M'Bele felt that she certainly fit the description of a needy omega. Her fists were subconsciously clenched in her alpha’s shirt, keeping him possessively close. Her head rested contently on his chest with her face turned inward toward him and her body was drawn up tightly to keep as much of herself in proximity to him as possible. Likewise, M'Baku had one strong arm draped around her as he pulled her jealously into his protective embrace. As his eyes slid up, M'Bele found that M'Baku was already watching him.

“Judging from the lack of angry frantic calls from Pack Wakanda, I am guessing that everything went as planned?” The head enforcer asked.

It took a moment but M'Baku nodded easily. “The only person who I came into contact with before laying claim to her was that pathetic coward of a beta.”

Bosede’s eyes sharpened at that. “W’Kabi?”

“No, the other one.” M'Baku scoffed, shaking his head at the insult his brother had just dished out toward the Wakandan Alpha. “From last night.” He expounded when the other alpha gave him a questioning look.

“Ah…Him.” Bosede nodded.

M'Bele cocked a brow when M’Baku hummed in recognition. “What’s this about cowardly betas?”

“Okoye’s ex-partner came to M'Baku yesterday evening and told him that a beta that Omega Inyanga fancied might be looking to claim her…He even provided pictures.” Bosede’s eyes flashed with menacing darkness at the memory. “It was the beta from these pictures that I kept him from trying to kill last night.”

M'Bele’s brown eyes widened in surprise as he looked at M'Baku. “Is he dead now?”

M'Baku audibly scoffed.

“No. Fortunately for him, he was too much of a coward to even pretend to challenge me…Though I’m sure he thought about it.” M’Baku’s expression indicated he didn’t think much of the beta’s response as he followed up with, “He ran off after I threatened him; and clearly, he did not see fit to alert anyone of authority that I had come for her.”

M'Bele thumbed his beard contemplatively and asked, “Why would Okoye’s former mate try to rile you to take Inya? Does he not have allegiance to his own pack? I thought they no longer believed in forcing an omega to accept an alpha’s advances, even if they are worthy.”

“He claimed to have been against Alpha T’Challa’s changes in Pack Wakanda. He blames him for some of the political shifts taking place that are seeing omegas rise to power above alphas. He also claimed that there are others like him who believe omegas should not sit as ranking rulers of a pack’s hierarchy.”

Bosede scoffed in disbelief but it was M'Bele who asked, “Do you believe him?”

M'Baku considered the question for a moment, his eyes drifting down to Inya’s face as she sighed softly. Her brow was creased slightly in consternation, making him realize she could now sense his vexation through their budding bond. He relaxed himself again and her pretty brown face smoothed back into a calm dream state.

“Not completely.” M’Baku admitted quietly. “He also confessed that he and Inya have bad blood between them.” M’Bele looked curious so he explained, “He is the one she injured during the second day of the survey.”

His second in command blinked in surprise then looked at the omega in question with a newfound gleam of begrudging respect. He could think of multiple reasons that Inya might harbor such intense feelings of dislike for Alpha W’Kabi. He still recalled N’Gamo’s initial retelling of her attack against him when she had arrived on Wakandan soil. If the situation with W’Kabi had been similar, Inya likely held some form of grudge against him for trying to treat her as though she were incapable of making decisions for herself.

“I can have my people keep an eye on him.” Bosede offered.

M’Baku gave the suggestion some thought before approving the request. “If W’Kabi is being truthful about there being dissent within Pack Wakanda’s ranks, it would be worth keeping track of any weaknesses that form from it.”

Bosede’s grin was sharp. “Alright then, leave it to me. I’ll make it happen.”

M’Baku grunted in acknowledgement before finally sitting back in his seat to tray and relax before the plane landed. He hadn’t gotten much rest in the past 24 hours and it would be worth at least trying to meditate for a while in order to recoup the strength that the bond was now pulling from him.

Jabari territory spread for a few 100 square miles across the mountains and the valleys within them; but despite their close proximity to Pack Wakanda, it was hard to reach the heart of Pack Jabari without travelling by plane. The terrain surrounding Gorilla City could be extremely inhospitable, making it dangerous to travel by vehicle, so it was easiest to fly in. Pack Wakanda’s territory was beautiful but M’Baku was already eager to get back to the cooler and more temperate climate of his homeland. Having Inya with him only made the urge stronger. He wanted to get her back to the safety of his home where he could tend to her properly.

The bond between them might be beginning to build and strengthen, but he was not foolish enough to think that it would soften Inya immediately. Learning to accept their union would take time…And now, M’Baku had all the time in the world to teach her.

#well now #that’s one way to go about gettin the girl #inya truly fucked around and GOT FUCKED #a wonderful outcome if you ask me #m'baku #m'bakuxreader #m'bakuxblackreader #m'bakuxoc #black panther #bpwf #umber-cinders #hehehe i gotta go scream on ao3 now

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