I bite down on his lip just like I did with Tieran, the impulse one driven from deep within.
And he groans in response, almost immediately biting me back, and our kiss becomes a passionate exchange of blood and sensuous lunacy.
I lose track of time.
All I feel is him.
All I know is him.
All I sense is this moment and the need pounding inside me, begging for his knot.
I’m going to die in this bed and it’s going to be the most blissful death in the existence of wolf kind.
I welcome it with my legs wrapped around his waist and my fingers knotting in his thick dark hair. He kisses me as though I’m his reason for being.
And together we lose ourselves to the blissful madness of the moment, his knot finally exploding inside me and taking me into that dark land of intensity.
This time, I don’t stir.
Because I can’t open my eyes.
I just drown there in the passionate oblivion.
And allow my soul to fly. Fly. Fly.
14
CAIUS
“She’s beautiful,” I whisper, stroking my palm up and down her thigh, offering her comfort as she begins her descent into true madness.
Estrus is a multi day affair and we’re only in the first few hours of her heat cycle. She was beautifully aware for the beginning, something that I know Tieran is pleased about. He wanted her to be aware enough to consent and participate in the union.
But he didn’t bite her. Not truly, anyway.
I understand why.
He wants to make sure she accepts all three of us first.
I have no doubt that she will. She responded to my kiss with a passion I felt all the way to my soul.
She wants us all.
And once she wakes up, it’ll be my turn to knot her.
Our sweet, beautiful Omega.
A diamond we never anticipated finding on this island.
The Alphas are going to be furious when they wake, but we won her fair and square. And now she’s sequestered away in our underground den. Not the one she’s been in the last few days. That home is for the others to be able to easily reach us when needed.
No, this home is deep underground with a tunnel only we know how to traverse.
We built it on the off chance we needed to hide from the Elders or an attacking pack.
It’s large enough to house all the wolves on the island, but the three of us are the ones who know how to reach it. We’ve never shared the details with the others because it wasn’t necessary. One of us is always on the island, even when the others are conducting business on the mainland.
Such as the other day—Volt and Tieran left while I remained to guard the pack.
It’s always been this way since we first arrived seven years ago.
“She’s a fighter,” Tieran says as he finishes wiping away the fluids from her sweet pussy. She was a virgin, something that didn’t surprise any of us. But she didn’t notice, too lost in the beginning stages of her heat cycle to feel anything other than pleasure.
Well, and maybe a little pain.
But she embraced it.
She took Tieran’s knot gloriously, her body built for our brand of fucking. Then she allowed Volt a brief taste.
I kiss her inner thigh, humming against her pulse. “I’m next, gorgeous,” I tell her softly.
She doesn’t stir.
I don’t expect her to for at least another hour.
And when she does, it’ll become a sex marathon.
Volt is already preparing supplies in the kitchen, ensuring we have enough water and nonperishable food to keep her healthy.
I already gathered all the linens I could find down here and created a pile beside the bed.
This is our joint bedroom, the one we only intended to use if this underground bunker became full of other wolves.
We have our own quarters that we maintain that would go to the pack as needed. But I stripped those beds to add their sheets to the pile. Omegas like the scents of their mates. They prefer it to clean linen.
Some of our dirty clothes are in the pile as well.
The Omega will choose what she wants.
And we’ll help in whatever way she needs.
“We need to find out what happened to her mother.” Tieran speaks softly, but I sense his underlying fury. It rivals my own, instantly sobering my otherwise heated thoughts.
I lift my gaze to his. “Yes.” I don’t need to say anything else. I didn’t even need to confirm.
“And we need to kill that pansy ass Alpha who suppressed her ability to shift and defend herself,” Volt adds from the doorway. He has on a pair of gray sweats, his chest bare.
There are little indents in his shoulders from where Clove clung to him, just like Tieran. Except Tieran also has healing scratch marks down his back.
Our little Omega is quite the violent vixen in bed.
Which just makes her that much more perfect for us.
She’s also one hell of a fighter, not just in the way she challenged Tieran, but in her general survival.
After everything she’s been through, she managed to embrace her wolf and Omega spirit. That alone is absolutely awe inspiring. Everything else just makes her that much more extraordinary.
I run my palm along her leg again, petting her and offering my adoration via touch.
“My father confirmed her mating with Canton, son of Alpha Crane.” Tieran’s dark tone implies how fond he is of the Santeetlah Alpha and his son.
It rivals my own level of fondness—which is around a negative one hundred on the scale of zero to ten.
“Killing him will be an act of war,” Tieran continues. “A war we are not ready for yet given more than half the island just challenged us over Clove.”
“They were lost to the rut,” I say. “And the fact we beat them without permanently killing them should win us some favor.”
“And nearly half of the Alphas proved strong enough to control their urges,” Volt adds. “They’re worthy warriors, T.”
“Worthy but not quite ready. I need their devotion and respect. It’s the only way we’ll win this fight.” He draws his fingers through Clove’s silky brown hair, the color reminding me of dark chocolate. It matches her eyes, which pop beautifully against her alabaster skin.