Gorgeous, I think, momentarily distracted by her beauty.
The three of us should be lost to the rut now, down here surrounded by her Omega perfume.
But we’re oddly in control.
Perhaps because her heat hasn’t truly started yet. That playtime before was just a prelude to the event to come.
Volt and Tieran’s knots temporarily sated her initial lust. But when she wakes, this room will become a beautiful display of carnality.
And I cannot fucking wait.
“Winning this Omega will give you their devotion,” Volt says quietly, his gaze on our sweet Clove. “It’s the final stage of your Alpha legacy.”
It’s what we’ve been working toward for a decade. Being sent here seven years ago was a minor setback that we quickly used to our advantage. That event is the source that carved the path of our joint future.
The day Tieran was framed for murder.
“Do you find it ironic that Clove was also framed for murder?” I wonder out loud, shifting the topic with my thoughts. “Or is it too coincidental?” She came from the pack that framed him, after all.
“Do you think she’s here to fuck with us?” Tieran asks.
“Do you?” I counter. He didn’t claim her. I know it’s because he’s not done testing her. But are the coincidences of her arrival holding him back as well?
His fingers are still in her hair, his eyes sliding down to take in her delicate features. She’s fully exposed with just her calves twisted in the sheets. It’s common for an Omega in heat to be too warm so we didn’t cover her.
But it’s also for our benefit as we can see her toned thighs, shapely hips designed to take an Alpha’s knot, flat stomach, and pert tits.
She’s stunning.
A feisty wolf wrapped up in a tiny Omega package.
I draw my palm up her thigh, loving the way goose bumps trail in the wake of my touch. She’s still lost to sleep but her body knows her intended mate.
Her nipples bead as though she can sense our eyes on her.
And the sweet aroma of fresh slick graces the air, making all three of us rumble in hungry approval.
“If she’s been sent here to fuck with us, it’s without her knowledge,” Tieran says, the authority in his tone suggesting he’s not willing to debate his decision.
As I agree with him, I don’t bother trying.
And Volt merely smiles. “Set up or not, she’s ours now. And I look forward to killing her former punkass betrothed.”
I smirk. “Blades or bullets?”
“Blades,” he replies without missing a beat. “He’ll suffer.” The promise isn’t just in his words, but his eyes, too. Volt likes to kill. He lives to spill the blood of others. It’s why he’s so good at what he does.
I nod. “Good.” I’ll be claiming a front row seat for that event. Watching Volt kill never gets old.
“You can’t take him out yet,” Tieran reminds him, a note of authority in his voice.
Volt just looks at him.
“I mean it, Volt,” Tieran says. “I know you want to deliver his head to her as a gift, but think about how much more powerful that gift will be if you can avenge her mother, too.”
Volt considers him for a moment. “A box full of rapist dicks topped with an Alpha’s severed head.”
He means that literally.
Something that makes me want to gag, but I can’t help agreeing with the sentiment. “She’ll love it,” I tell him. Or it may terrify her. But she’ll have to accept Volt’s penchant for death and torture eventually.
He’ll never hurt her.
He’ll just kill for her.
Which is exactly what he does for me and Tieran.
It’s also how he contributes financially to our growing empire.
He takes the term enforcer to a whole new level of meaning.
“Let’s try not to scare her too soon,” Tieran cautions.
Volt snorts. “She’s a fighter, T. She even challenged you.”
Tieran’s lips quirk up. “Yeah. She did.” And the heat in his gaze says how much he enjoyed that little show of disobedience.
“She needs to know who we are,” Volt continues, pushing off the door to saunter toward the bed. “And I mean more than just about how we fuck.”
“Well, I think she’ll be learning those traits first,” I drawl, grinning down at our sleeping beauty. She should have already been introduced to my knot, but Volt won our bet earlier, giving him access to her sweet heat before me.
Soon, gorgeous, I think at her, my hand trailing up close to her delicious mound. I don’t actually touch her, just enjoy the warmth coming from her center before sliding my touch back to the center of her thigh. Soon.
Tieran’s studying her, his fingers having shifted from her hair to her face. He leans down to trace his nose along her cheek, his wolf rumbling in his chest. “Her scent isn’t as strong now,” he says, his brow furrowing. “It should be drugging us, but my beast feels calm.”
“Maybe from knotting her already?” I guess. None of us have ever been with an Omega before. We’ve heard stories, witnessed the call back home, and smelled the effects of Omegas in heat. But Tieran’s right—we should be almost out of our minds with lust right now. “Do you think something’s wrong?”
“I think our Omega has mixed genetics and may not do what we expect,” he replies, sitting up again, his gaze still on her. “We’ll continue preparing, but I want to take advantage of this prolonged moment of lucidity to talk to my father.”
Volt settles on the bed, stretching out beside our Omega. “Don’t worry, T. We’ll keep her company in the interim.”
Tieran presses a kiss to her temple before slipping off the bed.
I take his place beside her, sandwiching the female between me and Volt. “Yeah, we’ve got this covered, T,” I echo.
He grins again. “Try not to break her, yeah?”
“Don’t take too long,” I counter, not making any promises.
Because they’re not needed.
This little beauty is a treasure and when she wakes up, she’ll see just how much we intend to worship her.
15
CLOVE
I wake to a pang in my lower belly, my thighs trembling with an aftershock of pain that elicits a low whimper from my chest.