“Which is precisely why I won’t take another Omega when our clan already has one,” Tieran bites back.
My brow furrows. “If this is about me, then you have to know I would be okay with you fulfilling your duty elsewhere. I mean, most Nantahala males have a harem. My own father, well, not my real father…” I trail off and shake my head. “My point is, it’s a concept I’m not entirely opposed to.”
Both males gape at me.
“You would be okay sharing us with another female?” Tieran asks.
“I would accept that it’s a required part of your nature,” I reply, even as my wolf growls in opposition in my head. She doesn’t understand male needs the way I do. I grew up around men who needed a harem to satisfy their animal lust. “I told Caius this the other day, too.”
“That you would accept us fucking other Omegas when you’re our female?” Tieran presses, his jaw ticking with the words. Some of his anger from earlier is beginning to return to both his expression and his tone.
I clear my throat. “It’s pretty common in the Nantahala Pack… the male urges are stronger, they require more… satisfaction.” It comes out a little less confident than before because both males are glaring at me now, their expressions suggesting they want to punish me again.
Which of course has my wolf doing flips of excitement inside me.
“How many orgasms have I given you today?’ Volt demands, his change in subject making me blink.
“Uh…” I’m not able to respond, his fierce glower stealing the breath from my lungs.
“Two,” he says. “And yesterday, I gave you three while Caius gave you two. So five total. And the day before that was six between the two of us.” He sets the plates on the nightstand while he speaks, then pins me with a look. “How unsatisfied are you right now, Clove? How many orgasms could I give you before you would finally feel sated?”
I’m entirely bewildered by this abrupt subject change. I don’t understand it. And I don’t know how to answer him.
Which makes him growl.
Only it’s not an angry growl, it’s a different kind of vibration, one I feel stroking me right between the legs. “Show me your pussy,” he demands.
I gape at him. “What?”
“You heard him,” Tieran says, and his tone is just as lethal as Volt’s. “Spread your fucking legs so we can see you.”
Volt growls again, causing my stomach to twist with an intensity I feel all the way down to my toes. “Now, Clove.”
These males are going to kill me with their whiplash. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”
“I’m about to make a fucking point,” Volt says, his palm curling around my foot. I have my legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. But in the next moment, I’m being spread open by Volt tugging one ankle toward him and Tieran grabbing the other.
I yelp, the cool air an unwelcome caress against my slick inner thighs.
But I’m too enthralled by this change in behavior and conversation to issue a complaint.
Especially not with the hungry way Volt studies my throbbing core. He growls again, stirring a moan from inside me as my interior muscles clench.
He’s making me so wet.
So hot.
So damn aroused.
“Volt,” I whisper as he unleashes another vibration, the sensations blistering inside to elicit a fresh coating of dampness between my thighs. I don’t understand what he’s doing or how he’s doing it, but I suddenly need him to fuck me. To fill me. To knot me.
“Two orgasms today and look how slick she is,” Volt says conversationally to Tieran. “I don’t know about you, but that’s all I need in my life.”
“I’m pretty satisfied by it,” Tieran replies, his tone a little less conversational, and slightly more guttural. “You said it was six orgasms the other day and five yesterday, right?”
Volt unleashes yet another growl that makes me whimper. “Yep.”
“And she’s still this needy, hmm?” Tieran hums. “Seems to me she needs three of us to sate her needs. How could we possibly entertain another?”
“Why would we want to?” Volt asks.
“Why, indeed,” Tieran says, bending to kiss my calf as he stretches my leg out wider, further exposing me to them both. “Real wolves know how to properly satisfy themselves and their female, Clove. Real wolves don’t take a fucking harem when they have a mate. Real wolves are faithful. That is why I can’t just take another Omega on the side. Because I’m a real fucking wolf.” He says all this as he starts prowling up my leg, his final statement a whisper against my inner thigh.
I shiver, finally understanding the shift in topic.
Caius told me he would forgive my insult regarding their need for a harem.
It seems he really wasn’t kidding.
Because Tieran and Volt appear to be very insulted by the insinuation that they’ll need more than me in their bed.
Except that’s not how I grew up. This concept of mates being faithful isn’t something I understand. Hell, even Canton said he considered adding me to his harem, and that was after rejecting me as his mate.
The comment didn’t even phase me.
Because that’s the Nantahala way, and the same applies to the Santeetlah Wolves, too.
But not to the Carnage Wolves, something Tieran, Volt, and Caius have all made very clear.
“When I make this pussy mine, it’s the only one I’m ever going to desire,” Tieran says, his blue eyes meeting mine as his tongue traces the damp seam between my legs.
I moan, the sensation igniting a fire in my gut.
Only it’s not enough.
Volt’s growls have worked my wolf into a frenzy, turning her into a keening mess inside me. “I need more,” I whisper, pleading with them. “Please, I… I need more.”
“Mmm, that truth tastes so fucking sweet, little one,” Tieran murmurs before closing his mouth around my clit.
I bow off the bed, only to be pushed back down by Volt’s palm. His dark irises overtake my vision as he leans over me, pinning me with ease to the bed. “Tell us exactly what you want and we’ll give it to you.”
“Yes, darling,” Tieran says, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. “Be honest and we’ll reward you.”
A tremble tickles my spine, making me squirm beneath them.