She’s a little sex beast, mewling and bucking and riding us more than we’re riding her.
It’s a sight to behold, one that has my groin tightening with the need to empty myself inside her. To sink my teeth into her flesh and bite. To knot her to completion and make her ours.
I just barely hold onto the lust captivating my mind, that subtle hint of duty lurking inside my thoughts and keeping me just this side of sane.
It fucking hurts.
I want to bellow, to growl, to fucking snarl at fate.
Instead I take it out on her ass, let her feel my pent up need, ravage her to completion and claim her in the only way I can.
Volt curses, his own climax taking him by the balls and forcing him to unleash inside her.
I feel his knot enter her, hear the effect it has on Clove as she shrieks in rapturous delight. She’s shaking, her body taking his pleasure and making it her own.
It tips me over the edge, forcing me to join them as I come in her ass. I just barely grab my base in time, holding my knot steady, not wanting to destroy her too completely.
Because if I shoot my knot up her ass, it will hurt.
She’ll bleed.
And that’s not the kind of blood I want to draw.
Instead, I milk myself, her presence enough to allow me to fully unload in her in a way impossible for anyone else.
Only an Omega can draw this sort of pleasure from an Alpha.
It’s fucking ecstasy.
But it hurts, too.
Because my knot wants to be inside her, to experience her sweet heat to completion.
If I were in her cunt, I’d allow it. I fucking own her.
This is why I took her from behind, I knew it would be just enough to ground me, to make me harness my control, even if by a thread, to keep from truly hurting her.
Which allows me to refrain from biting her, too.
Volt is utterly lost to her, his mouth ravaging hers as he continues to unload inside her. She’s oblivious, lost to the carnality of the moment.
I maintain control here, guarding them both as they lose themselves to the sensations.
She’s full of our cum.
Full of our claim.
Marked by our intentions.
Possessed from the inside out.
It’s glorious perfection.
I kiss her throat, whispering in her ear about how proud I am of her for taking us. How good she feels coated in our arousal. How I want to live inside her ass. And I promise to take her again and again.
She quivers in response, her body clenching around us in a manner that says she approves.
I grin and lick her neck. “You were absolutely made for us, Clove,” I tell her softly. “And we were made for you.”
I feel her relax between us, her body well sated.
She’s going to fall asleep now.
That’s fine.
I’ll let her rest.
When she wakes, we’ll fuck her again.
Prove to her that she’s all we’ll ever need.
Show her what it means to be a Carnage Wolf.
And demonstrate just how we intend to care for her—our Omega.
Our sweet, darling little Clove.
26
VOLT
“You look well knotted, sweetling,” I murmur as I lift Clove out of the massive tub in the en-suite bathroom of Tieran’s room. Caius and I have similar amenities in our rooms at this beachfront estate, but Tieran led me and Clove to his quarters upon arrival.
Where we promptly fucked Clove on his bed.
She slept.
We fucked again.
And then I carried her to the bath.
She dozed a little in my arms with her head pressed against my chest, reveling in my purr.
I washed her hair while Tieran climbed in to take care of her lower half. She’s definitely sore there as she flinched a few times while grumbling something about her wolf’s unhealthy obsession with knots.
Her protest made my lips twitch. Then I purred louder for her and she immediately calmed again.
She snuggles into my neck now, yawning as Tieran haphazardly wraps a towel around her. She’s still in my arms, curled into my chest, and now she’s cloaked with awkwardly placed cotton.
It can’t be a more perfect moment.
Well, that’s not true.
Tieran could have claimed her.
And Caius could be here, too.
So it’s a near perfect moment.
I study her sleepy features, smiling as she yawns again.
“Yes, definitely well knotted,” I repeat.
I carry her to the bed, not caring at all that I’m still wet, and sit with her in my arms. Tieran follows with a comb, handing it to me to brush out her hair. “I’m going to put together a midnight snack and check on our morning arrangements.”
I almost point out that it’s after three in the morning, making it more like an early breakfast, but I let it go with a nod. Clove needs some sustenance after everything we just put her through and I’m hungry as well.
Tieran doesn’t bother with pants, just wanders out of the room in his towel. There are a few human staff members that reside at the estate to keep everything up and running, but they should all be asleep.
Besides, they’re used to a little nudity where we’re concerned.
They don’t know about our true heritage, they just think we’re eccentric and embrace it. We pay them well and keep them happy. That’s all they really care about.
I comb through Clove’s hair while she snuggles into me, my purr keeping her sated in an entirely different way from my knot.
She’s so precious and small, so perfect and ours. I want to hold her like this for the rest of our very long existence.
I kiss the top of her head. “You did well tonight,” I tell her. “Very, very well.”
Her eyelashes flutter as she peers up at me. “Thank you,” she whispers.
I frown. “For the compliment?” Because I should be the one expressing my gratitude to her, not the other way around.
She shakes her head. “For knotting me.”
My eyes widen. “You’re thanking me for fucking you?”