I respond by palming Clove’s breast, my thumb tracing my claiming mark. She mewls in response, her wolf needing her mates.
Now.
Tieran’s head is still against her opposite shoulder, his body tense as he fights for control of his own cock. Knots don’t obey reason; they obey passion.
And our little sex kitten is all about passion at the moment.
But he’s clan leader for a reason.
Not just that, he’s a fucking Pack Alpha.
Something he proves by mastering his own body now and pulling out of her slick channel. Slick and seed gush from her, drawing his focus to her pussy.
He falls to his knees, licking her from hole to clit, his wolf demanding his due. I press my forehead to hers, watching him devour her.
He’s struggling, and it’s a struggle I don’t envy as the man in him tries to strive for dominance against his savage inner beast.
Volt’s barely holding on beside us, his palm wrapped around his shaft as he pumps himself beneath the water. “We need to go now or we’re not going at all,” he says through clenched teeth.
Tieran grunts.
Then he forces himself up to his feet and takes Clove’s mouth in a promising kiss. “Be. Good.” He nips her lower lip. “We’ll be back.”
She growls as they step out of the shower, her wolf disapproving.
But the moment I take her mouth again, she sighs, her arms encircling my neck as she tries to climb me like a tree. I grab her hips, pinning her to the wall and taking charge.
She rumbles in protest.
Only to moan in the next moment as the head of my cock meets her clit.
“Yeah, we’re doing this my way, gorgeous,” I murmur, lifting her. She wraps her legs around me, her lower half moving to take me inside her slick heat.
But I palm her ass and ground her against my shaft instead.
Then I slowly walk backward out of the shower.
She mutters an incoherent complaint.
I ignore her, turning off the water as I move before grabbing a towel.
She’s so small and light that I hold her to me with ease.
Of course, it helps that she’s wrapped around my neck and panting passionately in my ear. She starts rubbing herself against my hardness, trying to entice me into slipping inside her.
But my palm on her ass holds her steady, keeping her from being able to slide in the direction she needs to accomplish her true goal.
I take her and the towel to the bed, tossing the fluffy cotton down onto the sheets before lowering her to the center. She doesn’t even notice, too lost to the sensation of my skin on hers to care as I kneel over her.
Definitely in heat, I think, loving the way she’s out of her mind with lust.
It was likely caused by our claiming. Her wolf just needed that final little nudge to embrace her Omega tendencies.
She wraps her legs around my hips again, grabs my shoulder, and yanks me down to bite my neck. Hard. Right over her mark.
I flinch. “Clove.”
She clearly does not want to do this my way, the little beauty trying to top from the bottom.
I have half a mind to let her because fuck, she smells good. She feels good. She’s literal perfection in the bed.
And her pussy against my shaft is killing me.
I grab her throat, tugging her away from my neck and push her back down on the bed. Then I bend to take her nipple in my mouth.
Her thighs tighten around my hips, her slick pouring over my dick in enchanting welcome.
Oh, fuck it, I think, slamming home inside her.
I can’t take it anymore.
I can’t keep waiting.
I need this. I need her.
I sink my teeth into her tit, drawing a scream from her that quickly melts into a moan as I lave the wound with my tongue.
Her nails find my shoulder, then rake dangerously down my back, her wolf punishing mine for the rough bite.
Or perhaps provoking me to do it again.
It doesn’t matter, I’m too lost to her passion to focus anymore. I take her mouth, fucking her with my tongue as I pound into her tight heat like my life depends on it.
She moves with me, her body pure sex.
I roll to my back, taking her with me, then hold on for the ride as she sits up and takes me even deeper. Her breasts sway as she moves, her palms on my abdomen, her nails digging into my skin to create little crescent grooves.
I fucking love it.
I fucking love her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, thrusting up into her. She almost falls forward from the power of my hips, but her torso flexes, keeping her upright. “So good, gorgeous. You feel so fucking good.”
She groans, frustration evident in her movements when I don’t immediately knot her.