She blinks at me, her cheeks blossoming with color. It’s an adorably innocent expression considering what happened earlier today.
But that blush tells me her preference.
“Knot it is,” I murmur, smiling.
She doesn’t just need a distraction, she needs an unspoken vow.
Sometimes it’s not about words, but actions. She can question her lineage all she wants. Her wolf will prove her wrong.
I press my lips to hers, coaxing her to open up for me with a gentle stroke of my tongue.
She does.
Because she’s an Omega craving her Alpha’s touch.
Clove wants my strength and reassurance. The sweet little wolf has been fighting alone all week and I’m telling her with my mouth that she’s no longer on her own.
She has me. She has Tieran. She has Volt.
We won’t let her down.
We won’t give up on her.
We will protect her until the end.
You're ours now, I’m telling her with my mouth. And we will wait for as long as it takes for you to understand what that means.
A soft shudder rolls through her, making me purr. I love her reactions. They’re so potent and addictive. I want to taste her, to lick every inch of her body and feel her come against my tongue.
But I also want her to be confident.
I want her to recognize her place is here with us.
Time doesn’t matter.
Our wolves know their mates and her soul calls to mine; it calls to us all. I felt it during her initial heat, that demand to take her and make her ours. It wasn’t just from my animal’s desire to rut, it was a yearning that came from my wolf’s spirit.
This female sets all my blood on fire.
And I would be a fool to ignore that reaction.
Her palms meet my shoulders, not to push me away, but to explore.
I grin again, allowing her to pet me to her heart’s content while I continue to kiss her softly with just a little bit of tongue.
She’s sore. She’s still tired. She’s confused.
So I won’t push.
But I will let her use me to sate her curiosity, which she does as her small hands trail down my arms. She’s letting her wolf lead. I can feel the pretty animal pulsating beneath me, calling to my beast and urging him to play.
This is what Carnage Wolves are all about—we thrive on sensation and life. We follow our instincts. We don’t block the animalistic cravings inside ourselves, and we absolutely do not let our human sides rule our decisions.
It’s why Volt can kill without a questioning thought.
How Tieran leads without remorse.
And it’s what I truly love about being a Carnage Wolf.
I’m not shy. I take what I want when I want it. Because I can.
I slip my palm to her nape, asserting my dominance while continuing to kiss her gently. Her hands are near my sides now, running up my rib cage and back to my shoulders.
I don’t rush her.
I let her lead.
She can feel my arousal. It’s throbbing against her slick heat, beating a pulse of desire that she can absolutely sense through the thin layer of pants between us.
I pull back a little to study her alluring brown eyes. Her wolf peeks up at me, darkening the irises to a near black shade.
“You can touch my knot,” I tell her. “I won’t make you take it. I won’t even ask you to stroke it. I want you to be comfortable, Clove. I want you to understand who we are and why you’re one of us.”
I slowly roll off of her to my back and place my hands beneath my head, propping myself on the pillows while assuming an unthreatening position.
I’m essentially showing her my belly, just in human form.
An unheard of reaction from an Alpha, but I trust this Omega. And I want her to trust me.
This is all about intimacy and learning and understanding the bond between our souls.
It’s also about fucking.
About mating.
About claiming.
My dick is so fucking hard, I feel like I may explode at any second. It’s been a bit since my last lay. I don’t even remember the female; the mediocre experience was nothing compared to this.
And Clove has barely touched me.
Her eyes run over my torso with interest, her nostrils flaring as she licks her kiss swollen lips.
I wait.
Delayed gratification has always been one of my favorite games. It’s why I didn’t mind losing the bet to Volt. He knows it, too.
Clove rolls toward me and goes up on her elbow, her soft hair sliding over her slender shoulder to pool in waves of brown silk. My fingers itch to touch her, but I don’t move.
She releases a soft breath, then places her palm on my abdomen. It’s light and tentative, her eyes flicking between my gaze and my torso. Then she bends to lick my neck.