“But I want to see her play with your knot. Maybe even test her gag reflex, too.” He waggles his brows.
I almost roll my eyes. His kink pushes a myriad of boundaries, something Clove is going to have to learn to accommodate.
Because there will be no other women now.
Just her.
The mere notion of bedding anyone other than our intended is abhorrent. There is just no one else in this world who will compare now. Not even another Omega.
It’s amazing how I went from considering Clove’s potential to knowing she belonged to us. It happened the moment she shifted back into human form.
One inhale and I was done.
Her scent claimed me instantly.
My wolf recognized her. My soul demanded I take her. And my heart started beating a new rhythm that exists only for her.
“Go on, sweetling,” Volt urges. “His sweats aren’t even tied. Just reach in and have a feel.”
17
CAIUS
“V…” I’m not even sure what I want to say. He won’t listen, anyway. So instead I focus on Clove and start purring again as I give into the urge to touch her. I cup her cheek. “You’re doing just fine. Ignore him.”
“Yes, ignore me,” he agrees. “And focus on that throbbing shaft in his pants instead. I can smell his need, sweets. Just like I can scent your interest. Give in and play. We don’t mind.”
Clove swallows as I sigh. He won’t stop. It’s something I’ve learned to just endure. “We’ve known each other all our lives,” I confide in Clove as I release her cheek. “Volt never lies. He never exaggerates. And he always follows through on his word.”
“Threats,” Volt corrects. “I always follow through on my threats.”
“Those, too,” I concede.
He smiles. “Caius is the wordy one of the clan. And apparently he’s a closet romantic, too.”
“Fuck you,” I retort.
“No, I’m trying to convince her to fuck you,” he says. “With her mouth.”
I just shake my head and tuck my hands behind my head again. Clove watches me with a heated expression, her wolf staring at me again through her eyes. I allow her to see mine in return, which causes her lips to part in surprise.
“He’s hungry,” I say, unapologetic. “He wants to taste his intended mate.”
“Yes and Caius is torturing the poor beast by forcing him to wait,” Volt adds. “But that’s his schtick. It’s what makes him hard.”
“My version of a blade.” One I’ll use on myself as well as Clove. Because I love a good game of orgasm denial. “Control and self-restraint are my weapons in bed.”
Clove’s eyes widen.
“Thinking you prefer the food now?” I tease, purring with the words. “We can save this game for dessert, if you prefer. Or even breakfast tomorrow.” I really won’t mind. She’s been through a lot. I can wait for her to be ready.
Her expression hardens a bit as she studies me, some sort of resolve snapping into place.
There’s my survivor, I think, intrigued by the shift from meek and innocent to fierce and determined.
This must be related to the trials she told me about, how she proved herself to be strong enough for an Alpha in her pack.
The mating requirements there are different.
Nantahala Alphas mate other Alphas because that’s how they produce the strongest offspring. Yet the males want to control the females, hence their warped pack dynamics.
Meanwhile, Carnage Alphas need an Omega to even be able to procreate, which drives the whole structure of our hierarchy.
However, that doesn’t mean our Omegas are weak.
They’re delicate in size but mighty in spirit.
And Clove is proving to be no different.
She holds my gaze with a boldness now that has my abdomen clenching with excitement.
I purr for her, demonstrating my approval.
And then I groan as she places her palm directly on my groin.
No hesitation.
No holding back.
Just a knowing squeeze that has my muscles straining with the need to take her. To rip off my pants and fuck her.
I swallow instead, my hands still trapped behind my head.
She leans down to kiss my chest, my skin vibrating beneath her mouth as I strive to continue releasing those vibrations for her.
But it’s hard.
So. Damn. Hard.
Especially with her squeezing my shaft like that through my sweats.
She travels down to the base, her body stilling above mine as she finds my throbbing knot.
I hold my breath, unsure of what she’ll do.