Because he knows how Carnage Wolves operate.
Which makes Clove’s existence all the more suspicious. Her mother was a mixed breed, something he very likely knew.
But Clove clearly didn’t.
I know what she smells like when she lies now. Everything she’s told us until her little statement today has been the truth.
Including the words she just said about needing our knots.
I circle her clit with my tongue, praising her for giving us the truth, then lick downward to lap up her decadent slick.
Definitely Omega, I think, purring in approval.
Only Omegas can produce this moisture and the scent is fucking divine. I have no doubt that it’s driving Alpha Mackin mad right now. But he won’t dare come down here. He also has a deck full of fresh sea air to breathe.
Beta Lock won’t be a problem. While they react to an Omega’s need, they don’t possess the same need to take and claim.
Volt removes his jeans and shoes, then kneels on the bed to lift Clove’s shirt. She’s panting, ready for more, but we’re going to take our time, savor her, and make every minute count.
She needs to understand that she will be it for us.
We will crave no one else.
“Omegas are so incredibly sexual,” I say against her damp flesh. “It’ll be a full time job for us to ensure your needs are always met, Clove. We’ll be too exhausted to take anyone else.”
“Nor will we want to,” Volt adds as he reveals her breasts. “You’re all we’ll ever want for the rest of our lives.” He bends to take her stiff nipple in her mouth, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
At least until he bites her, which elicits a low hiss from her mouth.
“Don’t ever insult us with the mention of taking other women again, Clove,” I say, watching as Volt’s tongue soothes the indent in her breast. He didn’t break the skin, but he certainly left an impression. “We don’t want a harem. And I will not take another Omega. Only you.”
I nibble her sweet little nub, watching as passion blends with pain in her features. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing her come undone, making her realize what it means to have us in her life.
“You’re ours,” I whisper.
“And we are yours,” Volt says on a low growl.
She squirms in response, that sound a mating call from an Alpha to his chosen mate. Her reaction earlier told me that Caius hasn’t explained that to her yet. Only the purr and other parts of our lives.
After tonight, she’ll understand that an Alpha can bring his Omega to her knees with a subtle rumble.
Just like he can soothe her with a purr.
Or make her scream with his knot.
Omegas drive Alphas mad, but we know how to return the favor in kind.
I trace my tongue down to her entrance, prodding her and loving the way her muscles clench around me. “She’s very ready for a knot,” I say, humming in approval. “The question is…”
I palm her thighs, pushing her wider, then draw my tongue lower toward her back hole.
“Mmm, the question is, can she take us at the same time?” I use my finger to demonstrate, sliding one in her ass before returning my mouth to her pussy.
She’s so fucking wet.
So beautifully aroused.
And so damn perfect.
Because she moans as I breach her backside, our little vixen eager to take us in any way she can.
That’s the Omega in her, the being driven to take whatever her Alphas want to give her, and begging us to dominate her in every conceivable way.
Because that’s what makes her feel safe.
That’s what proves to an Omega that her Alphas will protect her.
She may not realize the animalistic drive behind this need, but Volt and I do. We were born to take care of an Omega just like this, to see to her every desire and protect her from the world.
We’ll do just that.
And we’ll avenge her, too.
If Alpha Bryson is somehow behind her existence and appearance on Carnage Island, he’ll regret the day he played that card.
Because I’m going to fucking destroy him for what he’s done to me and to Clove.
I add a second finger to her ass, my movement a little sharper than intended as my anger gets the better of me, but all Clove does is moan.
Her hand is fisted in Volt’s thick hair, holding him against her tit and begging him to bite her again. He obliges, taking a rosy little tip between his teeth and biting down until she screams.
She rakes her nails down his back in response, drawing an approving rumble from his chest.
He enjoys giving pain almost as much as he enjoys receiving it.