I watch him through half-closed eyes as I pant for breath.
“Now this one’s for Zack.” He digs an arm under my back and hauls me upright. A cry escapes me as he drags me toward thefoot of the mattress before flipping me over onto my belly. I land on top of the round sleeping bag, and he rolls me forward until it sits under my hips, my bare ass presented upward.
“Alpha,” I whine, the desire in my belly thickening with dangerous intensity. I feel like I could lose my mind right here, surrounded by his sweet scent, with traces of Callisto still on the mattress.
“Hold on, my love,” he says, tracing the curves of my ass.
“To what?” I gasp out.
He grasps my hips, and his silky cock slides along my seam with promise. I tremble with energy and expectation, still hot and blown from my first orgasm.
His tip pressures my pussy, and I moan. Instinctively I get my knees under me, tightening my lines and tilting my waist.
“That’s my darling omega,” he purrs, and the praise strips every thought away.
“Fuck me,” I plead, pressing back into him.
Rickon slides his cock in deep, and I shiver.
“Say my name, Red,” he says, voice rasping.
“Rickon,” I answer immediately.
“And who am I to you?”
Another easy question. “My alpha. My first alpha.”
He thrusts, and the movement sends me sprawling across the smooth canvas flooring. I gasp as I crash into the tent’s door flap—which Josef didn’t zip all the way down in his hasty exit. Rickon thrusts again, filling me deep.
I rock forward, and my hand hits grass outside the tent, but my shoulder catches on the doorway itself, stopping me from flopping right through. But I can still see the patrol car, the shocked officers helplessly watching, and one laughing agent who’s already turned his back. Red and blue lights swirl over the ground, coloring my skin like a nightclub.
I try to push back, but Rickon’s behind me, thrusting as deep as he can get, hands gripping my hips and alpha scent rising.
And I thought I was the devious one.
“We’ll, er, be finished packing soon,” I call out, strangled by my own panted breath and laughter.
Rickon slams his thighs up against my ass, driving deep. Fuck, he’s so big; the stretch feels amazing. The cool night air catches on my sweat and steals my moans away as he thrusts his cock into me over and over. My alpha wants everyone to know whose omega I am, and I’m thrilled to oblige.
“Alpha!” I moan loudly.
The officers hurry back to their car and slam the doors shut.
I giggle as I close my eyes and hang on to the tent edge and a grass tussock. A few experimental rocks back have Rickon growling with need, and we match rhythm, both of us desperate to merge our bodies and wring out every drop of ecstasy.
I gasp as love and desire flood down the bond. Zack’s joining in, his attention fixed on us.
“Feel your alphas?” Rickon asks breathlessly.
“Yeah.” I don’t have breath for any more words, hanging on for dear life as Rickon pounds into me with all the desire an alpha could have. He’s mine, and he’s bound himself to me.
A sob catches in my throat, and I call his name over and over, all awareness fading until it’s just us two with traces of Zack urging us on to our shining finish.
With an explosion of heat and tingles, I come apart and flop, trembling, on the ground. My alpha groans and stiffens, his thrusts slowing as he doubles over my spine and quivers with his release. Rickon drags me backward into his arms, holding me tight as the aftershocks consume us.
He kisses the side of my neck, and then his teeth graze along my back. Not in warning, but in promise. One day, the bond between us won’t be via proxy.
Chapter thirty-seven
