Zack
Life contains two types of challenges. The first, fights in the arena, I’m used to, having fought for as long as I can remember. But the second, my ohm-ee-ga’s heats, are completely new.
The last time she felt like this, I only sensed a small portion of the burning need within her. But now Red’s spirit rages with an extreme wildness. It’s so similar to a challenge that I find myself growling and wrestling with her in response to the dominating power emanating from her body and the bond in my chest.
“Ohm-ee-ga strong,” I mutter, gripping her hips tight as I bury my cock in her.
“She sure is,” Cal-ee replies as he strokes her arm from where he curls into her side, gazing at her in wonder.
I study him through hooded eyes as I work. When he bit Red, a faint impression of the alpha dived into the bond. Not as strong at Ri-ckon’s aura, but clear. Cal-ee’s presence is more ordered, like a square instead of a cloud, emotions muted compared tomine. The difference reminds me of the time long ago when I learned alphas could use tools with their hands.
Perhaps there are as many different ways of being an alpha as there are men in the world.
I’m glad to feel Cal-ee under my skin, because he’s always been harder to understand than others. But not anymore. His love for our ohm-ee-ga, and for White Mine, burns like the sun. And when he looks at me, I feel an equally powerful affection roar through the bond.
And best of all, I’ve never felt such happiness in Red before.
All the thoughts behind my eyes make me slow down.
My ohm-ee-ga whines and grips my wrists. “More, alpha!” She thrusts her hips up, flaring with desperation, like she might die if I can’t satisfy her. She hasn’t slept since she started, only settling for a few circles of a clock before whimpering and writhing again.
I grunt and pound into her harder, sending the ohm-ee-ga whining. Our bond quivers, and she pants, shifting her arched hands into the mattress cover. My arms quiver, feeling the strain. Arean challenges don’t last the whole day, but Red’s heat does.
Cal-ee slides up her body until he can set his mouth on her new scar. She yells, and her body squeezes around my cock like a powerful fist. My breath catches, and a burning sensation runs up through my spine. I groan as my cock shoots into her belly.
The place in my chest carrying my pack bursts with rich satisfaction.
Red pants and thrashes her head from side to side. “Fuck! Help me, alpha! Give me your knot.” Mine slashes her nails at me and whines in a way that has me trembling all over. Fear flutters within her, the same as when she was stolen away in the car.
I grab her hands as she draws blood and flip her onto her side. She’s mine; I won’t let her feel fear while she’s with me.
I thrust a few more times, but the lump at the base of my cock doesn’t get big. I glare down at my groin.
“Something wrong?” Cal-ee whispers.
“No knot,” I declare sullenly. I press my body into Red’s, feeling the usual hunger for her, but my body isn’t responding properly.
“Don’t stress. It’s because you’re tired.” He grins. “That happens when you fuck all day and night.”
Footsteps slap on the stone floor, and I glance over my shoulder. Ri-ckon covers a yawn as he walks through the plants from the back of the room. “Let me take over,” he says, climbing the steps and dropping his bathrobe to the floor.
He digs into the box and pulls out a long object. “We can use this too, if we get too tired.”
I growl as he offers the object. It’s long and has a bulb at one end—clearly a big alpha cock. It cost me so much effort to destroy Ray’s one, but here White Mine carries one around in his box like it’s nothing. Too much magic.
I snatch it from his hands and toss it into the bushes. “No! Which alpha you cut this from?” My voice thickens with anger. “Not put near Red!”
“No, Zack it’s—” Rickon looks from me to the bushes and bursts out laughing. “Fuck, I didn’t think of it like that.” He wipes tears from his eyes, but he’s far from sad.
More amusement floods down the bond from Cal-ee. I glare at him, but he has his face hidden in Red’s shoulder.
Ri-ckon shakes his head. “Sometimes I forget just how far we still have to go.” He pops a fist on his hip and smiles down at me. “It’s a toy, my darling. It’s not a real cock. We can use it for fun, or if we get too tired.”
Cal-ee rises on one arm, and a burst of possessiveness runs through the bond. “How long have you had that?”
Ri-ckon sticks his tongue out. “Stop that. I bought it during Red’s first heat since we had to reach under the door. But it arrived too late, so I put it under the bed and forgot about it until recently.”
I tilt my head, studying them. “What’s toy?” I ask, feeling left out.
