“Lycan’s needs are being taken care of by Van and Trav.”
Seath growled. “There are too many Alphas in this house while he’s . . .”
“There are just as many Alphas in this house when any omega goes into heat. All the Alphas in this house are on guard to protect that Little Wolf,” Caine said. “The only one who looks ready to fuck or fight, is you.”
Seath snarled in response, throwing up his hands in frustration.
“Why didn’t youtell me?” Luke demanded. Luke swore he heard Caine chuckle behind him.
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me that he’s your fated mate, Seath.”
“He can’t be.”
“Every Alpha on this side of the house is wanting to care for that Little Wolf, and you are in here pacing with just the slightest hint of his scent—” Caine began, ready to lay out facts, but Luke cut him off.
“Best not to mention that part right now,” Luke said, seeing Seath struggle with the need to go and comfort his omega in the way only an Alpha could.
“Let’s run,” Luke said. “We can talk after you get out of here for a minute.”
So, they ran, long and fast and hard. Seath didn’t shift until he was clear of the Pack House for miles, making sure his wolf stayed in check.
The three of them had Briar join them in the forest, and they stayed in the far Pack lands, well away from the Pack House.
It was a satisfying exhaustion that settled over Seath when he returned to the Pack House very late that night. Serepta had done some work in the corridor to keep the scent of Lycan’s heat contained to his room. While it was done under the principle of safety and comfort, Seath knew Luke had done it for him.
Still wasn’t enough, though.
Seath could still catch the slightest tendril of scent even now, late into the night.
His mind burned with the thought of how he’d held and touched Lycan in the sunroom. Was it coincidental that his touch had ignited Lycan’s heat? Seath’s chest expanded with pride, his wolf delighted at the response of his omega to his Alpha. It was raw and primal.
Claim. Mine.Seath’s cock throbbed as he stroked it, his bed already soaked with the remains of previous orgasms. It wasn’t enough, his hand a poor substitute for his omega, and his cock as hard as it had been at the beginning of the night.
It was wrong to think of another omega while betrothed. To think of the omega this way, intimately. He knew that. Before, Seath had been able to find a willing woman, or think of nameless faceless omegas when he needed release.
He was unable to do that now.
The thought of Lycan’s lips so plump and eager for a kiss, the thought of his thighs pressed against him during the Holding, the thought of Lycan furrowing his head, trying to remember even when it hurt him. It all made Seath growl, and he was glad for both the soundproofing and the scent proofing of his chamber.
His hand flew down his rigid cock in fast strokes, pausing when the scent of Lycan, not his heat scent, but the citrus and herbal one, flooded his mind. The memory made his knot begin to swell, something he wasn’t aware was even possible to make happen with his own hand.
He wanted Lycan more than he wanted anyone or anything he had ever known. Was that proof Lycan was his fated mate? Had the astrologer read it wrong?
For a while he had watched the omega, let his eyes follow his lean form. Told himself there was no harm in looking. Kept his mind from this exact thing. But, with the scent of him fresh in his nose, he couldn’t stop the wanting this time.
And it was so very wrong.
Chapter eleven
That’s Why It’s Called A Heat
“Van?”Lycanasked,hisvoice panting in his large room. It sounded wet and heavy. Strained.
“I’m here, doll,” Van said, coming forward with a cold compress. “You are burning up again.”
“Wh-why it’s called heat I guess,” Lycan said hiding under the sheet to cover his distress. He had made a whimper as he moved. His body was taught as a guitar string, his cock rock hard against his abdomen. Everything sensitive.
