“I’m covered in the blood of everyone I just murdered. I don’t deserve to touch you.”
“You’re perfect, Alpha. I need you, and I want you. It hurts, and you’re hurting. Let me make it feel good. Let me reward you,” I whisper and lick up the side of his jaw.
He snarls as I press a soft kiss to his lips, and when he doesn’t move. I lean up further and nuzzle the spot at the join of his neck and shoulder where his scent is pouring out of. Steadily, I coat myself in it.
If he won’t claim me. Then I’ll claim him.
“Kaida,” he growls, and his pupils have expanded until his eyes are almost black.
He abruptly moves his body, and I gasp at the feel of that massive length grinding against me, but before I can think, he leans down and crushes my lips with his.
The cold steel and leather scent intensifies and presses on me, leaving me feeling warm and safe. His mouth tortures mine, morphing the kiss into a languid and unhurried assault that has me falling dizzy into the heat that is still simmering in my blood.
“I didn’t want to do it like this. I wanted to wait until I could earn your trust.”
I scoff at him and lock my legs around his hips. I’m not going to let him escape me again. “You killed for me. So many people dead just to keep me safe. Mordecai, at my most vulnerable, you have saved me twice, killing the people who want to hurt me. I trust you.”
He closes his eyes. “I don’t deserve it.”
I snarl and bite his bottom lip, drawing blood.
“I guess it’s a good thing I get to decide who I give it to, then, isn’t it?” I snap and try to free my hands.
The doorknob rattles, and before I can think, he’s up and flying towards it. Jarek just manages to duck his punch and slip into the room. Cadel comes in and pushes the door shut while Mordecai growls at them.
“I could have killed you.”
“I think you killed all the survivors.”
Mordecai shrugs. “They shouldn’t have tried to get our omega.”
Our omega? I whine and rub my thighs together.
Jarek looks at me and takes a step, but Mordecai blocks him and growls. The sound is so savage and wild that Cadel grabs Jarek and yanks him back.
“What is it?” Jarek asks, confused.
“He’s still riding the rut, and he’s not,” Cadel waves a hand at me, “sane.”
“Well, if you’d waited, it wouldn’t be a problem,” Mordecai hisses with a rage that makes my blood boil in the most delicious of ways.
“Alpha,” I call and writhe on the floor. “Come and punish me some more.”
“So, do it now,” Cadel says, staring at me in hunger.
Mordecai stops growling and shifts uneasily. “In front of people?”
“We’re not people,” Jarek says happily. “We’re your pack, and I, for one, am dying to see this show.”
To my absolute disbelief, he sits down, gets comfortable with his back to the door and perches his chin on his hand and watches.
My pussy spasms, and more slick pools out. Yes, I like this. I like this a lot.
Cadel sits down and closes his eyes. “You can either pretend we’re not here or use the fact we’re watching to get you hotter, but we’re not going anywhere. I’m exhausted, and Jarek almost got killed.”
I glance at Jarek in alarm. Anger flickers and burns the air.
“He exaggerates,” Jarek purrs. “Focus, darling, I want to see how you please an alpha.”
