I snarl playfully, but he curls his fingers in my fur, pulling lightly as he bites the tip of my ear.
I whine, scrabbling at the grass. He gives my tail a tug, and then I’m free. I turn, but he’s gone.
The thrill of this chase is exciting me in other ways. I can still feel his teeth in my ear, his fingers in my fur. His scent is everywhere, in my lungs, dancing on the wind.
I run and keep running. I’m alone, but I know they are out there, running with me. The earthy scent of the forest floor can’t mask my pack’s scents.
Hazard howls, and I realize with amusement that they’re hunting me.
I put on a burst of speed because as much as I want to be caught, I’m not going to make this easy for them.
Angel is on my left, Hazard on my right. Riot has vanished, but I can feel Wrath behind me.
Khaos is…gone.
Just gone.
I reach a cliff and skid to a stop, looking up, searching for my way out, but there’s no possible way of scaling it.
There’s a small lake nearby and a soft sandy beach.
Angel pauses in the treeline, just watching me. I’d miss him except that it’s impossible to miss him. He is truly beautiful, like a painting. And he’s mine.
We stare at each other for long moments until I realise they’ve formed a ring around me. I let out a whine and back up.
Riot and Khaos walk out together, human, appearing from the shadows of the forest like the ghosts they are.
Riot peels off, stopping in the treeline, but Khaos walks straight towards me. He crouches in front of me, not touching, just staring at me.
“Shift, Casey.”
The alpha command hits me, not as a heavy blow but as a sweeping, seductive stroking. I can ignore it, but this is a test. This is my alpha asking his omega to submit. I lift my chin slightly and let out a long call to my mates, to the world, to the future and the past. I just let it all out.
He waits.
Always waiting for me.
When the song finishes, I embrace my human form and fall into his arms. He pulls me into his lap and sits down heavily, while I wrap around him, bawling my eyes out.
“It’s okay now, Omega. Casey, we got you. We have you. I’m sorry we were so late.”
His hands stroke down my back, and the grief and pain slips away, leaving something else. A fire that he’s stoking and growing. I lean my face into his neck and inhale before flicking my tongue out to taste his throat.
“Casey,” he groans my name.
I lean in, opening my mouth to suck lightly on the spot that is oozing that deliciousness. Everything except this fades away. I slide my hands over his shoulders, down his chest, and then I’m suddenly lying on my back.
“Casey,” Khaos purrs.
I lift my face to his; his mouth opens, his tongue pushing in, stroking mine. His palm cradles the back of my head, holding me close, but his free hand trails spidery, whispered touches up my thigh and across my ribs in a pattern that has me gasping into his mouth.
I shiver as he presses his weight on me, pinning my hips to the grass with his. When he touches me, I’m expecting it, but it still steals a moaning keen from me.
“So wet, baby. I’ve missed you.”
I don’t bother answering, just return to the kiss as he traces his way through my slick and presses a thick digit into me.
I arch my back, my nipples achingly hard, brushing against his hot chest. He grips my hair and tugs my head to the side and trails his mouth down my neck until he finds a spot and sucks hard. My toes clench, and my thighs fall even wider apart.
