"Move."
"Move?" I couldn't help but tease him a little longer, so I gave a tiny little thrust. "Like that?"
Instead of answering me, Trev rocked himself forward and slammed back, taking me balls deep with a grunt. I rotated my hips, knowing there was no possible way I could be buried inside him and not be abusing his prostate. The full body shudder that followed assured me that I was right.
"Oh, Alpha.."
With my name a prayer on my soul mate's lips, all desire to tease him was gone. I railed into him again and again as he scrambled to try and match my thrusts.
"Greedy little Omega," I groaned, thrusting deep into his tight, hot, perfect ass. "Love you so much, baby." I palmed his hips and bottomed out hard, making us both cry out. "You like having your ass ridden hard, don't you, baby?"
"Only by you, Alpha," Trevor gasped, his body shaking like a leaf. “Ohhh my Gods, harder..”
“Harder? Greedy, greedy Omega,” I mock-scolded him, my wolf howling in delight as I braced my knees to deliver. "How's that?"
“More!" Trevor shouted, bucking back against me and pressing his hips as close as he could, grinding on my cock. "Oh, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop " Trevor moaned a split second before his canal began to pulse and throb around me, milking my body of the seed that I'd been fighting to hold back.
Before I could find the words to tell him I had no intention of stopping, my release thundered through me, filling him completely and leaking out around my pulsing cock. Not wanting to knot him when we didn't know where we stood, I'd meant to pull out, to finish on the perfect globes of his ass, but I hadn't counted on the intense arousal that had driven all logical thought from my brain. By the time that I remembered, we were already locked together with Trevor half sighing, half snoring under me.
Knowing there would be plenty of time for self-recriminations later, I shoved them to the back of my mind and rolled over to my side, cradling Trevor's exhausted body to me. My claws and fangs receded as I closed my eyes and let Trevor's sweet scent and rhythmic breathing lull me to sleep.
ChapterEleven
Trevor
The sun was nearly down when I finally came around. Through the open curtains, I could see the delicate pinks, oranges, and golds of the sunset against the sapphire blue sky. Still wrapped in Clint's strong arms, I stretched, and the residual aches and pains of having been well and truly satisfied by my Alpha brought a smile to my face. My smile widened when the simple movement of stretching caused my sleeping Alpha to tighten his embrace and throw one muscular thigh over my legs to keep me in place. Even unconscious, he wasn't risking losing track of me.
I didn’t know why I'd lost faith in our relationship, but one thing I was sure of was that the longer Clint held me, the more he touched me, the more grounded and rational I felt. The more confident I was that this was exactly where I was supposed to be. With that thought loud in my mind, I eagerly snuggled closer to Clint, reveling in the delicious feel of his naked body against mine.
Clint was still dead to the world and snoring lightly in my ear when I finally forced myself to rouse an hour or so later. It took some doing, but I managed to slither out of his grip. He growled irritably but didn't open his eyes. I almost wasn't able to make myself leave the room after I made the mistake of looking back at him as I snuck toward the bathroom. His beautiful head was cradled on the pillow, his chiseled jaw relaxed in sleep, and his furry chest on display with the blankets draped at his waist. It took every ounce of my self-control to step into the shower so I could take the boys to school instead of crawling back into his arms.
The twins squealed in delight when they saw me in the living room, and they weren't the only pack members that were surprised to see me up and about. It seemed that everyone that crossed my path wanted to hug me and tell me that I was looking better. That last bit caught me off guard since I hadn't realized that anyone thought I'd been ill. Shrugging it off, I made my way back to the guesthouse. I was contemplating how I could convince Clint to reclaim me and move back home, to give us another chance, when I walked through the door and the silence hit me. A quick turn through the cabin confirmed what I'd known immediately - my Alpha was gone.
With no note, nothing to indicate where he'd gone, I headed back to our house. Maybe he'd gone there looking for me? After all, it hadn't occurred to me to leave him a note. Our little house was just as empty. The flapping of the plastic sheeting tacked over the addition as it waved in the wind was the only noise.
I wandered into the kitchen for a drink, but my tea box was missing from its spot over the kettle. I'd forgotten to get it back from Colby. Making a mental note to pick up another box when I was in town, I grabbed a bottle of water and settled back on the couch to ponder the situation. I'd just reached for the television remote when I saw a slip of paper under a rock Eric had painted for me that sat on the coffee table.
Trev,
Rafe and I need to take care of something. I'll be back as soon as I can. Call Colin if you need anything.
Clint
I stared at the note for several minutes before finally laughing at myself for the intense scrutiny; it was hardly as if some hidden message was suddenly going to appear! Forcing myself to my feet, I kicked around the house for a bit, tidying up here and there. I had just finished putting together a grocery list – and if it happened to include the ingredients for some of Clint's favorite meals, so what? – when the phone rang. It was Doc's office calling to tell me that they needed to see me as soon as possible, so I stuffed the list in my pocket and asked a member of the security detail for a lift into town.
Clint
The vintage 1975 Electra Glide Ultra Classic Harley with the Candy Brandy Wine custom paint job that I'd inherited from my grandfather typically bided its time nestled under a soft cotton cover in the garage behind the packhouse. It was a pretty well-kept secret. It wasn't that I disliked it; it was just that, unlike the members of the Blood Valley pack who relied on their motorcycles for most of their transportation, I was more at home in my truck, so I rarely rode the bike. Rafe was one of the few people who knew of its existence, so when he'd sent me a terse text message to meet him in town, he'd specified that I should ride.
I sat at the diner in town waiting for him and wondering if this was a good idea. After all, my ass was already tender and I'd only ridden a short distance.
"Good, you're here." Rafe dropped down on the bench across from me. "We need to hit the road."
"You want to tell me what this is about?" I took a swallow from my coffee cup. Old friends or not, I was hardly used to being summoned and expected to unquestioningly follow orders.
"Yeah, sure," Rafe huffed under his breath. "We need to go get Levi."
"What?"
