Now comes the hard part–literally and metaphorically. I can’t fight my body’s instinctual reaction to her proximity when she’s squirming against me, and from the smell of things, she can’t fight her instincts, either. Even as furious as she is, she exudes intoxicating pheromones with every movement. My dick is harder than it’s ever been in no time flat, and I suspect I’ll be calling Olly for another dose of suppressant when she’s done with her little spat.
First, though … taming the shrew.
Remembering my hasty actions in the cave, I take Olly’s advice and start with purring. My chest rumbles against her, and she relaxes, if only a fraction. It’s not enough to get her to stop fighting me, but now she’s fighting herself, too, so that puts me at an advantage.
Bending to bridge the height gap, I lean close and nuzzle my nose against her slender neck. Auryn whines and releases more of that intoxicating perfume.
“Mm … Lemongrass and sunshine. Do you have any idea how amazing you smell?”
Even as she presses her back into me, she continues to mouth off.
“I hope you choke on it.”
My free hand glides over her hip … up her waist … to her shoulder. “Like you tried to choke Emmett?”
Her body trembles. “Yes.”
It comes out as a breathless whisper, like she’s trying to convince herself as much as me. She reaches back with the hand that’s not trapped in my grip, and my purring intensifies as Auryn starts stroking my hip. With the hold I have on her, she can’t reach much else–can’t reach her goal–and she whines again.
I brush her long, dark hair off her neck and let my lips hover over the delicate skin. “I could ease this ache of yours, Auryn. Take away your pain.”
She moans. Whines. Growls.
“Do you want this, Auryn?”
Her body screams “yes!” She’s got every available inch of herself pressed into me. She’s perfuming. The aroma of her ready pussy tickles my nostrils. Butshehas to agree. As much as I want her, that consent matters.
Seconds tick by. Auryn’s whining is filled with need. Her ass grinds against me. All it would take is one word, one clear affirmation.
“No.”
I release her and step back, mashing the keypad to let myself out of the cell. The door hisses open, and I slip out before Auryn even has the chance to realize I’ve let her go. I relock the door and pick up the intercom handset to call Olly.
“Olivander, we need you down here. Bring another dose.”
He barely has time to stammer out a confirmation before I slam down the receiver and stalk off. Auryn’s a smart girl, but she’s not going to figure out how to escape in the few minutes it’ll take Olly to bring her medicine. I need to cool off more than I need to monitor her at the moment.
My feet carry me straight to Diego’s room. The tension I’ve built up with Auryn has to go somewhere, and right now, Diego’s it. I slip into his room and gently shut the door behind me. Giving my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, I realize he’s still sleeping off his last shift with Auryn. He lies sprawled on his back in the bed, his breathing deep and even.
The closer I inch to his bed, shedding clothing as I go, the more I can see that Diego’s dreams are carrying him to the same place I’m headed. He palms his cock in his sleep, slowly stroking his hard shaft. If I was a betting man, I’d wager he’s dreaming of Auryn.
I lick my lips and ease my weight onto the mattress. Diego moans in his sleep, but he doesn’t wake.
As an omegaless pack, we’re all accustomed to tending to our primal desires without a female being involved. That’s especially true for Diego and me. We’ve formed a bond that extends beyond camaraderie, beyond the brotherhood that comes with working closely together. This isn’t the first time I’ve crawled into his bed in the middle of the night, not the first time I’ve come to him to fulfill a biological imperative.
I don’t even need to look as I reach into his nightstand for some lube. Diego always keeps it in the exact same spot.
Once I’ve lubed my cock, I gently spread his legs and tilt his hips up. He moans again and pumps his dick faster. Inch by inch, I ease myself into his tight ass. I bury myself in Diego, reveling in the feel of him clenching reflexively around me.
Then I give in to my desires, and I start to rut.
Diego wakes up slowly, dark lashes fluttering as he comes into awareness. Without a single spoken word, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me down for a kiss. Our tongues tangle as I pound him relentlessly. We grunt and groan in sync, hips slamming into each other.
I could rut Diego forever. He’s warm and tight and inviting, but I came here on a mission: Relief. Chasing my orgasm, that sweet release, is more important at the moment than any pretense of romance.
With one final frantic thrust, I empty my balls into Diego. He comes at the same time, and we both wind up with a sticky mess on our chest.
“Boss, is something–”
