I’d never been able to bring myself to orgasm—even with the help of toys—as quickly as Hunter managed with a single fucking kiss. He thought I was wrecking him, but this alpha was about to obliterate me, and I was ready to sign myself up.
“Sleeping next to you,” he thundered, kissing down the corner of my lips, his tongue tracing every inch of my skin that he touched, “was beyond my fucking control. I need you in my bed, Emmeline. I need you naked and under me every damn night, before my beast goes completely feral. The man as well.”
My core spasmed, and I arched harder against him, the swirls of pleasure in my gut building and building. When he bit into my neck, almost breaking the skin, I cried out and came so hard that my vision went blurry and dark.
Hunter’s growl echoed loudly around the room, and I whimpered through my continued pleasure, trembling and shaking in his hold. He didn’t stop marking and kissing along my throat and onto my shoulder, and I leaned back until I got my tits right where I wanted them. In his mouth.
He sucked my nipple, his teeth pressing against the areola until I wanted to scream. Pleasure or pain, they were both perfection.
“I need to see my bite on your skin,” he said, moving on to my other nipple. “Are you ready to beg for my claim, baby girl?”
Yes. No. Yes. No. The dueling emotions were a continuous chant in my head.
“Fuck, Hunter,” I cried, and he slowed his assault, his teeth grazing over the tip of my nipple.
“What is it, Emme? Use your words, baby girl. Tell me what you need.”
I needed him to fuck me.I needed it now. I needed it to happen even if it meant he was going to bite me during the throes of pleasure. Dramatic or not, there was a real sense I’d die anyway if this intense, churning need inside me wasn’t met.
“Hunter, please. Alpha, I need you to fu?—”
There was a loud rapping on my bedroom door, interrupting me as I breathed heavily and tried to figure out what just happened. The lust had my brain clouded and slow.
Hunter’s mouth and teeth grazed between my tits as he lifted his head and snapped, “What is it, Finley? You better be dying.”
There was a brief pause, and then Finley shouted back. “The witch is here. She’s got information about Kellan’s condition.”
Hunter stilled, and then a long exhalation of air escaped the alpha. “Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling against mine as he straightened. “Only for that asshole would I interrupt our time together, little omega. For now, Kellan comes first.”
His expression was creased in disappointment and reluctance as he lowered me to the damp tiles. “Finish up your bath and come find us. I won’t let them make any decision until you’re in the room.” His gaze leveled me, eyes filled with dark swirls of gold once more. “And Emme…”
He paused, and I swallowed roughly, surprised to find my voice still worked. “Yes?”
“Use the mocha bath bomb.”
When he was gone, I remained in a trembling mess, clutching the vanity and staring into the slightly steamy mirror. I’d had one orgasm, but it hadn’t remotely taken the edge off—if anything, it was worse than ever.
I needed hours with these alphas without interruption, where they fucked me into exhaustion. All of which could absolutely wait until Kellan was whole and healthy once more. He was one of the alphas I desperately needed.
As I slipped back into the still-warm water, I reached out and lifted the white and mocha speckled bath bomb and dropped it into the water. Chocolate and coffee rose up around me as it dissolved, and with Kellan’s scent still present from earlier, I found a place of peace and serenity once more.
Just with shakier thighs this time.
CHAPTER 24
HUNTER
My wolf howled relentlessly as I marched back down the hall and into Kellan’s room. My damp sweats needed to be changed, but I wasn’t ready to give up the sweet scent of Emme’s release just yet. It was as soaked into my pants as the water from her bath.
I needed it to get through the next few hours, since I’d barely gotten the taste I craved.
Jewels had better have good news, or I was likely to be a worse nightmare to deal with than Slade, and as the entitled alpha of this pack, I couldn’t devolve to that. But if there was any situation that smashed my control to shit, it was one of my pack hovering between life and death, along with my dick attempting to punch through my pants, and my balls firmly in thebluecategory.
“Speak to me,” I growled as I entered Kellan’s bedroom to find Jewels hovering over his still form, Slade and Finley watching her closely.
None of us fully trusted this witch. Not in the past or now, but she was our strongest ally in the magical world, and we’d exchanged multiple successful favors over the years. I had to play nice. Well, as nice as I could manage.
“We’ve created the counterspell,” she said as her head shot up. “But I needed to examine him first to determine his strength, and after the fevers which indicate the original spell has infiltrated deeper, I don’t think he’s strong enough. The counterspell will most likely kill him.”
