“I guess.” Warren exhales slowly, shoulders sagging a fraction. “I hate all of this. Cass’s getting shot, Beck’s broken heart, even the fact that we had to claim Tansy without?—”
A strangled, pained sound cuts him off from the direction of the kitchen.
It’s Tansy.
Without a word, Warren and I are moving, racing across the room and down the short hall. We burst into the kitchen to find Beck trying to physically hold Tansy back, his face a mask of shock and confusion. She’s wild-eyed, snarling, her hands clawed as she tries to lunge past him at Dr. Pace. The doctor is backed against the counter with his hands raised.
My eyes drop to her bare legs, and my stomach clenches. Clear, slick fluid drips, glistening on her inner thighs.
“Tansy, stop!” Beck grunts, struggling to hold her.
Her whole body goes rigid for a second, then her legs start to shake violently. Her eyes roll back, and with a choked cry, she crumples. Beck tries to catch her, but she’s dead weight, and they both collapse to the floor in a heap.
Before Beck can even scramble off her, Tansy lets out a violent, guttural cry that’s pure agony and raw need. The air in the kitchen instantly thickens, the sweet scent of honey and chamomile exploding into a tidal wave of omega pheromones.
It’s so potent it hits me like a physical blow.
My cock goes rock hard in an instant, a painful, demanding throb that steals the air from my lungs. Beside me, Warren stumbles back a step, his face pale with shock, his hands held up as if to ward off the scent itself.
He chokes out, his voice strained and thin, “We need to get her to Cassian.Now.”
Cass’s command echoes in my head, a vicious loop.You will not touch Tansy unless she puts your hands on her.
My body is locked in a war with itself, every alpha instinct screaming at me to go to her, to touch her, to fuck her. While Cass’s order holds me back like a physical chain.
I can’t touch her.
I won’t.
But then Tansy screams again, a sound of such pure, unadulterated pain that it shatters something inside me. The command evaporates, and I move, picking up her limp, trembling body off the floor.
The moment I have her in my arms, her scent slams into me like a physical assault.
It’s a primal roar in my blood, demanding I drop to the floor, tear her clothes away, and fuck the life out of her right here in the hallway. Every muscle in my body locks in a violent struggle, my cock a steel rod of agony inside my slacks.
But my feet keep moving, one agonizing step after another.
Fuck her.
I have to get her to Cass.
Rut her.
I have to prove my loyalty.
Claim her.
Cradling the screaming omega against my chest, I ignore every instinct beating down on me and run, racing through the house toward the guest room.
In Grason’s Arms
Tansy
I’m moving,my whole body being jostled as someone carries me, but I can’t focus on anything past the fire in my belly.
I’m so empty.
A hollow ache pulses between my legs, and I can feel the slick, hot and humiliating, pouring from my open pussy.
