"Fuck yes," I rasp, watching her eyes roll back as she feels me expand, filling every fucking inch of her.
My omega throws her head back, opens her mouth and lets out a crackling, soundless scream. Though she's locked in place, she rocks her hips, breasts bouncing as she seeks even more friction. Her eyes are half-closed, lips parted, lost in sensation as she chases her pleasure with desperate, hungry grunts.
I didn't even hear Grayson come in, but suddenly he's standing over us. He kneels down, fully clothed, looks us over, almost clinically. Then shoves her knees wider and begins rubbing her clit with flat fingers.
"Oh, fuck," I moan. "Fuck don't stop, don't fuckin' stop," I bellow out, while he works over her clit. She grips me so fucking tight and keeps making these tiny movements with her pussy walls as she chases her orgasm and she grips my cock so fucking tight I nearly black out. She screams, fingers clamping down on Grayson's arm while he works her clit, and I fucking lose it.
I'm buried so deep, and then our cum collides inside her.
The orgasm rips through me, white-hot and violent. Shockwaves shoot out of my cock, the pleasure violent and electric. My balls pull up tight, and the explosion never ends. My teeth are burning with venom. My alpha roars, and it takes everything in me not to bite her.
Mona screams violently in my lap, her fingers clawing my legs, slapping randomly, obscene sounds spilling from her mouth and pussy. Grayson is still rubbing her clit, until she can take no more.
We stay locked together, even as she collapses in my lap. Her head comes to my chest, and every few seconds, her whole body twitches.
Grayson releases her, then leans back and sits down on the floor to watch. My heart is jack-hammering inside my ribcage. I've never come so hard in my life. I feel like I lost consciousness.
We don't speak for a while. Eventually, I pull myself up and wrap my arms around Mona. She's passed out, and we're still locked together. I meet Grayson's eyes. He smirks, then gets up and starts making fucking dinner.
I guess this is what life is like now. He cooks around us, while she and I lie here, exhausted. When my knot softens, and our cum spills out of her—so much fucking slick—I'm able to pull her protectively closer to my chest, where she nuzzles and makes cute mewling sounds.
"This is how it's supposed to be," Grayson mutters, mirroring my thoughts.
I grunt in response, lifting my mate, carrying her upstairs. After she changes her clothes, with a serene smile, she crawls back into my arms and says, "You don't mind carrying me around the rest of the night, do you?"
I chuckle, lifting her easily. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Chapter 37: Mona
Cynthia offered to let me borrow her cell phone while Grayson and Orion were gone, but I was worried I'd cling to the thing, so I thanked her but said no. They've only been gone half a day—I've gone this long without seeing them since I got to Silent Peak—but this feels different.
I pass the day doing drills with Eli and Kellen. Eli is stern, walks with militant posture, like Cynthia and Andrea, but he's gentle as he walks me through adjustments and suggestions for improvement. Meanwhile, his husband, Kellen, is definitely the more fun, easygoing of the two—and has zero problem throwing me in the deep end, picking me up and throwing me around while I practice.
I know my bruises will be gone by tonight, and wolves don't have the same gender roles that humans do, but there's something demeaning about being tossed around by Kellen, like he's my hyperactive teenage brother. It's a refreshing change of pace, but still totally sucks.
He reminds me of Orion in some ways; how wild he can be. Seemingly relaxed. Beneath the surface, a feral alpha.
Which sends me on a whole other spiral of missing my mates, and at one point, after trying to exercise to redirect my thoughts and finding it useless, I call it a night and head back to the cabin. Kellen and Eli stay over, but by the end of the night, I'm not feeling great and go to bed early. I sneak into Grayson's room after stealing a handful of Orion's dirty clothes—I'll never fucking admit to it—and bury my face in their scents.
I wake up feeling even worse. My head is groggy, and I feel nasty hormonal. Eli asks what I want for breakfast, and I almost cry in response. And when he tries to comfort me in panic, I snap and tell him I can make it myself.
After apologizing profusely, he and Kellen agree Cynthia might be a better match for me for the day. So Eli takes off and, even though all I want to do is curl up in Orion's bed, it's way too early. Tomorrow is the full moon—tonight, technically—and I try to remind myself they'll be home soon.
But my omega is irrational. So I force myself out of the house.
Cynthia suggests we practice shifting, but I'm not interested. Nothing seems to fit right; my skin feels itchy, so I just spend the day walking and exploring, and my guards follow.
Sometime early evening, after a long, uncomfortable walk that left my skin feeling weirdly overheated and my stomach slightly off, I pause to catch my breath. That's when I hear it—a sound beckoning from the woods.
My head snaps up, and I find Kellen and Cynthia already looking toward it.
"Get her home," Cynthia commands.
Kellen doesn't argue. But just as his hand wraps around my upper arm, a scent drifts toward me. Grass and cottonwood trees.
"Wait!" I hiss, ripping my arm away. "That's Joey!" Before either of them can stop me, I sprint into the woods. I may not be strong, but I am fast, andmaybethose suicide drills did mesome good. I ran from all those alphas when I was on the road, and I know how to evade them if I need to.
Which is why Cynthia and Kellen don't catch up to me at first. "Joey!" I call out. "Heather!" I don't smell her, but she's his mother. If he's injured—
