“Rory, we can’t-”
“Can’t?” he says with a dark grin and slides up, laying that delicious weight of his body over mine. “Pretty sure we can,” he murmurs and touches his lips to my jaw before biting lightly.
My eyes roll, and a groan escapes. I freaking love his teeth.
“Shouldn’t,” I whisper, my fingers clawing into his back, pulling him down, even as I arch up. His teeth bite into my earlobe, and I let out a whine.
“Shouldn’t is a stupid word. We should do what feels good.”
“We can’t,” I mutter, but I’ve lost my will.
“You’re in heat, Omega. I’m not leaving you to hurt. You can hate me tomorrow.”
“And if I say no?” I ask with a moan.
“You won’t say no. You’ll say, ‘please, Alpha, more’,” he whispers into my ear. “I told you you’d beg.”
“Committing crimes so early in our relationship?” I say breathlessly.
He slams my wrists above my head and holds them with one hand, the pain of his fingers hurts so good. Without taking his eyes from mine, he grinds hisjean-covered cock against my pussy. The two layers of material I’m wearing are two layers too much. I bite my lower lip, muffling the sound that comes out.
“Spoils of war,” Rory teases. “Besides, I think we’ve committed worse crimes.”
I clamp my lips together, refusing to answer his probing question.
“Tell me no. Tell me to stop,” he says roughly. “It will all end. I promise. I will stand up and walk away from you and leave you here, with this ache, this need.”
I open my mouth, but the knowledge of what’s waiting for me, an agonizing week of running through the forest, hungry, sore, injured. Crying, screaming, aching for something that never eases, and the temptation of my alphas, mine, right here, is too much for me to refuse.
“You’ll stay for the whole heat?” I whisper and hate the thick thread of vulnerability in my voice.
“They’d need five armies to tear me away,” Rory breathes against my lips. “No one will get close to you but us, and we’ll make it so good.”
One word, and I will lose myself in them.
One word, and nothing will be the same.
Say no. Tell them no.
“Stay,” I say.
Rory closes the distance, and the world falls away. All that remains is the throbbing red of the heat and the scent of a mountain creek, cold, fresh, and earthy. He rolls us, and I end up grinding hard against his cock, almost blind. One word shattered my alpha’s control. I like seeing him like this. Maybe I can make him beg, too.
“Rory, we’re moving.”
Dakota’s words break through the heat. Before I can do something, I’m pulled off Rory. Dakota picks up my pack and guides me out of the door.
“Your timing sucks,” Rory growls.
“So does yours,” he snaps at Rory. “Now, Omega.”
I spring into movement, my legs guiding me in the direction that will take me to my heat grounds.
The alphas follow, a wall of strength and protection. I’m a little afraid, a little thrilled, but I’m fading as my heat intensifies.
Cyn
Bonnie’s heat scent makes my mouth water. It’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever smelled. I hoist my pack higher and increase my pace when she starts jogging. We’ve been walking for hours, and it’s nearing night. I want to stop her, but she suddenly plunges down the path to the river.
