“Wait, is she?” I glance back towards the omega, and all my blood and thinking ability travels south.
Rory puts an arm over my shoulder. “Yes, my beloved leader. That incredibly hot omega is wearing nothing under those ugly khaki pants. Think about that when she bends over next. And you can thank me later.”
He tosses the underwear at me. I snatch them out of the air, bundling them into my fist before I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply.
My eyes roll, and my cock gets even harder. I want nothing more than to wrap that lace around my cock, stroke myself until I blow my load, and then give them back to her, knowing she’d be walking around with my jizz against her pussy.
“Behave,” Cyn says as he passes me. “We’re walking; you don’t have time to do whatever’s on your mind.”
I grab the back of his head, holding him by the hair, and slam the underwear against his mouth. He struggles until the scent fills his lungs, and then he stops, and a different tension fills him. Cyn’s breathing gets haggard. He holds my wrist with one hand while the other slips down to rub against his hard cock.
“We don’t have time,” I remind him and pull my hand away.
He growls, his eyes almost black because his pupils are so big.
I pocket my prize and lean forward, kissing him with so much aggression that he simply opens his mouth and clings to me.
I pull back and stare at him. “Good boy. Let’s go keep our omega safe and plot how to get these assholes dead.”
Cyn licks his lips and nods. He walks past me. I give myself another moment, and then I turn and walk quickly after the others, trying to catch up and forget how hard my cock is or that, for the first time, I think I can feel the stirrings of my knot.
Bonnie has stopped and is looking around the ground.
“What’s she doing?” I ask Rory.
“Despite all the information that says otherwise, I actually am not a mind reader, Vale. I have no idea what she’s doing. Why don’t youask her?”
I give him a side-eye, but just when I’m about to ask, Bonnie raises her hands.
“Everyone, I need you to listen. This is really, really important.” She gazes around at all of us, but her gaze pauses indecisively on the alphas before it moves on. “You’re going to meet a friend of ours. Now, he’s friendly and harmless. If you are scared, just wait over there. But there will be no yelling; do not attack my friend. Just be calm and don’t touch.”
The bushes shudder.
“I’m jealous already,” Kota whines.
I elbow him and watch as a bush shudders, and then out comes this massive wolf. An actual, wild silver wolf, and it glares at us. And for one horrible moment, I wonder if this is how we’ll lose her, but then she puts her hand on his back.
“This is Wolfie.”
Cyn opens his mouth, but as if she’s expecting it, she pins him with a look.
“Not a word about his name.”
He snaps his mouth shut but winks at her.
“When we were out here, we found this wolf cub all alone. Dad helped raise him, with the help of some experts, and we kept hiking out here with him until he found his own pack.”
“You keep a wild wolf as a pet?” Kevin says, almost trembling with rage.
“This is amazing! Can I take a photo?” Kendall whispers. “He won’t eat us, will he?”
“No, he won’t eat anyone, and yes, you can take a photo.”
I shift closer, and the wolf puts that deadly gaze on me. No wonder she’s not afraid of us. What kind of people are her family if they can raise a deadly predator like this?
She stands there answering questions, her fingers buried in the fur of the wolf. She isn’t nervous or afraid. Her hair is lifted by a breeze, exposing the long line of her neck. I’m hypnotized, mesmerised. I imagine trailing my mouth down, listening to her moans.
What was it like for her after we said no?That random thought brings me back to reality.
