“Okay, you keep the whore.”
It takes everything in me not to react, and Vale catches Kota before he can move.
I just smile. “Sleep well.”
The three of them disappear into their tent. The betas do the same. I start packing up everything. Bonnie’s going to stay up boiling water for as long as she can, I know it, so I don’t put the fire out. I just put the pot back on and fill it with water.
At least it’s got a lid.
I go into the tent and find four sleeping bags laid out. I check everything, place a weapon under my sleeping bag, then go back out.
For two hours, we cycle through, filling everyone’s water bottles. Once the last pot of water is done, Bonnie sets a lid on it and douses the fire. At some point, she went and bathed, changing her shorts for the exercise ones.
“Ready for bed?” I say with a grin.
She looks up at the four of us, her jaw tight. She moves in close, stopping when she’s right beside me.
“If anyone touches me, I will make you wish your father had worn a condom.”
I smile and open the tent for her. She grumbles and growls. It’s tight, but they all get in their bags, while I hold mine open for her.
She stares at me like I’m the devil.
I guess I kind of am.
“Scared, Bonnie?”
“Keep dreaming,” she mutters, then she slides in between me and Kota, and I zip us up in the sleeping bag and pull her into my arms.
She stays stiff for a while, but then she relaxes and falls asleep, and I have my omega sleeping in my arms.
I meet Kota’s eyes in the faint glow of the lantern. He smiles.
Yeah, it feels exactly like that.
Bonnie
The rain is pelting down, beating like drums on the side of the tent, and I know it’s cold, but I’m burning up. Massive winds buffet the canvas like a slap from a giant. The wind howls through the trees, creating this whistling scream as it slams through. The trees groan their protests of the abuse. Lightning flashes, illuminating the inside of the tent. I count the seconds, and when I get to ten, the rolling roar of thunder slams into the world.
I wriggle and then stop, afraid I might wake them. My head is resting on Cyn’s arm, but if I don’t get some layers off, I might go insane. I start trying to wiggle up and out of the sleeping bag, but it’s impossibly tight.
Why is he so big?
He rolls into me and presses his lips to my neck. I break out in goosebumps. Wind slams into the tent again, harder and more violently than before, making me jump nearly out of my skin.
“Cyn,” I hiss.
He moans and then sucks hard. It’s like lightning through my body; I forget about everything else but him. How close he is, that massive thigh that moves between my legs, his arm sliding over my side around to my back and pulling me closer to him. The weather is far away, anything could happen, but I don’t think I can stop him. I don’t think I want to stop him.
Sweat runs down my nape.
“Cyn!” I hiss again.
He jerks awake. “What’s wrong?”
Lightning flashes, and for a second, I can see him perfectly, he’s looking at me, but he feels deadly. Dangerous. There’s a knife in his hand, and then it’s dark. It doesn’t bother me at all. It should, but I have no self-preservation around these alphas.
“Undo the sleeping bag, please.” I’m almost crying. Thunder roars, and it’s closer this time, louder. My ears ache.
