Destiny
Pack Stepanov seemed to have a direct line to Destiny’s burgeoning libido. She hadn’t even hesitated to agree to Hunter’s command. After all that worrying and deliberating, she’d spent ten minutes in the alphas’ presence and already wanted nothing more than to be back in their packhouse, snuggled up on the couch. Or maybe bent over it.
Destiny pressed her thighs together, thankful she’d had the good sense to dig her slick-wicking panties out of her emergency heat kit. They’d still had the tags on them. She’d never needed these kinds of precautions before.
Now, two growled words of praise had her clenching with need. She put her new panties to work as Hunter strode across the room, moving gracefully despite his size. She wanted to feel that big body on top of her, as much as she wanted to just be near it. There was an undeniable tug in her belly, urging her towardhim, toward Xander, toward wherever Greyson might be in the vast castle.
She saw an amused look cross Damon’s face when Hunter stopped at his side, saying something in the bodyguard’s ear. Damon turned toward her with a raised eyebrow. Destiny nodded her approval. She didn’t know exactly what he’d said, but she trusted Hunter with her safety.
When she made her way to the designated corridor, Damon positioned himself at its entrance to keep guard. Destiny could see he was trying to hide a grin. She sighed loudly. She was surrounded by shameless busybodies.
“Don’t look so put out. We’re just happy for you.” Destiny was surprised by the smile in Damon’s voice. Her bodyguard was protective of her, and she’d consider him a friend, but he was typically all business. “You work too hard. It’s nice seeing you so relaxed. You’re glowing.”
Destiny’s chest grew warm, but she still tried to scowl. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Busybodies. All of you.”
She started down the hall, still grinning to herself. Was she glowing? Surely, her hopelessly romantic friends were projecting. Although, she did feel relaxed—comfortable, even, as ridiculous as that sounded when staying at a giant castle. She felt settled in her skin, and very much satisfied to simply be where she was at that moment and to feel her feelings with reckless abandon.
A moment later, her calm evaporated.
One second, she was wandering down the quiet corridor, the next she was pulled back against a hard body and hauled into a dimly lit room. A huge hand clamped over her mouth, but she’d already stifled her instinctive scream. She’d felt only a moment of anxiety before the scent of him calmed her fears and her heart raced for entirely new reasons.
Hunter nudged the door shut with his foot, still holding her tightly around the waist, as he moved his other hand from her mouth to her throat. He lowered his head and ran his nose along the side of her neck, breathing deeply, then exhaled an approving hum that went straight to her clit. She shivered and pressed her thighs together.
“You smell like winter evenings spent in front of a crackling fire with a warm drink,” Hunter murmured against her skin. “Which happens to be my very favorite type of evening.”
Destiny shivered again, squirming against him in an effort to soothe the insistent ache between her thighs. She could feel the hard press of his cock against her lower back, and she instinctively arched toward it, lifting on tiptoe to rub her ass against it. Hunter’s hand tightened slightly on her throat. It felt so good that she whined, and Hunter stiffened.
“Is this pressure okay?” he asked, his voice rough and low. Destiny nodded, reaching up and behind her to run her fingers over the soft, buzzed hair on the back of his head. Hunter exhaled a ragged breath. “You have to tell me if I do anything you don’t like. Do you understand, omega?”
Destiny thought she’d explode if he didn’t touch her. Sheneededhis touch. The scent of him, the heat of his body, the feel of his breath against her skin—it all combined to make her feel safe and wanted and alive.
“Yes, alpha,” she whimpered.
Hunter growled, gripping her chin and angling her head back so he could cover her mouth with his. He kissed her hungrily, as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. Destiny’s core clenched, a rush of slick flooding her panties.
Hunter broke away, releasing her chin to grip her throat once more. “I only planned to steal a kiss or two, but you’re driving me insane, Kitten. Do you want me to make you cum?”
Destiny gasped, her heartbeat stuttering. Was she seriously considering having sex in a utility closet? Yes. Yes, she was.
“Please,” she heard herself whisper. “Hunter, I need you.”
Hunter growled, pinning her against the door, his cock like steel against her back. He skimmed his teeth along the side of her neck, making her see stars. A tiny, wild voice inside her was screaming for him to bite her, to claim her as his and become hers and do this forever. She stifled the voice, but she couldn’t control the way her body responded to his every move.
“You have me,” Hunter breathed, his lips against her ear. “You’ve had me since the moment I found Xander in your room. I’m going to take care of you. Open your legs.”
Destiny widened her stance as Hunter pulled back, releasing her waist to run his hand down the curve of her hip. He hooked his fingers under the hem of her dress, slowly dragging the fabric up her thighs. Destiny squirmed and the hand holding her throat tightened in warning. She held still, panting in anticipation of his touch.
Hunter bunched her dress up around her waist before slipping his hand into her tights and inside her panties. She whined again when his finger slid between her wet folds. Her hips bucked involuntarily.
“Please, Hunter,” she breathed.
He languidly dragged his finger up her center, nipping at her neck and eliciting another gush of slick as her pussy clenched desperately around nothing. He circled her clit with two strong fingers and Destiny bit back a cry of pleasure. She didn’t think anyone was in earshot, but she didn’t want to risk it. The thrill of it made her body thrum with excitement.
“One day, I’m going to feel this perfect pussy dripping all over my cock,” Hunter told her in a low voice as he massaged her clit with slow, methodical purpose. “One day, I’m going to feel thisperfect pussy gripping me as you cum. I’m going to feel your perfect pussy milking my knot and I’m going to fill you up.”
Destiny wanted that. She wanted it very much. Hunter’s fingers had continued to move steadily against her as he talked, pushing her closer and closer to a precipice. The thought of having him inside of her, taking his knot, almost pushed her over the edge.
“But the first time I have you, it won’t be a stolen moment in a utility closet,” Hunter promised, his fingers moving faster. “I will lay you out on Egyptian cotton and take my time worshipping you like the queen you are.”
