“Noah’s fine,” I interject, the authority underlining my tone slightly derailed by my continued purr. “He just needs to blow off some steam.”
“He needs to see a doctor or go to a hospital,” she returns, her winded voice rather erotic.
Except it’s for all the wrong reasons.
Doesn’t stop my lower half from reacting to the way she’s rubbing up against me, though.
“He’s seen the doctor, Aurora. That’s partly why we were delayed. The bullet basically grazed his arm. He’s physically fine.” Mentally is another story entirely and the real reason we’re just now getting home. “He’s in a blood rage. That’s why he’s not allowed near you.”
I can’t trust him not to do something stupid like claim her with his teeth and his knot.
All without consent.
Because he assumes she’s already his. And maybe she is, but I will not let their first time happen while he’s in an unpredictable frame of mind.
“The bullet…? A… a blood rage?” Her brow furrows, her struggle ceasing. I’m almost saddened by that, as I was enjoying her fight. “I don’t… What’s a blood rage?”
I settle more on my elbows on either side of her head, my chest still vibrating in a soothing rhythm, one that will only ever be for her. “When Noah is triggered, he thirsts for revenge,” I explain quietly.
This isn’t something I would normally share.
But Aurora is important to us. She’s our scent match and our intended omega. If she’s going to become our queen, then she needs to understand all three of us in a way that no one else ever will.
“We went into the city the other night for a last-minute meeting with one of the Ricci brothers, but it was an ambush.” A fact that still fucking pisses me off. “Johan doesn’t typically attend with us, but his particular skill set was needed. Or so we thought.”
Aurora probably has no idea how rare it is that I’m taking time to explain this all to her. I didn’t even share these details with our crew.
However, I feel bad that we left her here alone for nearly three nights. That was never our intention. Nor is it something we intend to do often.
“It was a trick,” I go on. “Johan was the target. Noah realized that a moment before it happened, jumped in the way… and then went on a killing rampage.”
Her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t otherwise react to the gruesome scene I’m trying to explain. Perhaps because I’m not providing enough description.
Or, more likely, because she grew up in this life. She understands the violence that comes with it.
Yet another reason she’s our perfect queen.
“But Noah wasn’t satisfied with the carnage. After the doctor fixed him up, he went on another rampage. That rampage is why Johan is covered in blood.” He’s not one to get physical, but when Noah caught up with Bastian Ricci—the one who betrayed us at the meeting—he helped Noah ask a few questions.
She swallows, her lashes fluttering a little. “Oh.”
I smile. “Better?”
Her lips curl down. “I’m fine.”
I take in the silky tank top she’s wearing—it matches her tiny shorts—and meet her gaze again. “Indeed you are,” I agree, my purr deepening into a low growl.
Violence always turns me on. Watching Noah work with Johan tonight just stoked my need even more.
Which makes being around this omega quite dangerous.
Fortunately, my control is resolute. But I’m not a saint, either.
That last part is why I don’t move away from her, even though I probably should.
However, I rather like the way my cock feels nestled between her splayed thighs. She’s warm, her pussy radiating a heat that calls to my knot.
I lean down to run my nose along her cheekbone, inhaling as her scent heightens. “You smell amazing,” I admit in a whisper, loving her honeyed sweetness. “It makes me want to taste every inch of you.”
