Her eyes light up before she leans forward. I think she’s going to kiss me but she rests her head in the crook of my neck and hugs me. Her legs squeeze impossibly hard around my waist, fingernails gripping into the tops of my shoulders where her hands now rest. I squeeze her back, a bit of my heart both breaking and healing.
I hate that she’s touch starved, but my Alpha is preening that he’s providing her comfort. That she’s happy with me and needs me in this way and her anger is gone. I kiss her neck and hold her tightly. The moment seems to last for hours, yet only a minute passes before she squirms in my arms. She takes in a long breath, then licks up my neck right over my scent gland.
My pheromones go wild, the smell of mint twirling with her strawberry sweetness. She licks me again and tries to hike herself up my body like she’s climbing a tree. With all the movement my towel was hanging on by a thread, and that does it in. It falls to the ground, her hot slit connecting with my shaft.
I grunt at the contact, the edges of my vision turning black. Oh fuck.
Mine.My Omega.
Iris gasps and wiggles, seeking me out. “Alpha,” she pleads against my neck. “Alpha, please.”
She sucks on my scent gland, and I know the moment my Alpha finally gets more control over me, the last of my strength holding me back from a rut falling away like the towel had moments ago.
My fingers grip her round ass cheeks, hard enough I know they’ll leave marks. But my Omega doesn’t seem to care. She sucks deeply on my scent gland, enough that I know she’ll leave a bruise.
My cock kicks up and there’s a voice in the back of my head screaming at me to let her go—to get her to my pack so I don’t lose it—but I can’t. It’s too late.
The Omega pulls back like she knows, her own eyes black with lust and the high of her estrous.
“Alpha.” Her voice is strangely calm. “I trust you.”
I purr loudly, a slow smile pulling at my lips. She knew I needed to hear that. Further proving what my Alpha’s been saying all along. This beautiful and talented Omega is meant to be part of Pack Quinn, and even without a bite, I’m going to show her that she belongs to me—to us. She’ll never question if I want her again.
I slowly lower her down my body until her feet are planted on the ground. Her brow furrows for a moment but I don’t give her time to think. I brush my lips over hers then up her cheek bone until I’m whispering in her ear.
“What’s your safe word?”
Her breath catches and I smell the fresh wave of slick leak from her cunt and drip on to my cock, the heat of it near scorching.
“Red.”
“Hmm.” I nibble at her earlobe, tasting the salty skin on my tongue. “Good Omega. Use it if you need it.”
She perfumes, a moan slipping from her lips and I pull back, swatting her ass. She yelps but doesn’t move, confused as to what I’m asking. My vision darkens and a low growl builds in my chest.
“Run, little Omega.”
She blinks and I lean down once more to give my command in her ear. “Run, baby. Or I’ll knot you right here on this cold bathroom floor. Wouldn’t want to hurt those pretty knees, now would we?”
I spank her ass again—harder this time—and she takes off, my Alpha watching her juicy ass jiggle as we prepare to hunt.
Chapter sixteen
Iris
Ipushopenthenest doors and run into a hallway. I have no idea where I’m going since I’ve never been in this house and the most I’ve seen is the nest and bathroom. I’m faintly aware of a voice calling after me, or voices, but my big-tattooed Alpha told me to run, and I’m not going to deny him. Especially since he’s in a rut and I’m going to help him.
Swoon.
The logical side of my brain tells me I should not be swooning at that. I’ve never seen an Alpha through a rut, let alone during a heat, but rational Iris is not in charge anymore. I’m going by all Omega instincts.
I turn down another short hallway, tits, ass, and stomach jiggling. There’s slick running down my thighs and heat licking up my back, the weight of the plug in my ass causing a unique sensation. I hear a roar of my big Alpha who’s chasing me in the distance, and I nearly turn back to find him.
“He’s in rut!” I hear someone yell, but I keep going.
There’s a door at the end of this hallway and I know I’m probably leading myself into a dead end but this is where I’m being pulled too. I push open the dark wooden door, the room decorated in dark browns and burnt oranges. I step further inside and the Prime’s scent hits me. It’s like walking into a room of crushed mint leaves—bright, sharp, and clean. I close my eyes and inhale long and hard, taking it into my lungs.
This is his room.
