Ah, there, I spot the tall horns draped in metal chains.Atiox. And next to him, the large, full-curl horns of Zallan.Two of the founding alphas.
“Zallan!” I call with a smile, “Thank you again for the help with the coffee.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You called in a leelus.”
I chuckle. “I might have used that favor a bit early, I have another to ask of you, both of you.”
Atiox smiles beguilingly. “And what can I do for the most lovely ebondenn I’ve ever met besides mine?”
“Don’t let her hear you say that; even the suggestion might end up with you on your knees.”
He laughs. “What did you need, Inken? Shouldn’t you be busy at home? How is she settling in?”
“Heis doing well. I’m sure he’d love to meet Libby once he’s settled,” I direct to Zallan, regarding his alpha.
“Good, good,” Zallan nods. “Now what is it?”
“I was hoping I might have your permission to use one of the buildings. If things work out, we’ll be happy to help build a replacement, or perhaps build one to our specifications.”
Atiox tilts his head. “Interesting request, Traex. What do you intend to do?”
“It is to be a surprise for my pack. Our beta ran a bakery back in Citradoth. And our omega makes this special drink; that he needed the ‘coffee’ for. It’s wonderful. Together, I think they could run a shop. With Azane’s and my help.” I shrug, trying not to seem too excited.
But both the other alphas grin at me. They seem to know. Zallan especially has a soft look on his typically stern face.
“Alright, a provisional lease for a turn.” Zallan nods. “How about the red hut at the end of the central road?”
WHEN I RETURN TO THEhouse, a nude yet still caged Tristan is explaining to the rest of the pack how to make his coffee magic-juice. It tasted a bit bitter, but good. And even better, after, I felt more awake and motivated. So obviously some kind of Class VI drug. But I enjoyed it, that’s for certain.
Tristan clicks on the stovetop as he explains that the ‘espresso pot’ uses steam pressure to brew and force the goodness from the seeds.
I step behind him, his focus on the stove, and place one hand on his soft hip and another in his hair as I kiss his neck. My sharp incisors graze his skin, and bumps erupt across his flesh.
He makes a happy noise and his arm comes backward, slotting around my waist.
“Those nips, they make me anxious for this biting and binding thing,” my omega says breathily.
I amalmostcertain he means this is a good way, but I would be a poor alpha to not check on him.
“Do you mean anxious as in excited? Or anxious as in nervous?” I rumble, my voice low and my cunt wet.
“Yes,” he responds with a quiet laugh.
I purr, happy that my omega is desirous of bonding. “Soon, kitten, soon,” I mumble into his unusual pale flesh.
I kiss and nibble, a hand digging into his hair and gripping him firmly.
“I heard you did some reading today?” I offer, wanting to know more of him, his interests, his desires, everything.
“Yes,” his breathy voice answers. “I was...” he trails off as I bite down, “I was reading on the Red Paralysis.”
I don’t let go of his body, but I remove my mouth from his flesh, the mere mention sobering.Alphas still feel the loss strongly.
He shrugs, as if sensing my reticence, and presses his body back into mine. “I studied history back on Earth. I merely... found the accounts interesting.” He hurriedly adds, “Sorrowful, but... interesting. Much the way I felt learning about civilizations on Earth that had ended.” His body tenses. “Not that I think your civilization is ending!”
I chuckle. I believe I understand what he’s saying. “Did you have any insights to share on the event?”
He shakes his head but stills as I drag my long canines along that slender neck-to-shoulder muscle.
