My eyes strain to keep him in sight, but when he leans in, I lose him.
“You can bark at me all you want, omega.” His nose brushes the sensitive skin beneath my ear, a rumbling growl erupting from his chest as my eyes flutter shut.
“I can’t wait to scent you.” His lips brush my ear. “Rut you.” He pulls back to meet my eyes. “Knot you.”
My omega rushes forward, staring out with wide-eyed yearning for this alpha who can bark us into submission.
“Is that what you need, omega?” he whispers, controlling my head with his grip on my hair, our lips so close. “A pack of alphas you can submit to?” When he nods because I can’t, our noses brush. “We can do that for you, give you what you want, what youneed.”
If I could, I’d push my thighs together, because I’ve never felt so exposed, so aroused, so wet before.
And he knows it, those dark eyes taking their time to appraise me, lingering over my thighs, my breasts, my mouth.
“Relax, omega,” he finally murmurs.
My body unlocks from his hold, air rushing into my lungs with a deep inhale as my heart pounds, embarrassment quickly turning into anger.
But when he sees the fire in my scowl, his grip tightens in my hair, smothering it out.
“Find out when your next heat is,” he commands. Not a bark, but the low murmur slams me like it is. “Book off the week.”
“I…” I swallow, hoping to sound less like a horny, breathless omega. “It only lasts three days—”
“Omega.” My spine snaps straight. “You’ll need a week.”
Holy. Hell.
Valentin
“She barked that alpha into submission?” Luc repeats, sinking back on the sofa.“Wow.”
“How do you know that?” Syl asks.
“Oh,nowyou’re talking to me?” Kaiden leans back, arms behind his head.
Syl’s been in a mood with Kai since they got home. It’s not much different from Sylvan’s usual behaviour of hardly speaking, except for the brief glares sent Kai’s way, and now his tone is sharp.
“You barely let me explain the retina scan to Revea before you lied and said we had to leave.”
Kaiden rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t a lie, Syl.”
“Yes, it was. We didn’t have to leave. The installation team was done, the glass has been retinted so you can’t see in from the outside, there was no one else in the salon...”
“What is he on about?” my brother murmurs to me as Syl trails on.
I shrug.
Luc sighs. “Can one of you explain what you’re on about so we can decide whose team we’re on?”
Sylvan stops talking, lips in a grim line, eyes locked on our pack alpha, whose jaw is tight.
“We had to leave… because I was tipping into a rut,” Kaiden says.
“What the fuck,” Luc blurts.
“Maldita sea, estás obsesionado con ella como el resto de nosotros…” I murmur.
Both of us stare at Kaiden.
