I lick my lips and smile. “I brought her home, just like you asked.”
“Did you knot her?” asks Alaric calmly.
“Not yet,” I say, thinking of how tight her pussy felt around my tongue, how her ass clamped down on me like a trap. “But soon. I only got a taste. She’s a virgin, you know.”
“Oh wow, she’s really meant for us then,” says Rex, letting out a whistle.
“Fucking amazing,” says Lorenzo, shaking his head. “She’ll be our first omega, and we will be the first pack she will ever be with.”
“We need to take it easy for her first time,” says Ryker, sighing as he rubs his forehead. “And protect her from the other alphas on this resort.”
“They wouldn’t dare go near our omega,” I growl, getting upset at the thought of any other male looking at her, let alone touching her. “I will personally boot them off Wolf Isle and straight into the fucking ocean.”
I can still taste her on my tongue, sweet and ripe and perfect.
I head to the bathroom, rip off my pants, and stroke my cock while the scent of her drives me insane. Next time, I’ll take her virginity. Next time I’ll knot her and keep her so full of cum she can’t even walk.
But for now, I close my eyes and remember the way she came for me.
The way she whimpered for release. The way she tasted, like she was made just for me. And I come again, hard, imagining her screaming my name as my knot fills her ass.
Seven
ANYA
Oh my god, I’m literally covered in cum.
My ass and the back of my thighs are sticky with Marcus’s cum as I quickly strip off my dirty clothes and hop into the shower.
I stand under the scalding water, letting it pound my skin as the memory of being bent over a golf cart, humped by a man built like a brick wall, fills my mind. Marcus’s beard left a red scrape on my inner thigh where he ground his face against me like a starving dog. My pussy is still swollen, the lips puffy and wet even after soaping them twice. I gingerly press my fingers against my slit, and a jolt of pleasure mixed with a wonderful ache makes me shudder against the tiles.
“Fuck,” I whisper. There’s still sticky stuff between my ass cheeks, a mix of his cum and my own wetness. I have to dig at it with the loofah, and even then, the smell of sex clings to my skin, musky and sweet.
I’m so mad at myself.
I came here to get my shit together, not become a walking fuck toy for a pack of lunatics who think they’re werewolves. But my pussy doesn’t care about my plans. It’s pulsing again,empty and aching, and when I rub at the sore spot on my ass where Marcus spanked me. Now I’m wet all over again.
Hot water streams down my body. As I scrub, I remember how I begged him, how I cried out for release, how good it felt to be filled up and manhandled. The memory makes my stomach clench and my thighs squeeze together.
I press my forehead to the glass, breathing hard. I need to escape this place, I remind myself. I can’t let them do this to me again before it’s too late, and I end up pregnant because I couldn’t control myself.
But then I picture Marcus’s face when his eyes lit up after sniffing me, how he licked my ass like it was icing on a cake. My hand slips between my legs without thinking, and I rub myself, just once, to see how it feels. It doesn’t feel the same.
I need to stay in control. I need to keep my head clear so I can sneak off this island before they turn me into their baby factory.
I’m not some omega. I’m not.
Showered and barely holding it together, I wrap myself in a plush white bathrobe and stumble back to my bedroom. Every step reminds me of the throbbing between my legs, the soreness in my ass, the raw scrape along my clit where Marcus’s tongue worked me over.
I collapse into bed, still damp, not even bothering with underwear.
I’m so tired I can’t keep my eyes open, but every time I close them, I see his face, his mouth, the way he looked at me as I came apart on his tongue. I clench my thighs and groan, furious at myself for being so weak.
I need to rest. I need to make a plan. But I drift off to sleep before Ican think up any kind of plan.
I’m naked in a huge white bed, the sheets soft as silk, the room filled with golden light. The five men surround me: Ryker, Rex, Marcus, Alaric, and Lorenzo. They’re all naked too, cocks jutting from their bodies, faces hungry and intent.
Ryker kneels between my legs, his hands gripping my ankles. He spreads me open, and I whimper, exposed and vulnerable. His tongue is hot and soft as he licks a stripe from my clit to my asshole, pausing to circle the rim with lazy, taunting flicks.
