Imeet Volt’s gaze.
There’s only one way this is going to work and the subtle nod he gives me says he understands that.
I don’t trust my wolf not to claim her, which means I can’t fully knot her. But Volt can. If he bites her, the bond won’t snap into place. It needs my blessing as the clan leader.
And as much as I want to claim Clove, I can’t.
Not yet.
We’ve only just begun discussing this situation, and her willingness to share me says we’re not ready. Because she doesn’t yet understand what it means to be our Omega. My anger isn’t directed at her, it’s meant for her pack and the sorry excuse of an Alpha who raises the Nantahala females to accept such disrespectful practices.
A harem is fine.
But not when you have a mate.
A mate is meant to be cherished and worshiped, not degraded to a life of constant servitude. To take other women while in her presence is just so fucking wrong. To force the women to just accept it is even worse.
I’ve known about Alpha Bryson’s penchants for years.
Ever since he tried to give me his daughter as a gift. Not as a mate, but as a fuck doll.
Because he knows how Carnage Wolves operate.
Which makes Clove’s existence all the more suspicious. Her mother was a mixed breed, something he very likely knew.
But Clove clearly didn’t.
I know what she smells like when she lies now. Everything she’s told us until her little statement today has been the truth.
Including the words she just said about needing our knots.
I circle her clit with my tongue, praising her for giving us the truth, then lick downward to lap up her decadent slick.
Definitely Omega, I think, purring in approval.
Only Omegas can produce this moisture and the scent is fucking divine. I have no doubt that it’s driving Alpha Mackin mad right now. But he won’t dare come down here. He also has a deck full of fresh sea air to breathe.
Beta Lock won’t be a problem. While they react to an Omega’s need, they don’t possess the same need to take and claim.
Volt removes his jeans and shoes, then kneels on the bed to lift Clove’s shirt. She’s panting, ready for more, but we’re going to take our time, savor her, and make every minute count.
She needs to understand that she will be it for us.
We will crave no one else.
“Omegas are so incredibly sexual,” I say against her damp flesh. “It’ll be a full time job for us to ensure your needs are always met, Clove. We’ll be too exhausted to take anyone else.”
“Nor will we want to,” Volt adds as he reveals her breasts. “You’re all we’ll ever want for the rest of our lives.” He bends to take her stiff nipple in her mouth, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
At least until he bites her, which elicits a low hiss from her mouth.
“Don’t ever insult us with the mention of taking other women again, Clove,” I say, watching as Volt’s tongue soothes the indent in her breast. He didn’t break the skin, but he certainly left an impression. “We don’t want a harem. And I will not take another Omega. Only you.”
I nibble her sweet little nub, watching as passion blends with pain in her features. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing her come undone, making her realize what it means to have us in her life.
“You’re ours,” I whisper.
“And we are yours,” Volt says on a low growl.
