If I were in her cunt, I’d allow it. I fuckingownher.
This is why I took her from behind, I knew it would be just enough to ground me, to make me harness my control, even if by a thread, to keep from truly hurting her.
Which allows me to refrain from biting her, too.
Volt is utterly lost to her, his mouth ravaging hers as he continues to unload inside her. She’s oblivious, lost to the carnality of the moment.
I maintain control here, guarding them both as they lose themselves to the sensations.
She’s full of our cum.
Full of our claim.
Marked by our intentions.
Possessed from the inside out.
It’s glorious perfection.
I kiss her throat, whispering in her ear about how proud I am of her for taking us. How good she feels coated in our arousal. How I want to live inside her ass. And I promise to take her again and again.
She quivers in response, her body clenching around us in a manner that says she approves.
I grin and lick her neck. “You were absolutely made for us, Clove,” I tell her softly. “And we were made for you.”
I feel her relax between us, her body well sated.
She’s going to fall asleep now.
That’s fine.
I’ll let her rest.
When she wakes, we’ll fuck her again.
Prove to her that she’s all we’ll ever need.
Show her what it means to be a Carnage Wolf.
And demonstrate just how we intend to care for her—our Omega.
Our sweet, darling little Clove.
26
VOLT
“You look well knotted, sweetling,” I murmur as I lift Clove out of the massive tub in the en-suite bathroom of Tieran’s room. Caius and I have similar amenities in our rooms at this beachfront estate, but Tieran led me and Clove to his quarters upon arrival.
Where we promptly fucked Clove on his bed.
She slept.
We fucked again.
And then I carried her to the bath.
She dozed a little in my arms with her head pressed against my chest, reveling in my purr.
