Her expression hardens a bit as she studies me, some sort of resolve snapping into place.
There’s my survivor,I think, intrigued by the shift from meek and innocent to fierce and determined.
This must be related to the trials she told me about, how she proved herself to be strong enough for an Alpha in her pack.
The mating requirements there are different.
Nantahala Alphas mate other Alphas because that’s how they produce the strongest offspring. Yet the males want to control the females, hence their warped pack dynamics.
Meanwhile, Carnage Alphas need an Omega to even be able to procreate, which drives the whole structure of our hierarchy.
However, that doesn’t mean our Omegas are weak.
They’re delicate in size but mighty in spirit.
And Clove is proving to be no different.
She holds my gaze with a boldness now that has my abdomen clenching with excitement.
I purr for her, demonstrating my approval.
And then I groan as she places her palm directly on my groin.
No hesitation.
No holding back.
Just a knowing squeeze that has my muscles straining with the need to take her. To rip off my pants andfuckher.
I swallow instead, my hands still trapped behind my head.
She leans down to kiss my chest, my skin vibrating beneath her mouth as I strive to continue releasing those vibrations for her.
But it’s hard.
So. Damn.Hard.
Especially with her squeezing my shaft like that through my sweats.
She travels down to the base, her body stilling above mine as she finds my throbbing knot.
I hold my breath, unsure of what she’ll do.
And nearly growl as she begins kissing a path down my abdomen.
“You’re a fucking natural at this, sweetling,” Volt murmurs, his fingers still trailing up and down her spine.
He releases her as she nears the waistband of my sweats, his gaze fixated on the back of her head.
I follow suit, my chest stuttering as I force myself to inhale, to maintain that rumbling purr.
This is so much more intense than I anticipated. I’m going to fucking come before she even really touches me.
Her tongue tentatively tastes the skin beneath my pants, her mouth fixated on the muscle near my hipbone.
Then she slowly starts to tug my pants down.
It’s fucking torture.
