I stood, grabbing her thighs. “You’re sure that you’re sure?”
“Cooper, please,” she whined, and that was it. Pushing my sweats down to my thighs, I lined up my dick and thrust into her with more enthusiasm than finesse, filling her balls deep as she clung to my back.
“Yes,” I whispered, pulling her hips even closer and propping one arm against the wall so I could slide in at a slow, deep pace that was making her squirm.
Sweet fucking Goddess, she was tight around me. I’d never had a woman before. It had always been Darius for me. This was entirely different—not better or worse, just different. And I was going to blow.
“Touch your clit, Omega. Help me get you off.”
Then I thought about football scores. And that one time Jeremy at work slipped with a nail gun and attached his balls to a roof. Yeah, that one did it. The urge to blow ran away and hid after that visual memory. So I upped my stroke, going deeper and harder, until she was whimpering around me.
“Knot me,” she moaned. Oh fuck. I wanted nothing more in this moment than to fill her completely. I sent up a small prayer of thanks to her IUD, and succumbed to her moaned request.
I kissed her hard, drinking her down between large gulps of air. “Come for me,” I said, my voice all Alpha now. The Beast had risen at the idea of knotting this pretty Omega and he wasn’t going away. Like the good girl she was, she came around my cock, clawing me to her body and hanging on for dear life.
I heard the open and close of the front door, scented Beckett and Darius arriving home from the Sanctum. They’d smell what was happening in here too, but I didn’t know if they’d leave us to it or come in and join us. It didn’t really matter though; I would continue whether I had an extra set of hands to pleasure Kit with or not.
I pushed my swelling knot against her entrance, begging to be invited in. Nudging gently past the resistance of the outer ring of muscle, we were suddenly locked together, two halves of a whole, and she came again, shaking around me as I pumped softly, rubbing all those happy places inside her with my swollen dick.
Finally, with one more sloppy kiss, I filled her with my seed. It was everything and more. I looked down into her pretty brown eyes as she clung to me, her softness wrapped around my hard edges, one being just for a small moment.
I was so screwed.
The door burst open, and Darius stood there, his face pale. He looked between us—Kit wrapped naked around my body, me buried knot-deep inside her.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Cooper, there’s been a coup. The Alpha General is fighting for his seat. They say it's to the death.” His breaths came in heavy pants. “I tried calling the Sanctum, but there's no answer.”
Fuck.
14
BECKETT
Itried to make Darius stay at the Packhouse with Kitten, but he refused. Fucking stubborn Omega. But at least Kitten agreed. She didn’t want to be involved in Maxton bullshit or Manix politics, and for that, I was glad. Cooper stayed behind to protect her, but I knew he burned to be with us.
We drove the ATV at breakneck speed toward the Sanctum. We pulled up out the front, and already I knew something was wrong. I shifted forms, and the scent on the wind made me freeze.
“Blood,” I whispered, and Darius let out a pained cry, racing toward the front door of the Sanctum.
“Darius, wait!” Corvin yelled, but he was already halfway to the door. I sprinted to catch up, and grabbed him just as he reached for the handle.
“Me first, Omega,” I hissed. I pushed him behind me as the door swung open, and I sucked in a breath. A pool of blood stained the entry hall.
It smelled like Bonnie.
“No,” Darius breathed, pushing into my back to get in. I held him back—or maybe it was Corvin—as I let my senses search the house. No one else was here. I let him pass, and he rushed in. He squatted down, dipping his fingers in the now tacky blood. “Bonnie.”
Tears poured down his cheeks. Mine too. The loss of this much blood would be tough to survive—it meant extreme violence. Possibly death. But there was no body to be seen.
“Where are the children?” Corvin whispered.
Darius was up on his feet instantly, running further into the house like his own senses were wrong. “Kids? Taylor?” he shouted, running from room to room.
Corvin came up beside me, his body tense. “This is bad. I’m going to check next door.” Then he was gone.
He wasn’t wrong. This was worse than bad. This wasn’t an Alpha Challenge, this was a targeted attack on an Omega female. OnBonnie.
Darius reappeared. “They’re gone,” he whispered.
