It was in that moment that I knew we couldn’t move her to our Packhouse. She’d be happy; we’d make sure of it. Maybe deliriously happy, if I had my way. But she’d be happier out here.
I watched her face as she explained about extinguishing the wild boar problem out here, about cultivating a herd of deer, and only picking off one a year to feed herself. About salting and drying the meat and storing it to eat over the year. She pointed out small areas where she’d planted patches of vegetables in convenient locations without having to clear a bunch of land. The only things she bought from town were bags of flour and curing salt.
“It’s a bit different this year. The season has been historically dry after last year's rains. The undergrowth is too long, which makes it dangerous.”
Beckett was murmuring something about talking to the Alpha General once he healed up, or even Radic, but I stopped listening. The way the sun touched her head, the warmth of that golden hour before the sunset made her look angelic.
I wonder if I could love a person this quick. I knew I was definitely in awe of her, but I’d been an Omega my whole life. We were drawn to Pack life—we didn’t thrive by ourselves. Now that I’d been here, seen her home, where she lived, I was beginning to understand what she’d really lost when she became an Omega. She was free once.
Now, no matter how we tried, she’d always be caged.
She led us over to a log that sat under a large tree. A small stone cairn sat below it. “I come out here sometimes and still talk to Lorso. I know that he isn’t here anymore, not even in spirit. But it gets lonely.”
I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms. “Not anymore, Kitten. Never again. Whether you stay with us or not, you’ll never be alone again. Unless you want to be. No pressure.”
Corvin snorted. “You’re so fucking cute, Darius.”
I gave him the finger, and kissed her sweetly. “Just want you to be happy.”
I looked down at the grave in front of us, and silently thanked Lorso for raising her. For keeping her safe. Corvin and Beckett hadn’t been wrong all those years ago; Betas were treated as second class, and half-blooded Betas were basically chew toys for orphaned Alphas. Or full-blooded Alphas. For anyone really. No, they may have been dumb kids, but they’d made the right choice.
We sat out there for hours, listening to the animals in the woods, long after the sun went to bed. Corvin lit a small fire, and we sat around and bonded, the way a Pack should. My Beast rumbled happily from where I rested back against Corvin, his fingers stroking through my hair. Kitten was snuggled between Cooper and Beckett as they rested against the log.
This was right, perfect, and all I had to do was convince Kitten the same thing.
16
KITTEN
“Fuck, Corvin, please!”
Cooper laughed against my back as he stroked his thumbs over my nipples, then pinched them with a firmness that was just on the pleasurable side of pain. He seemed to know that line intimately, and he was teaching me my limits, one teasing bite at a time.
But it wasn’t those teasing fingers on my breasts that had me panting right now. No, it was the man between my thighs, whose tongue was doing truly wicked things which were driving me insane.
Trapped between them was a position I often found myself in now, and I wasn’t even a little bit mad about it. It wasn’t always Corvin and Cooper. Sometimes it was Darius and Beckett, or Beckett and Corvin, or all four of them.
Those times were my favorite. We were just a mass of bodies, writhing in pleasure, and it didn’t matter where one of us ended and the other began. It was more frenzied, more animalistic. That was when the Beasts really came out to play.
I hadn’t managed to get any of them to fuck me in their full Manix form since the heat, but honestly, without all those pheromones giving me huge lady balls, I wasn’t sure I could take it.
Corvin nipped at my clit, dragging me from inside my head with a scream. “Goddess, fuck!” Then I was coming all over his face, while he continued fucking me with his long and surprisingly dexterous tongue.
I flopped back against Cooper’s chest with a heaving pant. “Uh-uh, Kit. You aren’t done yet.” He slid me up his body a little, before impaling me on his cock. “Oh fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned against my ear. He slid me back up, taking control. My body was sweaty, helping me glide along his chest with ease, and I looked up at Corvin kneeling at the end of my bed, stroking his cock.
“One day, Kitten, we’ll both fuck you like this. My cock and Coop’s, sliding in and out of your delicious little sheath. We know you can take it. You took the Beast.” He flicked my engorged clit, just once, making both me and Cooper moan as I clenched around him.
“Fucking hell, Corvin. Stop or I’ll blow, and I’m not ready to be done yet.” As if to punctuate his words, Cooper slid me up and down his dick at a faster pace, before grunting and banding an arm around my waist, pushing forward until I was on my stomach and he was behind me, fucking me into the mattress. He kissed between my shoulder blades as he went deeper, hitting new places, places I didn’t even know I had.
“You’re so perfect for us,” he whispered against my skin. Or at least I thought he did—it was hard to hear over the slapping of our skin. “Omega,” he growled in an inhuman voice, and his teeth scraped my shoulder. The Beast was out to play too.
I arched toward his mouth. I wanted him to bite me, but I also didn’t. My heart said yes, but my head was arguing. She was still a scaredy bitch.
Stuffing his hands under my hips, he tilted my pelvis a little, and hit a spot that made me scream so loudly, I wondered if the Legion would come.
I was definitely coming. I buried my screams of pleasure into the mattress, and Corvin splattered his seed over my body. Yes. I wanted to bathe in his cum. I wanted him to own me, scent me. I wanted all of them to mark me as theirs.
Fucking Omega hormones.
