His beard rubs against my asshole as he adjusts his tongue to go deeper into my pussy hole.
The coarse hair scratches the sensitive ring of muscle, the slight pain mingling with the pleasure of his mouth on my pussy to create a sensation so intense I think I might pass out.
“He must be really hungry,” chuckles Ryker as the rest of the men watch me get eaten out in the air.
“Oh my god,” I moan, my thighs trembling around his head. “Marcus! Put me down!”
He chuckles against my pussy, the sound sending fresh waves of slick gushing from my core. His tongue delves deeper, curling inside me to stroke against my G-spot. I’m making noises I’ve never heard before. Literally high, desperate whimpers that echo through the room, punctuated by gasps and moans as his beard continues to tease my asshole.
I should be embarrassed by how quickly he’s bringing me to the edge, by how wet I am, by the way my hips are starting to rock against his face. But all I can think about is how goodit feels, how right, how perfect. My pussy throbs with need, my clit pulsing in time with my racing heart as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak.
And then I scream as he quickly works his tongue faster and faster around my clit.
My knees are shaking, my entire body quaking with my orgasm. He carefully lifts me off his face, and my face is burning as I scramble to pull my shorts and panties back up.
“Wow, well… like I was saying,” I say, scrambling to cover the silence. “I think I’ll be able to handle my heat alone in my room.”
Ryker shakes his head, his expression suddenly serious. “You can’t ride out the heat alone. It gets worse, not better. Without a knot to relieve the pressure, the pain becomes unbearable. Some omegas have gone into shock from it, even died.”
“You’re lying,” I accuse, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re just saying that to scare me.”
“I’m telling you the truth,” he insists, stepping closer until I can feel the heat radiating from his body. “I would never lie to you about something this important.”
I narrow my eyes, not entirely convinced, but my growling stomach interrupts our standoff. I realize I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and all this excitement has left me starving.
“I’m going to eat something,” I announce, pushing past Ryker and heading for the kitchen. “Alone.”
I pour myself a bowl of cereal with shaky hands, my pussy still throbbing for more. My thighs are slick with my own juices, the evidence of my arousal unmistakable. I sit at the island and start shoveling cereal into my mouth, trying to distract myself from how horny I’m feeling.
I’m halfway through my bowl when Lorenzo slides onto the stool across from me, his handsome face arranged in a concerned expression. “How are you feeling?” he asks softly.
I shrug, not looking up from my cereal. “I’m fine.”
“You’re scared,” he says, reaching across the island to place his hand on my wrist. His touch sends a jolt of electricity up my arm, my pussy clenching in response. “It’s okay to admit it.”
I jerk my hand away from his, hating how my body betrays me. “Of course I’m scared! I came here to make money, not have babies with a bunch of werewolves I just met.”
Lorenzo chuckles, the sound warm and affectionate. “Perhaps that’s your destiny, yes? To be our mate, to give us pups, to be cherished and protected for the rest of your life?”
I laugh, the sound brittle even to my own ears. “You’re delusional if you think I’m signing up for that.”
“Perhaps,” he concedes with a smile. “But we know you’re our fated omega. And we are ready to knot and claim you as ours forever the moment you say it.”
He leaves me to finish my cereal in peace, but his words linger in my mind as I wash my bowl at the sink. Being their omega, having their babies, being taken care of forever... part of me is horrified by the idea, but another part is intrigued.What would it be like to relax, to stop running, to just be what they say I am?
I shake my head hard, trying to dislodge the dangerous thoughts.
No. I have a plan.
Tonight, when they’re all asleep, I’ll slip away. There has to be another boat, another way off this island. I won’t be trapped here, won’t be forced into a life I never chose.
But even as I make the vow, my pussy throbs with need, my womb aching for the knot that brought me such pleasure. I press my thighs together, trying to ignore the slick leaking from my core.
Sixteen
ANYA
Later that same day, my feet are killing me as I kick off my brand new heels. It had been a long day of fun with Ryker and the pack after we went on a long date. At first, they looked like they were ready to fuck me after I had breakfast, but I brought up going on a date, so they didn’t suspect me of wanting to still escape.
