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She shakes her head. “Not sore. Need…”
My fingers trace her, gathering up their combined release so I can push it back in. Whether she’s fertile or not right now, our spend should always be inside of her. It’s not even about getting her pregnant- though that thought provides an enormous swell of alpha pride; it’s about keeping her scent and ours mixed together, about knowing that part of us stays with her. Seeing where my mate has been has me turning to further stone, threatening diamond territory, as I angle my fingers to find the best places to stroke a woman.
She enjoys it, but it’s not enough. A finger will never be enough for an omega. Especially when she’s near a heat, as I suspect with the temperature fluctuations. Her body is going to demand to be stretched and knotted when she’s aroused.
This is the holy grail, and why alpha packs line up to find their perfect omega. They need the thing that only alphas can give them, and they need it often.
She’s pushing her hips onto my hand, using the force she has to fit my hand against her opening. It’s not exactly a knot, but she still tries. She whimpers in frustration, so I take my hand out gently and feed myself into her instead, being sure to move slowly so I don’t hurt her.
Fuck. It’s even better than I remember.
I swell immediately and being conscious this time for the whole act is pushing it to new levels. I feel exactly like Calai just explained- as though my body turns into starlight, with shooting stars zooming around inside of me as I work with her body and give her relief. I lick my claiming mark and she gives me a beautiful omega whine, making me growl in answer.
Before we found Calai, I wondered if all the stuff about our designations that we were taught was true. Some things just seemed so unlikely and fantastical that I was convinced they were imagined or exaggerated.
This is not one of those things.
The more I’m around her, the more alpha I feel. The closer our pack becomes, and the further I fall for her.
I take her mouth, use it to try and apologize for my heavy-handed way of capturing her. I’m still glad I stole her, but maybe I could have been kinder. Then again, I’d never been around an omega before in such an isolated setting, and I don’t think I could have been any less affected.
“Kit…”
My name on her lips is the thing that breaks me. I nearly collapse on top of her and James, still firmly locked into place. One hand goes around James’ neck, the other around Colter, and I hold my pack. My family.
I’m terrified to let it change, to add anyone into it. I know Parker told us that he’s pretty sure his brother is meant for Calai, but what if I want to be selfish? Would it be harmful or helpful for her to know that she had another mate? What if this is the thing that breaksher, but in a bad way?
I don’t know if I’m ready to tell her that they might be fated. I just got her. This pack is finally where it should be; and we can’t expect Calai to just adapt to every damn change we throw at her.
