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My slick was flowing out of me and sliding down my legs by this time, defying the potion I’d taken that morning. He slipped a broad finger inside me and groaned. “I knew it—I knew you were an omega!” He began lavishing kisses on my face and my neck. “Damn you. Damn you,” he said, over and over again.
His hand was busy at his waist, and I knew he was undoing his trousers and freeing his big cock. He had hiked me up against his groin, making me straddle him, and holding me there effortlessly with one hand. His huge dick was nudging and bumping my ass as he bent to kiss me again like he was ravenous for my mouth, like he couldn’t get enough of me. Pulling away, he glared down at my face, and something had changed behind those glowing eyes of his. I thought it probably didn’t bode well for me, but I clutched Wyatt’s broad shoulders anyway, and wild horses couldn’t have pulled me away. I rested my forehead against his after he kissed me, and he spoke to me in a low, rough, urgent voice.
“I have to have you now. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” was all I could manage, because despite the spell Barbarosa Lagoon had put on me, my pheromones were raging wildly inside me, and I was suddenly in full heat. I wanted him so much it was shocking, because it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. How was this even possible? The witch had said I’d be safe from having a heat cycle as long as I took my potion daily, without fail and I’d done that. So how could this be happening to me, because I was fully in heat? I was still grinding against him and clawing at him, like some mindless creature. I wanted him so much. I never wanted anything this much before in my life.
Then, as if Barbarosa were standing right beside me, her warning rang in my ears.Only the one called the noble warrior has the power to save you, but he will also bring about your fate. He alone has the power to break my spell.
The “noble warrior?” Could that be Wyatt? Was he the one who had broken Barbarosa’s spell? But how? Why?
I couldn’t think. I was too weak from wanting him inside me, my hole was still clenching and unclenching with need. I wanted him to fill me up, to make love to me until this dizzying lust inside me was satisfied. I could feel my slick flowing, and my come was leaking from me too, thick and heavy between us, and it all seemed to be making him crazy. It had already long since driven me out of my mind. His breathing was coming faster and faster, and he was looking around wildly, as if for a place to take me so he could have his way with me. I was in a full-blown lust haze, and oh my god, it was the worst possible time for this to happen. If the other Alphas here at camp found out—if they scented me somehow—then they’d line up to fuck me, taking turns until they killed me, and all with my full and enthusiastic approval.
I was totally on board with all the fucking, but mostly dizzy with lust for this one, beautiful Alpha. I wanted him so much I thought I’d die from it, and I humped him over and over, saying, “Please, please, please…” until I was more out of control than I had ever been before.
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Wyatt
Some small shred of sanity in my mind kept me from taking him right there and then, no matter what I’d said. Because I knew that once I started with him, I’d tie up with him and we wouldn’t be able to be parted from each other for hours. Then there was the danger of the other Alphas who were in camp—once they scented him, they’d come pouring out of camp looking for him, and we were both incredibly lucky that this had happened outside by the river, with a stiff breeze blowing away from the tents. I had an inner imperative to keep him safe, but I wasn’t sure how to go about doing that.
The sweet smell of luscious strawberries filled the air around him, and I couldn’t even breathe properly. I wanted him like nothing and no one I’d ever wanted before, so much so that I actually felt dizzy for a moment.
The strongest, most primal urge I’d ever experienced came over me, exhorting me to throw him to the ground, fuck him, and knot him until we were both too exhausted to keep on, and then carry him off somewhere to lick him all over for a while until he woke up and I could start the cycle all over again. I was still rational enough to know that was unusual. I’d been attracted to plenty of omegas before, and even to Rory, who was beautiful and sweet. But the way I was feeling just wasn’t normal for any Alphas I knew, including me. I’d only seen that kind of behavior once before, with Lex and Rory, who were true mates.
And I was suddenly rocked by the thought.
I heard the words in my head again…that kind of behavior usually happened only with true mates. I pushed the thought away from me almost as soon as I was aware of it. I couldn’t even think about such craziness right now, because there was no time for this. Any minute now, someone would come looking for one or the other of us, and then I didn’t know what we’d do.
I put him down on his feet and pushed him forcibly away from me—the hardest thing I’d ever had to do—holding onto his shoulders to keep him at arm’s length. He whimpered and cried and tried to get back closer to me, and I had to hold him off, which almost killed me. I peered down into his face and made him look me in the eye while I spoke urgently to him.
“Darcy, listen to me. Tell me what you’ve been doing to hide the fact that you’re an omega. It was magic of some kind, wasn’t it? Tell me the spell you’re using. Do it now.”
I had to repeat myself a few times to get his attention, and it finally took dragging him over to the stream and threatening to throw him in it to get him to pay attention to my words and stop trying to climb all over me. He stumbled during our struggle and fell to the ground, so I knelt down beside him on the bank where he’d fallen, helped him sit up and shook him a little to calm him down. I wished I had someone to shake me too, because I was having trouble thinking straight with my hands on him like that.
“Darcy! Baby, listen to me. What kind of spell were you using to stop your heat?”
He shook his head, wrinkling up his forehead. “No spell. A potion.” He looked up directly at me, his eyes wide. He was so happy to be able to give me an answer. “The witch—she gave me a potion. Just a drop or two every day, she told me.”
“Where’s this potion now?”
He tried to twine his arms around my neck and pull me in for a kiss instead of answering, but I managed to hold him off without being too rough with him and just kept saying the words over and over again.
“The potion, Darcy. Where is it? Is it in your tent?”
“My tent, yes. Yes. In my pack.”
He tried to kiss me again, and this time I couldn’t resist. I gave him a brief, hard kiss and held it longer than I’d intended to, but he felt so good in my arms that I couldn’t let him go.
This was definitely the mate-scent I was smelling in his pheromones, and it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I ached for this sweet boy; I craved him. I wouldn't be able to rest until I claimed him. I felt humbled that the gods had brought this rare creature to me. This was my mate, and I would give my life to keep him safe and beside me.
There were rumors about true mates. It was said that it was a rare and special mark of the gods’ favor if and when you met yours, but it also could be a curse. A man who found his true mate would never be truly happy with anyone else, and if the mate left or died, the Alpha couldn’t go on without him. On the other hand, an Alpha was more likely to get his true mate pregnant than anyone else too.
I heard someone walking toward us from the trail, and I jumped to my feet, putting him behind me and holding him there with one hand. I heard Brandon calling my name.
“Wyatt? Wyatt, is that you by the stream? I need to tell you something.”
As much as I loved my cousin, and despite our tight bond, I crouched down, ready to attack him if need be to protect my omega. A loud growl escaped my throat, and I saw Brandon falter to a stop, peering into the gloom by the stream.
