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Hell no, I didn’t.
Anders came up behind me then, clapping me on the back and startling me from my memories.
“We’re getting ready to march. What are you daydreaming about?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking.”
“Well, come on and get in line. We’re getting ready to go.”
I fell in beside my friend, my eyes searching around for any sign of Wyatt, but I didn’t see him anywhere. Officers and other Alphas were around, of course, riding along the line, shouting orders and exhorting the soldiers to “straighten up those lines,” and “stop dragging your feet!” But there was no sign of Wyatt or Brandon.
As we marched, the chill of the morning passed reluctantly away as the sun rose higher. I saw Wyatt, sitting astride his big horse off to the side of the columns and talking to two other large men, one of whom was Brandon, though I didn’t recognize the other one. He was an Alpha from his size and very handsome like Brandon and Wyatt. Brandon pointed at me, our line of soldiers advancing toward them, and they all turned to look. I saw Wyatt pull on his horse’s reins to turn him and then head quickly toward me.
After a few moments he reached me and beckoned to me to break out of line and go over to him. I did so, and when I got closer, he nodded at me. “We need to talk. I’ve told your sergeant and he’s fine with it. Come and get on my horse, and we’ll go ahead a little and wait for the others to catch up. That’ll give us time to talk.”
Talk, huh? Why did I think there’d be more to it than that? As soon as I came closer, Wyatt leaned down and held out a hand and when I took it, he pulled me up in front of him, right on top of the huge horse as if I weighed nothing at all. The big, black horse glanced back at me and showed me the whites of its eyes. It snorted and pawed the ground, but Wyatt paid it no mind. He pulled me back in his lap, so my back was to his chest and turned his horse to ride away.
“Settle down, Midnight,” he said to the horse. “And you sit still and don’t fidget,” he instructed me. “You’re making him nervous.”
“Oh, I’m makinghimnervous,” I muttered and heard him chuckle behind me.
I knew that every man in the line’s eyes were on me. I tried to sit up straighter, so I wasn’t leaning on him so, but he pulled me back against him and held me there. I couldn’t look at any of them, but kept my eyes on the horizon, and I could only imagine the look on Anders’ face. I would have liked to be able to tell him what was going on, but it would have to wait.
We rode to the front of the long column and then just kept going, heading up the road toward the Daluri hills, the border between our land and the Crillians. We’d gone a couple of miles at least, when we came to a small bunch of trees sitting off the road a good way. Wyatt turned his horse and rode over into the shade.
We had curved around toward the stream again, and I could hear it crashing over the rocks from not too far away.
He swung a leg over his saddle and jumped down, still holding onto me, and swinging me up in his arms as we landed. It was a casual display of strength that was common with Alphas. He set me back on my feet and looked down at me.
“Did you miss me?”
I think the blush that followed that remark came all the way from my toes. The unmitigated arrogance of it made me raise my eyebrows and stare at him. He responded with a quick grin, and he put a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It wasn’t quick, like I thought it might be. In fact, he took his time with it and put his hands on my ass to pick me up and carry me effortlessly around to the backside of a huge, wide oak tree, where we’d be more or less hidden from anyone passing by. He held me up against it and pressed his body against mine.
“Gods,” he moaned into my ear. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you like this since last night. You took your potion this morning, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I replied, a bit sullenly, I admit.
“Good boy, but I could still smell you across the whole camp. Didn’t you wash?”
“Yes, I most certainly did,” I snapped, and this time my tone was definitely not nice. Who did he think he was to ask me such personal questions?
I gasped as he suddenly yanked my pack off my back to put it down beside me, and then he pulled down my pants and pushed them to my ankles. “Let me see,” he said, trying to turn me around.
I tried to hit him, but he caught my hand and twisted it behind me. Laughing at me, he went for my mouth again, mangling his lips against mine and sweeping his tongue possessively inside my mouth. He didn’t pull back until I was almost out of air and getting weak. As before, his kisses were rapidly tearing up my pheromones and bringing on my heat, so that I clung helplessly to his shoulders and moaned as I felt the slick begin seeping from me again. He turned me around to face the tree and began whispering in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
“Now this is how we’re going to do this. You’re going to bend over and spread those legs wide for me. You’re going to hold your little ass open, and I’m going to put my fingers in there and you’re going to ride them for a while. Then when you’re nice and ready for me, I’m fucking you right here,” he paused to illustrate by tapping with a well-placed finger. "Until you scream. I’ve waited long enough.” He bent me over, rubbing his fingers against my hole, and he was wrong about the screaming. It had already started.
He laughed softly and put one big hand over my mouth to stifle my shouts and moans of pleasure, and then he patted my ass and pushed lightly down on my back again so that I would do exactly what he’d told me to do and hold myself apart for him. I was pretty far gone already, so I did whatever he asked.
Wyatt gently pushed two fingers into my thoroughly slicked hole. He plundered around, stretching and playing with me while my eyes rolled back in my head, and I pushed back against him shamelessly. The big fingers swept over my prostate and my knees sagged in total surrender as I could feel my eyes roll back in my head. I began begging him at this point, just wordless sounds, but it got the point across. I wanted him inside me—as fast as possible.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he whispered to me, and I loved the dirty talk too. It was all making my pheromones go wild. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby. That’s right. Come on. A little harder now.”
Wyatt seemed a bit out of control, but I was so far gone, I wasn’t exactly a good judge. I did exactly as he told me to do, and I moaned and whimpered and strained so much I should have been embarrassed by it, but I was too far gone for that. I couldn’t get enough. He had three fingers inside me now and I wanted more. I wanted his knot, and I would have done anything to get it. Wyatt drove me wild for another few minutes and then pulled his fingers out and kissed my hole with the wet tip of his big cock. He nudged it a little harder. “Feel that, baby? Tell me if you want it?”
“Oh, gods, Wyatt. Yes. Please.”
“Please what? Tell me what you want.”
