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“There will be no time for wooing,” he says, frowning. “Not if there is a risk she reveals.”
Our eyes meet. Is he saying what I think he is? That we should take a more barbaric approach like our ancestors might, take the lass and force her into heat, breed her so her fate is sealed irrevocably with ours?
Blood surges into my cock, and it thumps against my leather pants with unmistakable interest.
“It’s well known that omegas have a great capacity for carnality. They’re very demanding of an alpha and his cock.” He smirks, eyes dropping to my crotch. “Are you getting hard, Lor? Do you want me to relieve that for you so we can properly converse?”
He steps up to me and runs his knuckles along the length of my cock, which has risen to an unmistakable bulge. I growl but don’t stop him as he squeezes me roughly through my pants.
He steps away with a smirk, the bastard. He likes to push me sometimes, just to see what I will do. “We’ll claim her together, and by whatever means we must. If we don’t move swiftly, some other fucker will swoop in.”
“And that is our plan?”
His jaw sets. “I’m not willing to give her up. I want you in on this. I want to do this together. But you are your own man, Lor. You know how I feel about you, and how I feel about her. I’ve made myself more than clear. I think I always knew she was destined to be my mate. It feels fucking right to claim her with you.”
“And what about us?” I ask, more casually than I feel. It’s not unusual for soldiers to form relationships, to rut and fuck. “One of us would slip up at some point; we are too familiar with each other in that way” —and I am a dominant bastard who likes rutting done his way— “I don’t know this woman, save through your words, but any omega’s awakening must be a tumultuous time. However we facilitate this, she still has to respond and accept. Throwing us together into the mix is a lot. She may not respond to two mates, be they barbarian or otherwise. And even if she does, she might not want two mates who are also together.”
“But what if she does,” he says softly. He smiles, the smile that has ever gotten Aston all he wants.
The cocky bastard knows he’s got me.
* * *
Present day…
Aston
I admit that, despite planning this, I still haven’t thought some of it through. As Lor said, my feisty omega in hiding has gotten me good. My balls are fucking throbbing. I nearly emptied my stomach over the forest floor a short time ago. None of this has stopped the blood from pounding into my dick. Her scent is all up in my nose, and the brief moment during which my hands were on her felt so fucking right.
I want to put my hands on her again. I want to do a whole lot more.
Only, I think we have gotten off to a bad start. One I’m not sure how to fix it. Perhaps I should have talked to her and not taken the savage approach, as Lor coached me while we were planning to snatch her.
It’s too late now, and I wouldn’t take it back either way. I want her. I wanted her two fucking years ago, but she was so young then. Besides, my visit was fleeting. The orcs were pushing forward, and fighting men were needed at the front. The dangers were clear and present. There was a risk I might not return, something you soon accept as you fight for your life to protect your people. How could I claim her, love her, and then leave her? Possibly make her a widow. At least, that is what I told myself, and yet it seems fate has other plans for us. I feel like I’ve been drawn to her my whole life. The way her cute little button nose is twitching as she scents us, and her body pumps out the unmistakable markers of lust, tells me this is not a folly on my part. She’s not cowed by what we do or even intimidated.
The alpha in me enjoyed the tussle, even though my balls are fucking aching. I feel proud that she put me in my place.
Her hand lifts from her hip and settles at her throat. She’s so fucking beautiful. Tiny.Precious.The lass is an image that would surely set the Goddess herself weeping and bring mortal men to their knees. The dichotomy that exists between alpha and omega is realized in this room. Unknown forces rush around us. It feels like the walls are closing in as I walk forward slowly, one step at a time, giving her the opportunity to back away, to tell me to fuck off, to kick me in the balls again if she is so desiring. Yet, I know she won’t because the pull between us is something extraordinary.
I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise to attention, even as my blood pounds south. As I stop before her, her eyes lift to meet mine. Lor moves closer, too, until he is behind her. He places his left hand against the back of her neck. There is no mistake in the little tell when her breath catches, breasts rising and falling unsteadily, nor the spark that enters her eyes.
My nostrils flare. I boldly told him that he would mate her as well as me. And yet, I hadn’t thought that part through either, beyond the fact that I desired them both, that he had become part of my life and I couldn’t imagine him not being in it, and that I’d enjoyed sharing women with him in the past. It seemed only natural that he would share this one, too: our mate.
But now, as I see his hand upon her and her response to it, it is like a fire blazing deep in my gut, igniting feelings I don’t fully understand. I step closer, as does Lor until we are boxing her smaller body between ours. The faint tremble in her hand at her throat is equal to the shake in my own hand.
There is no need for the mask, yet I leave it on. Beyond the closed door and shuttered windows, there is quietness as the snow falls. It will be settling, trapping us together just as I had intended.
“A lad has been sent to your mother. He will notify her that you have been forced to shelter with the clan. She will not be expecting you back until the snow clears.”
I gather her hand from where it is locked around her throat, and, eyes on hers the whole time, I lift it to my lips and kiss the knuckles. She shivers, her lips parting, inviting me in. And I need a taste… I need a taste more than I need my next breath.
As our lips meet, I feel a spark. A groan escapes me as she opens to the kiss, and when my tongue traces along her plump lower lip and dips inside, her tongue meets mine. A growl rumbles up in my chest, shifting to a purr. I can scent her along with Lor. The two scents I love merge, making a potent cocktail of arousal.
She emits a needy whimper. I deepen the kiss, my hand resting on the front of her throat and my thumb gentle against the pulse point, feeling it thump wildly. Gods, she is so sweet. My mouth moves over hers, gaining urgency. Her hands are on my chest, sweeping up.
Somehow, I manage to break the kiss, breathing heavily, chest heaving, aware that we are moving fast. I blink down at her, trying to rouse myself from this lusty stupor into which I have sunk. Her scent blooms richer, utterly captivating. It’s like a bolt of electricity running down my body, bringing a tightness to my balls and an urgent throbbing to my cock.
“Omega.” Lor’s gruff voice barely penetrates the spell.
