“You’ll get it. You’ll get everything you need, my lover, my mate. I’m not holding anything back, not tonight. I can’t.”
Those last two words were gasped out.
“For fear of being pushed out of the room, I need to ensure one thing is clarified.”
Tobias’ voice was like an icy slap, cooling my blood and Max’s, even if only for a minute. Max collected me up then, turning to face his brothers while pushing his cock hard against my butt, his claws teasing both nipples, taunting Tobias with his ministrations.
All while Tobias watched with a kind of pained fascination that led you to think he’d draw closer.
Except he wouldn’t.
He wouldn’t break, not until he was ready, and right now, he wasn’t, no matter how much he wanted it. Still, a dark, primal part of me liked to see the war he fought inside him, one he battled for me, just as his words were right now.
“He’ll claim you as his mate tonight.” Tobias didn’t pull his punches, hitting hard by shoving the reality into my face and forcing me to consider the implications, right when my body wanted no such thing. “He’ll sink his fangs into your neck and mark you indelibly as his.” His cool gaze grew heated then. “You won’t be able to get away then. You might take your time, come to each one of us individually, but it will mean something far more than a night of passion. You’ll be ours, finally, irrevocably, if you let him claim you.”
“That’s what you want, don’t you, omega?”
Max tipped my head back to meet his eyes, then ran his claws down my neck, forcing me to feel a precursor of what it would be like if he bit me. Delicious—that was what it was like.
While I was sure Red Riding Hood was written all those many years ago to warn girls of the predators that lurked in the forest, those who ran on four feet and those that ran on two, but some girls, they just wouldn’t be warned. They slipped between the tree trunks, clad only in a red cloak, advertising their presence and willingness to be prey.
He was clouding the issue, that was what had Tobias baulking, but could an omega make a conscious decision free of emotion? We were plagued by strange impulses, strange needs, and right now, Max had awoken every single one of them.
“Take me,” I told Max. “Take me and make me yours.”
40
“Are you wet for me, baby?” That came out as half growl, half purr. Max seemed to display me to the others, as if taunting them with what he had and they didn’t. Taloned fingers slid between my thighs, then separated, rubbing either side of my clit while it was still sensitive. The movement, the feel of those sharp nails and strong fingers, had me squirming, but he just held me tighter against him. “But just for me, right?”
His palm covered my entire mound, his fingers curling over, but when two pushed in, I felt a pang of fear as those claws entered me, but when they kept on curling, rubbing against that tender spot that ached for him, they were reassuringly blunt.
“Just for you,” I said, gasping as I felt myself gush all over his hand.
I wanted him to keep going, to feel those persistent fingers rubbing and rubbing until the blunt pleasure it provoked sharpened. My thighs spread wider, trying to make it easier for him to do just that, but instead, he pulled his hand away, licking it clean. I made a sound of protest, but he just chuckled in response.
“Yeah, it is.” He pushed me forward, his hand holding me down, my nose buried in the sheets, and somehow, that was just right. “Body and soul—that’s what I want, and that’s what I’m going to get. You’re all mine. Say it, Sage! I’ve been waiting too long to hear you say it.”
My heart beat frantically, as if sending out a desperate semaphore to alert me to what was coming. I was standing on a precipice, it made that clear, and I was making a decision to jump. Only there was something about being an omega that wasn’t in the pamphlets or the scientific literature—we might be hardy enough to be part of a ruling pack, making the decisions for the benefit of a town and then having the will to ensure they were followed out, but we also craved the jump. Max had me, I knew that somehow, his strong grip and rasping voice as he described everything he wanted to do to me providing me a lifeline as I stepped over the edge.
“I’m yours, Max.” The words exploded out of me, and I felt the repercussions immediately and so did he. “Yours.”
“Yes, you fucking are.” His voice was a vicious snarl now, but I wasn’t afraid. I’d lured the wolf closer willingly, and now I was pushing away the red cloak, needing nothing between him and me. “Makes me want to rut you, slam my fucking cock inside you, and keep on fucking you until your body parts and lets me in.” Claws trailed down my spine. “You’re going to let me in.” There was no question, no option for me to agree to, just a stated fact. “You’re going to take every inch of me.” As if to tantalise me, tease me, his knuckles brushed briefly over my seam, making me beg for more. “But first you need to come, to make you all soft and wet. Once on my tongue, but if you can take more, you should. Once on my fingers, as I stretch you open, ready for my knot.”
“Please, Max…” I begged him over and over as I felt him shift on the bed.
“Don’t move from this position. I need you like this, presenting your wet cunt to me, ready to be bred. That’s going to happen too, omega, so start getting yourself ready for that. We’re gonna pump you full of our cum, make your belly swell with our cubs, and worship you through the whole fucking pregnancy.”
The instinctive fear single women had of getting pregnant tried to rear its head, but it was squashed down by her. This was right. This was me. This was us. Primal instincts had my hips tilting backwards, increasing the arch in my spine, as if to lure him closer. He recognised that with a low chuckle, right before I felt his tongue slide all over the part of me that ached.
He licked me from clit to arse but was slow with it, as if he wanted to map every damn inch of me with his tongue, slip the tip into every nook and cranny, slurp up the slick I kept producing in noisy slurps, but any noise he might be making was drowned out by me. My voice might have been muffled by the bedding, but my groans came out loudly and in time with every sweep of his tongue, turning into something almost pained when his claws dug into my arse as he held me open to bury it inside me.
He was teasing me with this, the liquid flicker of his tongue feeling like everything I needed and not enough. My own fingers became claws as I dug them into the bed, trying to hold the position, while alien urges rode me. I wanted to flip him over, straddle his fucking face, and then rut against it, slamming his nose into my clit over and over as he struggled to keep up. Only I wasn’t in control right now, he was.
“Feeling needy, omega?” My reply was nothing more than a strangled sound as he rubbed his fingertips over my clit. “Then you better cum. Bathe my face with your slick, baby. Give that to me.”
I was already wound tight, feeling a harsh, fractious energy inside me, making me want to fight against his order to hold this position. I ached, and his tongue sliding up inside me didn’t resolve that. It was too soft, too sweet, while there was a savage inside me as well, and it knew what it needed.
Knotting.