42. Fennik

Chapter 42

Fennik

M y fangs drop as her omega scent hits me. It calls to me, leading me home. My alpha answers with a rumbling thunder deep in my chest.

Claim. Mine.

The thought is primal, instinctual. It blocks out everything but the need to go to her.

The icy tunnel ends, and I tumble into her perfume-saturated nest. The sight of my omega steals my breath. She’s there in a pile of furs and blankets. Her white hair has turned a deep crimson that’s almost purple. The blood-orange color isn’t what stops me short.

Randi is in the present position, her beautiful round ass in the air and her thighs glistening with slick. I suck in her scent and get a whiff of her pain-laced lust. My poor little dove has needed us.

She makes this little whine that shatters my wolf.

“Oh, my sweet girl.”

“Hurts. Alpha!” she whimpers, the words repeating like a mantra of need.

“We’re sorry it took so long. What a good girl you are for waiting.” I fill my voice with my alpha’s praise.

She’s been hurting all alone.

She looks over her shoulder, and those bright eyes are big and pleading. “Please,” she cries, her body trembling.

“I promise we’re here. No more waiting.” I rush to her, pulling her into my arms.

She’s a desperate tangle of limbs. Her mouth is on my neck as her hands fumble with the button on my pants. At her whine, I cup her jaw and hold her in place, forcing her eyes to me.

“Breathe, baby girl. Slow down. I’ve got you,” I reassure her, trying to curb my desperation.

The haze of rut sits like a tight weight at the back of my neck, her scent dragging me under. This isn’t how I wanted her heat to start, but I refuse to let her stay in any more pain.

“Alpha.” Her voice is hoarse, and the title is full of an omega’s command. It’s a tug that yanks on my wolf.

“Whatever you need, baby girl,” I promise.

Randi wiggles, dragging her wet center along my thigh. She’s so slick she’s dripping. Her omega scent is dense honey and sweet oranges topped with whipped mint. It’s so fucking delicious I want to howl.

I grit my teeth, barely pulling down my slacks and getting my cock free before she sits on my lap. Her thighs shake as she takes me with a hard press of her hips. She throws her head back, her eyes glazed and unfocused as she chants, begging for my knot. I get lost in her feverish bare skin sliding against my chest.

It’s necessary to lick my way down her throat and let my teeth graze her with the promise of my bite. I can’t get enough of her sweetness, sucking and licking my way to one rosy nipple. I flick my tongue around the tip before tugging it into my mouth. Her pussy squeezes, and she whines, her voice a sultry plea for my knot.

The way she’s desperate for what only her mates can give her makes my wolf wild with the need to stuff her full, sink my claim in her neck, and let her get round with my babies.

“Omega,” I purr, fingers sliding into her hair and fisting until she looks at me.

“Alpha. I need your knot.”

I thrust my hips, grinding myself deep as I stroke my fingers over clit. “What a good omega you are, little dove. I love how you’re begging me so sweet.”

A cursed shout and a roaring blaze break the rising rut haze. I jerk my head in time to see Gunnar and Knox tumble from the fire with a spitting burst. The fire line flashes, turning the same color as our mate’s new hair.

Randi whines anew, arms reaching for them, speech slurred.

My hands steady her hips. “They came for you. We’re all here.”

She melts at my words, some of the frantic tension easing. I thrust, pulling her hips down and teasing my already swelling knot at her entrance. Her pussy clenches in a flood of slick heat.

“Bite. Knot,” Randi pleads.

I cast a pointed glance at Gunnar and Knox.

Gunnar tugs at his clothing, grumbling as he strips. “Yeah, well, some of us had to carry vamps, and you’re unnaturally fast for your age.” When his pants hit the floor, he dives for her.“You smell so fucking good, beautiful.” He drapes himself over her back, his mouth on her neck and his fingers plucking her nipples. “You look so pretty riding our alpha’s cock.”

She moans at Gunnar’s touch and grinds on my knot, rolling her hips until the intense pressure gives way to bliss when it locks in place.

“That’s what you need—your alpha’s knot,” I purr.

Randi shakes in our arms as her orgasm takes her. Knox watches, cock hard and shadows writhing, but he doesn’t move to join.

“Get the fuck over here,” I bark, asserting my wolf’s dominance. Knox may be powerful, but he will defer to me in this horde. “She needs all of us.”

She says his name, and it’s full of longing.

“Shit… okay… baby.” Knox breaks at the sound, his shadows reaching for her. The dark, silky bands circle her waist and pin her wrists to her sides while he strips. “I’m here. I promise. I was trying not to crowd you.”

She becomes a horny, desperate mess, grinding on my knot and letting loose a guttural whine the moment the three of us are touching her.

“Bite,” she pleads.

Gunnar moves to strike, but I clasp his throat, holding him back. He snarls, but I ignore it, eyes on Knox. My wolf demands it be the three of us.

“Together,” I insist.

He kneels at her side, leaning in and whispering in her ear. Randi likes whatever he says, her needy whine spurring me on. The serpent’s eyes glow violet, his throat bobbing as sharp fangs descend over his original mark. I release my snarling pup. Gunnar sinks his teeth into her neck, and I follow, my fangs piercing the other side as the serpent strikes her shoulder.

Blood pools in my mouth. The nest swells with our scents. I hang on as energy pulses between us, my cock so hard it hurts. A bright light sears, dancing behind my eyelids. I blink and Randi’s back glows. She clamps down on my knot, shaking and moaning. The sounds are sweet now, the pleading turning into a chanted yes.

My orgasm rushes over me as my knot expands and I fill her with my cum. The mate bond snaps into place, her soul flame bright in my chest and ecstasy pumping in my veins.

I nurse my mark, sealing the bite as she floats between us, her lips pressing anywhere she can reach. The energy in the air settles, turning to sweet contentment. The mate bond thrums, her sweet omega weaving together with my alpha.

When my wolf is satisfied and Randi is a soft, pliant thing in my arms, I have the others help us into the soft blankets. Our dragon passes out, her breathing turning deep as I situate her on my chest. Three glowing mate runes follow the curve of her spine, blinding in their glow.

“Come here, pup.” I curl my finger at Gunnar.

He bends down, and I take his lips, slow and sweet. My palm travels over the mate rune on his sculpted pec opposite his branded dragon. When he’s breathless, his sage spiking, I pull back to study his rune.

Gunnar’s mate mark is healthy-looking, the skin around it free of bruising or deep veins. When Knox wove our energy into the red stone, it somehow allowed us to share power. I could feel us giving him strength and his magic feeding ours. I don’t know if we share his mate rune or if his power helped awaken our dying wolf magic. Either way, it’s because of Knox that we’re here. We need him as much as she does.

“Knox?”He opens his mouth, and I can already see the snark about to fall from his lips, so I keep talking before he can ruin the moment. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re here.”

I eye his rune pointedly. It’s healing already, the rune glowing though faint. Our energy continues to thrum, and there’s an open line between us.

Even though I can feel his gratitude for our link, his lips curl into a smirk. “Just wait. You haven’t even seen my cock in action yet.”

“Nobody cares about your dick.” Gunnar knocks Knox on the back of the head, then curls up on my side. His fingers find Randi’s hair. “I guessed the blue of her eyes right, but I didn’t expect the red hair.” With a yawn, he starts a soft purr and throws his leg over mine.

“Not to be a contradictory prick, but she’s not really red. Her coloring is magenta. It’s the mix of her red and blue energy strands,” Knox explains, leaning down to kiss the back of her palm before he lies at our feet.

He keeps room between us, his thoughts heavy in the bond, but his shadows can’t stay away. They twist and caress, creating a mesmerizing pattern as they swirl around her. Knox is nervous, like Gunnar, about how we all fit. But I feel it now, how all the pieces come together.

I answer his unasked question. “You belong here, as much as any of us.”

Gunnar’s sleepy voice adds, “We’re in this together.”

“We should embroider that on a pillow.”

“You little shit.” I toss a pillow at Knox, but a shadow band catches it before it lands.

He stuffs it under his head, throwing me a smug grin.

Randi nuzzles into my chest, and my eyes return to her. She looks right there, curled up between the three of us. Her perfume has dissipated, but this is only the beginning of her heat.Gunnar’s purr turns to snores, and Randi’s warm breath puffs on my chest, creating a comforting trance. I let go, knowing that we’re finally where we’re supposed to be.

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