Chapter Seven
Shilo
I’d known he was a striking wolf the moment I saw him in that cage. When I saw him showered with Kenny, I’d seen his paternal side, and how he looked when clean.
Standing among my pack as pups played, scenting his mild interest, my wolf agreed within me that he was ours. My omega.
In a moment, I realized how fortunate I’d been for not entertaining sexual thoughts. He heard me. He heard me and responded.
He had to be mine. A mate, a match, meant for me. He had to stay, and I told him so, my wolf affirming it as we rubbed against one another, trading scents. I buried my thoughts as my wolf repeated one word over and over again. Mine! Mine. Mine, mine, mine!
The scent of the kennels hadn’t completely left him, but beneath it lay the sweet scent of omega, the beautiful scent of a happy omega, one who didn’t fear me. I considered it a mark of pride that none of my pack feared me. So, when Nico ceded to me so easily, without any authority behind my demand, I couldn’t leave any of him ungroomed.
He didn’t have to fuck me. He didn’t have to move into my bedroom or take my bite—he only needed to stay. If he would stay, I could show him I was different. I would be the alpha he needed if only my meager lifestyle could please him.
When I nipped at his ear and allowed the pack to come back, sniffing him in greeting, a territorial urge rose within me. Half of me wanted to chase my own pack members off, but I suppressed the urge. He was mine and nobody could change that, nor would anyone I considered pack put claw or fang against him.
As we always did, we ran together, slipping between the buildings to funnel toward the nature reserve we bordered. Winding through the trees made my heart sing as we howled toward the moon. Nothing else made me feel better.
When an alpha met their ideal mate, that little bit of sigma magic that came from true love and the love of their pack—as my grandfather had taught me—would let the match speak to one another as wolves, making them a formidable pair.
Wolves could speak to one another in the ways of animals, could communicate things as needed, but to hear a voice so clearly…it was preordained. He was the male I never wanted to lose.
He joined me in a howl as we hunted the night prey, chasing the odd rodent about the leaves of the forest floor, the scant few with too little sense to hibernate. Even when we found them, he signaled the pups to come and chase first, enticing them to chase and hunt. So good with pups. Also, I’d never seen someone huff into the tunnels to get the mice to move.
As the night went on and the pups tuckered out, little ones following parents out of the woods, we found ourselves licking one another again, rubbing against each other. Our tails wagged; ears pinned back while we nuzzled until he shifted in a breath.
There, away from others, my flesh manifested as well, and we pressed into one another, lips brushing sweetly until our mouths clashed. He didn’t scent close to a heat, so we’d be safe, not that it mattered. He was mine . I was certain. We ground our hips together, cocks stiffening and leaking. Nothing in the world mattered more than uniting, more than rutting and knotting.
He whimpered into my mouth as I caged him in with my arms, pushing him into a bed of moss. The chilled weather meant nothing to us as the heat of our bodies reigned supreme. Breath caught in my chest as I restrained my urges long enough to obtain consent. “Nico, you want to? You can say no.”
“Hell yes,” he said in a shaking breath, pulling me in for another kiss.
I had no power over him. He was neither my pack nor my ward. He was free to leave and owed me nothing. When I inhaled deeply, all I scented was arousal, no fear. The stink of fear made me ill, and I had no idea how other alphas tolerated it. I refused to.
Nico didn’t let me stew in my thoughts long before he reached down, wrapping a hand around my leaking cock. “You smell so good, and your wolf is beautiful.”
The compliment went right to my balls, tingles running through my thighs as he stroked. “And yours is gorgeous, too. Arctic mix?”
He squirmed beneath me, irritated by conversation, but humored me all the same with a half-cocked grin and nod. “You too.”
The warm chuckle that died out in my throat went searing hot as he leaned in to lick a stripe up my neck. “My father is half.”
I gasped as he squirmed beneath me, legs spread wide as his thighs hooked over my hips. “No wonder you smell so good.”
Like sought like. He groaned, and I drew my hand down his side, over the ripples of his belly, the cut of his groin. His cock left a slick streak up my arm as I buried my fingers behind his balls and rubbed, seeking his slick hole.
Less for his pleasure than easing my way, I plunged a finger in to test his tightness. With a single stroke, he relaxed, accepting a second finger until I reached that spot. I wasn’t certain I had it until his core tightened and a wounded cry burst free of his lips. His cock jerked between us, and I took advantage of his pliancy, the dripping wetness, his eagerness. I withdrew my fingers and guided my cock home, rocking the tip into him with a hiss of delight.
A gasp of pleasure lifted from his lips as I speared him. Sheathed, I groaned and placed one hand on his shoulder, the other between us to grip his dripping cock.
I stroked with a firm grip, the slick still coating my fingers making his cock glide through my digits. There, I watched as my hips moved, burying myself into him, over his perfect dick, smooth chest, chiseled jawline. When I locked eyes with him, those pale blue, I fell into their gaze, lost in the pleasure. “Nico.”
He groaned and arched his back, letting me thrust into him again, sinking deeper as my hand jacked him gently, matching pace to my own jerky movements.
When his back bowed, I buried myself deep, waiting for the agonizing beats of my heart to pass as my knot filled out. As if the pressure of my knot gave him permission, he announced himself with a cry of pleasure and shot over my hand, slickening my slowing strokes. My own release came after, my core tightening, belly tingling, thighs shaking. Pressure mounted at the base of my cock and the eventual release left me spending in thick surges within him, shooting to the same rhythm as his inner spasms, milking me dry.
I released his cock and caged him in, breath shaking in haggard splutters, the cool evening chill taking my breath in a whisper of fog.
“Alpha.” The tender way Nico said that word made me melt, my muscles relaxing until I draped my body over him, sniffing gently into his hair to take in his lust.
“Call me Shilo. Please. It’s awkward being buried to the knot in you and still being referred to as alpha.”
“Sorry, it’s a habit.” He sighed and relaxed beneath me, grunting when I eventually pulled out.
“One that I expect you to get over.” I sat up and stretched, glancing over at Nico, taking in his wrecked form. Pride shuddered through me as the urge to bite and mark him rose within me. “Goddesses, you’re beautiful.”
“Hmm, you too.” He grinned up at me and ran a hand through his hair before scooting onto his haunches and stretching. My cum drizzled down his thighs and marked him with my scent. I knew we’d be taking a shower later and the scent would fade, but for the moment, I could pretend he was already mine.
When he shook his head, the motion flowed seamlessly into a shift as he flicked his tail in my face and darted into the woods once more.
I’d follow that fuzzy little ass anywhere, and I did.
I shifted and barked with excitement, chasing his heels as we made our way back to our clothes.