Chapter 14
Fourteen
ALARIC
Ican barely control my arousal as I watch Anya from across the room.
Her grape scent has transformed with an undertone of heady musk that makes my head swim.
Her skin has taken on a rosy glow, and there’s a new shine to her eyes, a vulnerability that makes my cock throb painfully against the seam of my pants.
She’s looking at Ryker with naked fear in those violet eyes of hers, but she also looks eager for his knot. Our knot.
The other alphas are just as affected.
Lorenzo’s nostrils flare with each breath, his eyes dark with lust as he watches her.
Rex paces near the window, running his hands through his spiky red hair, unable to remain still.
Marcus stands closest to her, his hands opening and closing at his sides as if physically restraining himself from grabbing her.
And Ryker looks like he’s about to explode, his jaw clenched tight enough that I can see the muscle jumping beneath his stubbled skin.
“I really don’t want to end up pregnant and trapped on this island,” Anya says, her voice higher than usual, pitched with anxiety. She’s backed up against the wall, her small hands gripping the edge of a bookshelf as if it might protect her from us.
Her scent grows stronger with her fear, making my vision blur for a moment. I have to dig my nails into my palm to stay focused.
“At least let me check your temperature,” Ryker says, his voice strained. “We need to monitor when you’re going into heat. If it’s starting now, we can prepare for it.”
I know what “preparation” means in this context—claiming her before her heat fully takes over, before she loses her mind with the need to be knotted. The thought sends a jolt of lust straight to my groin.
Anya hesitates, then sighs. “Fine. Hurry up then.”
Ryker gives a slight nod to Marcus, who moves with surprising speed.
Marcus spins her around and throws her over his shoulder, her round little ass facing the whole pack. She starts shrieking and flailing, punching at his back, but all it does is make her shorts ride up higher.
Lorenzo’s hand clamps down on her thigh, steadying her, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He looks over at me with a smirk and says, “Nice view, yes?”
“I hate you,” Anya yelps, but her voice is muffled by Marcus’s back.
“You don’t hate me,” Marcus replies.
“Is this necessary?” she whimpers. “Can’t you check my temperature the normal way?”
Marcus snorts. “Waste of time. Only way to know for sure is rectal.”
“You’re lying!”
“I’m saving your life, baby,” Marcus adds with a smirk as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down in one swift motion.
The sight of her bare, bouncy ass makes my cock stand at attention. Her pussy is visible from this angle, nestled between her thighs, already glistening with slick. I can smell her arousal, sharp and sweet, and my cock grows impossibly harder.
“Put me down!” she shrieks, kicking her legs and pounding her fists against Marcus’s back.
Lorenzo steps forward, placing his hands on her ass and spreading her cheeks. “Hold her still, Marcus.”
I find myself moving toward them, drawn by the scent of her. My mouth waters as I lean in closer to her exposed ass.
“She’s moving too much,” Lorenzo says. “We need to keep her still for the thermometer.”
Ryker disappears down the hallway, presumably to get the medical equipment.
The rest of us stare at Anya’s exposed ass, which is perfectly plump with a natural curve that makes my hands itch to grab it.
Between her ass cheeks, her brown asshole keeps clenching and unclenching with each of her struggles.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
I lean in even closer, unable to help myself, and inhale deeply. The smell hits me like a drug—musky, sweet, with a hint of salt from her exertion. It’s concentrated here, where her scent glands are most active, and it makes my head spin.
I want to bury my face between her ass cheeks, to lick and taste that perfect hole.
“She’s starting to slick,” Rex says, his voice rough with desire. “Look.”
A bead of clear, viscous liquid forms at the edge of Anya’s asshole, sliding slowly down toward her pussy. It’s followed by another, then another. More slick seeps from her as her body prepares for heat.
“What’s happening?” Anya cries, trying to twist around to see. “What are you doing? Is that my ass? Oh god, is that coming from me?”
“That’s slick,” I explain, my voice hoarse. “Omegas produce it when they’re aroused or when they’re going into heat. It’s natural. Your body is preparing for your alphas.”
I reach out, unable to stop myself, and run a finger along her ass crack, collecting the slick and spreading it around her puckered hole.
Her skin is hot to the touch, burning with fever—another sign of approaching heat.
The sight of my pale finger against her pink flesh, combined with her scent, makes my cock pulse painfully in my pants.
“This is so embarrassing,” she whimpers, but even in her mortification, her body responds. Her asshole flutters beneath my touch, and I hear her breath catch.
“We’ll take care of you,” Lorenzo promises, his voice soothing as he continues to hold her ass cheeks spread wide. “This is what omegas are made for, sweetheart. To be pleasured by their alphas, to be filled, to be bred.”
I shift my position slightly to get a better view of her pussy.
It’s tucked between her thighs from this angle, the lips swollen and glistening with slick.
Her labia are a delicate pink, the inner lips puffy and peeking out from between the outer ones.
At the top, I can just make out her clit, a small pink pearl nestled in its hood.
It’s the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.
“She smells so fucking good,” Marcus growls, his voice thick with desire. “I hope she’s in heat. I want to fill her with my knot until she’s dripping with my cum.”
“I hope I’m not,” Anya groans. “You should put me down. This is ridiculous!”
“The thermometer, Ryker?” Lorenzo asks, looking up at our pack leader, who’s returned with a digital thermometer in his hand.
“I have it,” Ryker says, approaching Anya’s exposed ass. “Hold her steady.”
Lorenzo tightens his grip on Anya’s ass cheeks, spreading her wider to expose her puckered hole. It’s twitching nervously, opening and closing with each breath she takes. The slick has gathered in the crease of her ass, making her skin glisten in the afternoon light.
“Wait, wait,” Anya pleads, her voice high with panic. “Maybe we could…”
Ryker ignores her protests, positioning the metal tip of the thermometer against her asshole. It’s already lubricated with her slick, making it easy to begin pushing it inside. Her sphincter resists at first, clenching tight around the intrusion.
“Hold still,” Ryker scolds, his voice brooking no argument. “This will just take a minute.”
The sight of that thin metal probe disappearing into her ass is so arousing, I think I might come in my pants. Her hole stretches around it, brown flesh yielding to the invasion, and a drop of slick leaks out around the base of the thermometer. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Ah!” Anya yelps as Ryker pushes the thermometer deeper.
“It’ll be over soon,” Lorenzo soothes, stroking one hand down her thigh in a comforting gesture. “Just relax. Try to take deep breaths.”
We wait with bated breath as Ryker pushes the thermometer in deeper, until just the digital readout is visible. Anya has stopped struggling, though her face is still flushed with humiliation, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
I can’t tear my eyes away from her ass, from the thin metal probe disappearing into that perfect hole.
My cock throbs with each small movement, each whimper that escapes her lips.
The room is silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing and the occasional beep from the thermometer, eagerly waiting to see if she’s in heat.