Chapter 15
Fifteen
ANYA
Ican feel the cold, hard metal of the thermometer inside my ass, and I’m mortified beyond belief.
My ass is hanging out for all five alphas to see while they hold me steady over Marcus’s shoulder.
I hear a deep, appreciative sniff from somewhere behind me, and I freeze, realizing one of them is actually smelling my exposed ass.
Holy shit, this is the most embarrassing moment of my life, and that’s saying something after yesterday’s near-death hypothermia and being knotted in front of everyone.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, my face burning hot. “Is someone actually sniffing my ass right now?”
“Yes,” Alaric admits shamelessly. “And it smells delicious. Sweet and musky at the same time.”
“Oh my god,” I squeal, but it’s hard to maintain my outrage when his words send an unexpected jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“Almost done,” Ryker says, his voice tight with restraint. “Just a little longer.”
The thermometer feels like it’s going deeper with each passing second, the invasion becoming almost unbearable. But as the seconds tick by, something strange starts to happen. The initial discomfort is fading, replaced by a creeping warmth that spreads from my ass throughout my entire body.
My pussy begins to tingle, then burn, the arousal building with shocking speed.
What the fuck? Am I actually getting turned on by this? Or was I getting turned on by my audience of men who can’t seem to stay away from my butt?
My thighs start to tremble, my nipples hardening into tight, sensitive peaks beneath my tank top. The air around us feels charged with electricity, heavy with the scent of my growing arousal.
“Look,” Lorenzo says, his voice thick with desire. “She’s starting to slick.”
Oh god. Please don’t let that mean what I think it means.
But sure enough, I feel a warm, wet sensation spreading between my ass cheeks, a viscous fluid beginning to leak from my pussy. It trickles down, coating my inner thighs.
“I can see it,” Rex says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Dripping from her pussy like honey.”
My pussy clenches hard at his words, the sudden emptiness between my legs almost painful.
I want a knot again. That’s all I’m craving right now.
I remember how fully stretched out I was last night under Ryker’s knot.
The way it stretched me open, filled me completely, the overwhelming pleasure of being locked together as he pumped me full of his cum.
My womb aches at the memory, and a deep, primal need builds inside me.
It’s honestly terrifying that I’m having such wild instincts right now with these men.
“Fuck,” I breathe, unable to keep the desperation from my voice. “How much longer?”
The thermometer suddenly beeps, the sharp electronic sound breaking the tense silence. I hold my breath as Ryker carefully slides it out of my ass, the sensation making me shiver.
“One hundred and one point seven,” he announces, his voice dropping to that low, rumbling tone that makes my pussy clench. “It’s elevated. You’re approaching heat, but not in full heat yet.”
The men let out groans of disappointment. Oh wow, they were really eager to have sex with me.
“What does that mean?” I ask, still dangling over Marcus’s shoulder, my ass exposed to the room. “How much time do I have?”
“Full heat hits hard and fast,” Ryker explains. “When it comes on, you’ll be in so much pain you won’t be able to move. Your body will be screaming for a knot to relieve the pressure.”
I suddenly have an image of myself desperate on the ground, opening my legs and writhing while begging for a cock to go inside me. Marcus would take ample pleasure in making me beg.
“Umm, exactly how much time do I have?”
“Hours, maybe a day,” he says with a shrug.
This is horrible. I need time to make a plan, to get away from this island before I’m trapped here forever as their breeding omega.
“Can you put me down now?” I ask Marcus.
Without warning, Marcus lifts me off his shoulder.
For one dizzying moment, I’m suspended in midair, my legs kicking wildly.
I’m so high up that I can see over the heads of the other alphas, the ground seemingly miles below me.
The rush of adrenaline makes my head spin, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he growls.
“Whoa!” I yelp, instinctively wrapping my arms around Marcus’s head for stability. “What are you doing?!”
My words die in my throat as he automatically lifts me higher, then pulls me down until I’m sitting directly on his face, my thighs spread wide on either side of his head. His tongue darts out immediately, lapping at my dripping pussy with hungry enthusiasm.
“Mhmph…” he replies, busily eating me out.
“Holy shit!” I gasp, my hands flying to his hair for support. He’s strong. Like, really strong to be able to carry me like this and eat me out at the same time. And it looks effortless on his part.
My eyes roll back in pleasure as he growls.
The vibrations from his throat send shockwaves of pleasure through my core.
His tongue is relentless, probing, swirling, sucking at my slick-covered lips with desperation.
His nose presses against my clit as he works, the pressure just shy of too much, sending jolts of electricity racing up my spine.
His beard rubs against my asshole as he adjusts his tongue to go deeper into my pussy hole.
The coarse hair scratches the sensitive ring of muscle, the slight pain mingling with the pleasure of his mouth on my pussy to create a sensation so intense I think I might pass out.
“He must be really hungry,” chuckles Ryker as the rest of the men watch me get eaten out in the air.
“Oh my god,” I moan, my thighs trembling around his head. “Marcus! Put me down!”
He chuckles against my pussy, the sound sending fresh waves of slick gushing from my core.
His tongue delves deeper, curling inside me to stroke against my G-spot.
I’m making noises I’ve never heard before.
Literally high, desperate whimpers that echo through the room, punctuated by gasps and moans as his beard continues to tease my asshole.
I should be embarrassed by how quickly he’s bringing me to the edge, by how wet I am, by the way my hips are starting to rock against his face.
But all I can think about is how good it feels, how right, how perfect.
My pussy throbs with need, my clit pulsing in time with my racing heart as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak.
And then I scream as he quickly works his tongue faster and faster around my clit.
My knees are shaking, my entire body quaking with my orgasm. He carefully lifts me off his face, and my face is burning as I scramble to pull my shorts and panties back up.
“Wow, well… like I was saying,” I say, scrambling to cover the silence. “I think I’ll be able to handle my heat alone in my room.”
Ryker shakes his head, his expression suddenly serious. “You can’t ride out the heat alone. It gets worse, not better. Without a knot to relieve the pressure, the pain becomes unbearable. Some omegas have gone into shock from it, even died.”
“You’re lying,” I accuse, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re just saying that to scare me.”
“I’m telling you the truth,” he insists, stepping closer until I can feel the heat radiating from his body. “I would never lie to you about something this important.”
I narrow my eyes, not entirely convinced, but my growling stomach interrupts our standoff. I realize I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and all this excitement has left me starving.
“I’m going to eat something,” I announce, pushing past Ryker and heading for the kitchen. “Alone.”
I pour myself a bowl of cereal with shaky hands, my pussy still throbbing for more. My thighs are slick with my own juices, the evidence of my arousal unmistakable. I sit at the island and start shoveling cereal into my mouth, trying to distract myself from how horny I’m feeling.
I’m halfway through my bowl when Lorenzo slides onto the stool across from me, his handsome face arranged in a concerned expression. “How are you feeling?” he asks softly.
I shrug, not looking up from my cereal. “I’m fine.”
“You’re scared,” he says, reaching across the island to place his hand on my wrist. His touch sends a jolt of electricity up my arm, my pussy clenching in response. “It’s okay to admit it.”
I jerk my hand away from his, hating how my body betrays me. “Of course I’m scared! I came here to make money, not have babies with a bunch of werewolves I just met.”
Lorenzo chuckles, the sound warm and affectionate. “Perhaps that’s your destiny, yes? To be our mate, to give us pups, to be cherished and protected for the rest of your life?”
I laugh, the sound brittle even to my own ears. “You’re delusional if you think I’m signing up for that.”
“Perhaps,” he concedes with a smile. “But we know you’re our fated omega. And we are ready to knot and claim you as ours forever the moment you say it.”
He leaves me to finish my cereal in peace, but his words linger in my mind as I wash my bowl at the sink.
Being their omega, having their babies, being taken care of forever.
.. part of me is horrified by the idea, but another part is intrigued.
What would it be like to relax, to stop running, to just be what they say I am?
I shake my head hard, trying to dislodge the dangerous thoughts.
No. I have a plan.
Tonight, when they’re all asleep, I’ll slip away. There has to be another boat, another way off this island. I won’t be trapped here, won’t be forced into a life I never chose.
But even as I make the vow, my pussy throbs with need, my womb aching for the knot that brought me such pleasure. I press my thighs together, trying to ignore the slick leaking from my core.