Chapter 9
Chapter
Nine
Maddox
I shake myself hard as I wait for Julian to catch up. The huge midnight-black wolf bounds up and drops to the forest floor, rolling happily, showing his belly as he twists in pleasure.
I pant as I watch him indulgently.
We both needed this.
When we get back, I’ll see if any of the others want to go for a run before we’re knotting that beautiful, curvy little omega on repeat for five to seven business days.
My cock twitches inside my sheath. I want her. My wolf wants her desperately. The scent of a ripe, ready, unclaimed omega? Unbearable.
It seems more than that, however.
We’ve done two emergency heats over the years together. Neither were witches, obviously, and nor were they first heats. Something feels different.
While we’re dying to rut her, I know my pack. We’ll be careful. We’ll be as considerate as possible.
Jules jumps up and snaps playfully at my muzzle before darting away to howl at the sky. I chase him, and we’re off again through the brush.