Chapter 22
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Corbin
It’s been a week. I’ve been prowling our lands every night in fur, hoping it will ease the ache, the itch inside me.
It doesn’t.
I need my mate. My omega. My Luna.
Mads had been right. To bite her without permission would have been rape. And I would never do that to her. To anyone.
And yet… this need for her will not ease.
If I’m honest, I fear I am approaching a rut. I hate ruts. I hate being out of control. My pack, even though they are all alphas, would see me safely through a rut, as we have all had before, but my wolf howls for her.
Adira.
She’s all I can think about.
All I want is her: her body, her scent, her desire. I needed to be close to her in any way that I could. So, I had slipped into the omega suite and taken a pillow back to my room. I’ve been sleeping in my wolf form curled around it.
I throw my wrench back in my tool bag, and head into the house.
Thankfully, no one is in the kitchen as I come in. I’m not in a talking mood. I mean, to be fair, I’m generally not, but I’m really not right now. I head for my room, the house quiet. I take the stairs two at a time, dying to breathe in my omega’s fading scent on her pillow.
I shut the door quickly, pulling off my shirt. I unbuckle my belt and let my black jeans drop to the floor. I climb into my bed, my room dim and cool, and pull the green pillow to me. As I lay down, I bury my face in it, inhaling her. I wish I was burying my face in her wet cunt.
Fuck, she had taken us so well, once she started to accept her instincts and trust us a bit. The way her hips had thrust up into my face as I licked and sucked on her clit. The moan she’d let out when I’d bury my knot. Fuck.
Now my dick is hard and aching, instead of just aching. My balls are pulled up tight, just the scent of my omega’s hair on a pillow enough to get me close.
I pull my cock out of my boxers, hand tight over it. Fuck, I’m really sinking to masturbating while inhaling the stale scent of my omega?
Hell yes, I am.
I huff the pillow like a drug addict as my hand strokes my cock. Memories of her heat, of holding her hands down as I took her, her trusting green eyes locked on mine, the way her back arched, soft stomach shifting as I took her hard…
I realize I’m on my knees, thighs spread wide as I thrust my dripping cock over the finely textured pillow.
Shit.
But in my mind, Adira is on her back, head cushioned on that pillow, thighs spread.
I close my eyes. She begs, not in words, but with her lush body, arching up off the nest, eyes pinched shut as little noises of need slip between her lips. I lean forward, one hand landing on my bed as I look down at my swollen dick, my balls just gently nudging the edge of the pillow.
I don’t know what overtakes me but my other hand swiftly folds the pillow in half, over my cock. I start to thrust, my palm pressing against my cock through the pillow and I only press down harder in response.
Yes, like that, I think desperately, the feel of my hand on the silky pillow merely egging me on. Oh please, my Luna, please, let me bite you, I beg. My teeth ache, wanting to sink into her, to make us one. My mate.
I thrust my hips harder, needing her in a way I’ve never needed any omega.
Mine, mine, mine, I think desperately, in time with the rock of my hips.
My balls pull up and my body tenses. I feel my dick squirt. It squirts not into a pack mate, not into my omega, but rather, shamefully, into a goddamn pillow.
The pleasure of release causes my eyes to close as my hips fuck this stupid pillow into oblivion. My head droops as I pant, trying to regain my senses.
My first thought as my eyes open is, I ruined her pillow. I lost the strongest scent of her I had.
Fuck me.
The next morning, I stay in my room until the house is quiet. Or, quiet enough. I can tell Jules is in his room, clacking away on his keyboard. And the door hasn’t shut enough times for everyone else to have left on their own, so I assume Gael is downstairs in his workshop.
I throw on my gear and leave the house as silently as I can. I had heard enough of the argument between the rest of the pack to pick up the name of her shop, so I know where I’m headed.
I throw my leg over my vintage Harley Knucklehead and start her up. I peel out, because the sound of the engine might be enough for the pack to come running. Check on me. And I don’t want that.
I’m going to get my girl.
I sit outside the shop, the hanging sign emblazoned with two black birds. I see a display of various size and shape glass bottles. For spells, I assume, though I don’t know a ton about witches. Maybe I should do some reading on them.
After an hour or so, a red-haired woman who, otherwise, looks a lot alike to Adira, opened the door from the inside.
But my omega isn’t here. I look down again at Julian’s phone and the colored lines.
He couldn’t have made this more user friendly?
I can’t tell where she currently is with all the paths on the damn map.
Soon a slender man with dark gold hair parks and enters. Shortly after, the redhead leaves, climbing into a Subaru. This must be the sister she called when she was at our place.
I follow her to a couple regular stops but after some errands, she heads out towards the eastern suburbs. I almost lose her a couple times because staying unnoticed on a loud, distinctive motorcycle—not my best decision, I admit—-isn’t very easy.
But soon enough I cut a hard right so I don’t drive directly by the house whose porch she is climbing, groceries in hand.
I park and pull out the phone I had taken from Julian’s room last night.
Sure enough, it’s a point where the lines connect.
I walk down the block. The little house has one of those built-in porches with arches, all decorated with hanging pots of flowers.
Seems late for that, but what the fuck do I know.
Maybe she’s an earth witch or something and can keep them alive longer.
Ah shit, I don’t even know what kind of witch my Luna is. Fuck me.
Doesn’t matter, my wolf growls. She’s ours. We’ll learn everything about her soon enough.
I take a deep breath and climb the stairs. I raise my hand to knock but the door opens. Adira’s face goes through about six emotions in a split second. I drop my hand, stuffing both in my jean pockets.
“Hey little witch,” I say softly, all thoughts having flown from my head the second I saw her. Her hair is in two loose braids, and she has this fucking adorable floral, flowy skirt on, a shirt and cardigan on top.
“Corbin.” Her face has settled into a gentle look, longing clear.
“I missed you.” I rock back, my weight on my heels. The silence stretches. “What kind of witch are you?” I blurt.
“Fire,” she answers, raising a hand. She snaps and a tiny flame appears.
“Wow,” I breathe. I lift my hand and pass it over the tiny flame. “That’s incredible, Adira.”
She closes her fist over the fire, and she meets my gaze. “I missed you all too. I…” Her green eyes shimmer with unshed tears. “Fuck,” she mutters, dashing at them. “Those blockers help the emotional shit, but not enough.”
I frown, disliking her not being in control of herself.
She quickly adds, “It’s no worse than PMS.”
My head tilts. “I don’t know what this is.”
“Oh man,” she chuckles. “The cultural divide is real.”
I step closer, raising a hand, and when she doesn’t recoil, I slip it around her waist, gently pulling our bodies to touching. “We all have a lot to learn, I guess, little witch,” I whisper as I lean in to sniff her hair.
She nods, her scent filling my nostrils as her body softens into my touch, her longing clear.
“Do you want to come in?” she breathes, voice firm.
I press her to the closed door as her arms wrap around me. I grab her hips and she jumps, wrapping her legs around me without breaking the kiss. I groan.
“I’m sorry, alpha,” she whispers, cheeks pinked, as she presses her forehead to mine.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be, little witch,” I respond.
She bites down a grin and kisses me desperately.
I carry her through her house, to the first bedroom—decorated in such a personal way I know it’s hers—to her bed, my hand slipping under her skirt. I grab her panties in my hand and rip them off in a firm jerk. She yelps but her pussy perfumes at that.
“Yeah, I had a feeling you needed your alphas to punish you for running off,” I say as I lick and kiss her neck.
I pause though. “Stoplight still works, Adira,” I whisper, not wanting to do something that would push her away from me.
Yeah, I’m kinda pissed she left, and we’re gonna have a nice rough play session to make up for it.
But she’s not in heat, so I can stop if she needs me to.
She nods, hands sliding under my shirt. She stops and sheds her sweater.
“Mads is gonna spank you,” I murmur as I tug my shirt off and quickly unbutton and unzip my jeans as I kneel over her.
“Jules and Eli are probably going to edge you into oblivion. Gael…” I stop, thinking.
He’s so playful and unserious in bed, I don’t even know what he’ll do.
“I don’t know about Gael, he’s a wild card, but expect something. ”
She wiggles happily on the bed. I grab the waist of her skirt and tug it off, her bare pussy now exposed, her shirt riding up showing her plump belly.
“Spread,” I command. She does and I lick up my hand.
Her eyes are locked on me but she still gasps when I spank her wet pussy.
“I’m gonna fucking rail you, Adira.” My hand drops to cup my balls, which ache terribly.
“I’m not going easy on you,” I mutter as I lean towards her dresser next to the bed.
“You got lube around here somewhere? I don’t wanna tear you, baby. ”
As I yank the drawer open, she yelps, “No!”
And there, arrayed neatly, are a wide selection of sex toys.
I grin and look back at her even as she blushes. “Oh, fuck, you horny little omega.” My eyebrows rise as I grab a butt plug, holding it up as I turn back to her.