Bonus Scene #2
“Thank you, Max,” John says pleasantly, but I don’t reply as I bolt out of the room, slamming the door closed behind me.
I release the breath I was holding with a rush and practically run to the elevator to head back to our den.
My cock throbs, and if I don’t get the scent of her out of my nose, I’m likely to chase her down, human or not.
I can only hope Echo will forgive me for taking my sexual frustration out on him. Ah, who am I kidding? He loves it when I’m all growly and aggressive. He will be a puddle of needy omega in no time.
Once the lift gets to our floor, it takes me hardly any time to get to our den.
I press my paw to the scanner, and it slides aside, letting me in.
The temperature is freezing, just as we like it, and I feel some of the tension drain out of my body as I step over the threshold, but that doesn’t last long, because the sound of snarls and screeches has me bolting through the snow and wind in search of the trouble.
I knew leaving that bitch alone with my omega would be an issue.
I slide to a halt, the icy ground not particularly forgiving despite my claws digging in.
Natalia is in her cat form, fighting Trace, Sim, and Fuse as they stand between her and Echo.
Blue blood is splattered across the icy tundra, freezing as it hits the ground and sparkling in the low lighting.
Echo is huddled against a rock face, and the scent of his anguish permeates the air, quickly dispelling the scent of the Adams’ granddaughter.
My protective instincts go into overdrive.
“What the fuck is going on here? Natalia, stop,” I roar, pushing a command into my voice that makes it impossible for the nasty beta to ignore.
She stops her attack, snarling and spitting, her tail flicking with agitation as lightning sparks in the atmosphere.
Thankfully she wasn’t able to hit Echo with it, because I’m pretty sure it would have been a lethal dose.
I turn my attention to my fellow alphas, raising a furred eyebrow.
“You hadn’t even been gone ten minutes before she tried to slink her way into your den,” Trace mutters, scowling at the beta female with disgust as he swipes some blood from Sim’s shoulder where she got in a lucky shot.
“Yes, the call was faked too, though I did end up running an errand. I apologize for the delay. Thank you for taking care of Echo for me.” I clap Fuse on the shoulder, and he grimaces, looking down. He has a wound on his thigh that appears to be quite deep.
“Why don’t you go down to the hospital bay and get Dr. Link to look at those for you?” I gesture to their wounds.
“Something isn’t right with her. She was able to ignore our alpha commands,” Fuse says gruffly, but I hear the pain in his tone.
“Her behavior is feral, and she smells funny,” Sim adds quietly, not taking his eyes off the feral female who keeps pacing back and forth, though she is no longer attacking.
I take a deep inhale of air and filter through the scents of my friends and my distressed omega, and I find what Sim was talking about.
Natalia does smell wrong. I don’t enjoy her scent on a normal day, but today, she smells rotten, like there is a hint of decay to it, which is not normal.
I breathe deeper as I take a step toward her.
All of a sudden, her eyes narrow, and she flattens her ears before spinning and taking off into the tunnel that leads to her den without a backward glance.
I frown but don’t bother following her. I couldn’t care less if there was something wrong with her.
If she dies, then she’s no longer our problem.
After thanking them again, the three alphas grunt their goodbyes and take off to the door, hopefully going in search of the doctor as I approach my omega who throws himself into my arms.
“You’re back,” he sobs through snot and tears, his fur a mess as he snuggles into my chest, shaking with how upset he is.
“I’m sorry. I’ll never leave you on your own again.
If she tries that shit again, I’ll just take you with me, which is what I should have done this time,” I promise him, rubbing a reassuring paw up and down his back in comfort, but I feel him shake his head as I maneuver us toward our own den, which is far away from Natalia’s.
“The boys should have been enough to control her, but she was able to ignore their commands.”
“Hmm,” I grumble. “They mentioned that.”
“We can’t keep doing this. We need to speak to the Adams about it and get rid of her,” he pleads as I pass him a tissue when we get to the living area of our den. It’s nice and toasty warm in here, because I left Echo napping in his nest, and that’s how he likes it.
He blows his nose loudly as I crowd closer, wiping his tears away from his cheeks and smoothing his fur down as I do. A rumble echoes from his chest, and he sticks his nose into my neck and sniffs deeply.
“Where did you go?” he demands, huffing in another breath like he can’t get enough of the scent.
“You smell incredible, like sunshine and joy. It makes my fangs ache.” He’s practically mauling me now, pushing me down into his nest and straddling my body as he tries to inhale the same scent that drove me wild.
“I had to deliver tea to the Adams brothers in the conference room,” I say, telling him a half-truth. I don’t want to admit where the scent came from.
The granddaughter’s scent must be clinging to me, which is weird. It should have receded with all the cold air and ice in our living quarters.
“None of the Adams smell like this.” Echo shakes his head and sits up, looking down at me. “It’s new. Who is it?” He cocks his head to the side in interest. He doesn’t sound mad, just curious.
“The Adams’ granddaughter,” I mutter quietly, but then I notice Echo’s perfume flooding the nest, and a rumble starts deep in my chest, jealousy stinging my heart as I have to face the fact that he finds the scent as tantalizing as I did.
“Really?” he asks, his eyes widening with surprise. “But she’s human. Humans don’t smell like that. They smell...” He wrinkles his nose as he tries to describe how humans smell to us. “Yucky.” He settles on a word that makes me chuckle.
“Yeah, they do, but she didn’t,” I admit quietly, and he smirks and arches an eyebrow.
“Did the little Earth girl smell good to you too?” he teases as he runs his paws all over my fur, and his cock starts to wriggle beneath his loin cloth.
Mine does the same thing as his perfume continues to pump out, and he wiggles on top of my hips, rubbing himself all over me.
I snarl and flip us, putting him underneath me and kissing him hard so I do not have to answer his question. When I pull away, he’s breathing heavily and whining, his loin cloth tenting as his hard cock pulses beneath it.
“Ugh, please fuck me,” he begs, all thoughts of the Earth girl gone from his mind.
I tear the piece of fabric from his body and stare between his splayed legs.
His cock is rock-hard and dripping with precum, and his slicked hole twitches for me.
A growl rolls from my chest as I settle between his thighs, his tail pinned beneath him as I lean forward and lave my tongue along his long rigid length.
He moans and grasps my hair as I lower and do the same to his hole, running my tongue around the tight pucker, drinking up the slick that is starting to drip from it. He pants and whines.
“Please, Maxsim, I hurt.” My grumble gets louder, the vibrations sending a pulse through him, and he starts to beg prettily.
“Please, fuck me. I want it. It hurts.” I roll my fingers around the dripping slit and quickly impale him on them, not being gentle at all.
He yowls, and his paws grip me even tighter, the pulse of pain keeping my thoughts from going completely feral as I plunge my fingers in and out, stretching him for me.
I’m not gentle. I know he likes a bite of pain with his pleasure, but once I know he’s loosened up, I draw away, tearing my hair from his grip and running my slick soaked fingers over my barbed, dripping cock.
Unwilling to wait any longer, I press the thick head against his entrance and shove inside with one hard thrust. Echo yowls, digging his claws into the cushions as my shaft stretches him open, but I don’t wait for him to adjust. I pin him, my clawed paws on his thighs as I snap my hips forward again and again, driving every inch deep while the barbs scrape along his sensitive walls.
The wet slap of flesh on flesh fills the den.
“Harder,” he rasps, pushing up to meet each thrust. I circle his weeping length with one of my paws and stroke in time to my thrusts, pounding into him without mercy.
Precum and slick mixes, dripping down his thighs, and his scent replaces any lingering trace of the Earth girl until all I can focus on is the need to make him come.
Every withdrawal drags my barbs over the spot inside him that feels so good, he’s a mindless mess of need and want, his words fading until only animalistic noises leave his mouth.
My knot swells, and I slam it against his rim over and over until the swollen bulb finally pops inside.
Echo screams as the knot locks us together.
I grind deep with short, brutal thrusts, rocking the entire nest while my cock pulses and floods his channel with my seed.
His own orgasm hits hard, his cock jerking in my paw and covering it with his release as he clamps down on my knot.
We stay locked together, my heavy body draped over his smaller frame, both of us panting. I lick the bite marks on his neck, rumbling low approval. “Mine,” I growl forcefully between licks. “My omega.”
Echo purrs, his tail curling around my leg. “Yes, Alpha.” His reply fills me with pride, and I feel soothed and reassured as all thoughts of the Earth girl remain gone for now.