Skye
After all the shopping of the previous day, I had been pretty exhausted as Lucas loaded up his car with Fury and Teddy and took everything home to get started.
Atlas, Clay, and I had… Well, the most fun I’ve ever had.
Between learning archery, being harnessed, and wall climbing, I am deliciously sore in all kinds of places, though no closer to being less desperate for the men.
Hell, even when Clay pulled my pants off and harnessed me up high enough to eat me out on the wall, I still needed more.
Whatever hormonal jab that Lucas had given me, it is starting to wear off, and my heat will be creeping again.
When I returned home that night, I’d been banned from my own damn nest as the whole suite had been freshly painted.
I’d spent the night on the couch instead of cuddling with one of the men, still determined to hold out, though my patience is waning pretty quickly, and I swear downstairs is going to start shutting shop and going on strike if I don’t let at least one of them bend me over the dining table.
Dinner is always a busy affair in the house, even with only two or three of the guys here for it, though everyone is home tonight, even if it means it is a little later, so that the resident doctor can be home in time.
Now we’re all sat around the table with carbonara, another starchy dinner for us shifters, watching Atlas slurp spaghetti and flicking sauce over Lucas as he does.
Growling, the jaguar raises a wry eyebrow at the wolf before stretching Atlas’ shirt to wipe the sauce from his skin.
Sitting at the end of the table, I have a view of everyone, Fury leaning over to speak to Clay in hushed tones with a rare scowl on his handsome face.
They’ve been quiet and secretive after we got home last night, and I debate flicking a bit of pancetta across the table at them.
Gentle taps on the top of my foot draw my eyes to Teddy, giving me a sly look from the corner of his eye, running his foot up the inside of my calf until I shiver and perfume a little.
Of course, as soon as his nose catches it, he winks and returns to his dinner, leaving me pouting and watching the escalation between Luc and Atlas.
I can’t help but smile, watching them dissolve into chaos until one of Atlas’ spaghetti suctions pings a bit of pasta straight into Fury’s face.
With a table rocking snarl, he rounds on the other two.
Atlas immediately drops his head and whines almost as well as any Omega, shoulders at his ears, whilst Lucas gives him a lip twitch that bares a flash of white fangs.
Shifting in my seat, the air thickens with Fury’s intense dominance.
With his laid-back attitude, it’s too easy to forget how powerful he really is sometimes, and without meaning to, a whimper slips from me.
It’s too close to my heat for this sort of pressure down on me, like a wave of his energy just consuming me, and my perfume steps up.
There’s a fight going on inside me now, my Omega practically drooling to roll over belly up, and my wolf snarling and fighting for control.
She’s furious, thinking this is it, this is them finally exerting the power, even when I know all it is is run off from Lucas being difficult.
To my surprise, Lucas sees my struggle, looking away from our Cardinal and dropping the challenge with a hint of what looks like concern as I cower.
Fury sighs, and it sounds like him letting every ounce of frustration and anger from his body as he does, deflating as he frowns at me.
Gritting my teeth, my own anger rises. My aura, power, whatever it is that surrounds us, isn’t half as impressive as an Alpha's, but it floods the room alongside my scent. Cloying and alcoholic, it burns even my own nose as the standoff continues, as I snap.
“Fuck this.”
The door’s unlocked, creaking behind me as I escape into the cool evening air.
It’s a balm against the thalassic churning of emotions inside of me.
Spearing the dark blue with the last rays of sunlight, I appreciate how clear it is out here, far from the city lights polluting the sky.
There’s no scent of smog in the air, just swirls of wildflowers accompanied by the ever-present buzz of wildlife.
It’s a freedom I’ve never enjoyed before, at least not since I played on my grandmother's estate as a child.
Fur spreads from my hands to cover the rest of my body, bones creaking and realigning, then I let the wolf take over.
She’s excited, something's happening that’s running on instinct alone, and I have no choice but to go along for the ride as she trots forward, shaking off my ripped clothes.
I’m a backseat passenger as she lopes forward, following around the house towards the forest, and her head tips back, letting out a long, triumphant howl.