Lucas #2
Dropping to the ground beside her, she doesn’t even startle, bright seafoam eyes locking onto mine. Despite the last time I had come to her in this form,injuring her as I leapt from the canopy—she reaches toward me.
And like a good Alpha, I go to my Omega.
Skye runs her fingers through the fur around my chest, tracing dark rosettes with gentle fingertips even as another wave of cramps overwhelms her.
“Lucas… Lucas, please help. Just until someone else gets here who wants me.” Her voice is high-pitched and whiny, but her words tear through my heart and soul, worse than any set of claws ever has.
Goddess, if only she knew. I’m so mad because she’s so irresistible to me and my cat, and my Alpha, and I promised myself I’d never do it again.
She deserves a proper explanation when this is all over, but for now…
The change comes with cracking bones and the careful packing of my beast back in its neat little box, the temperature dropping as my fur recedes and leaves me kneeling naked next to her.
Roaming across my body, my Omega takes me in, and I lean back so she can catch every inch.
Blood rushes to her cheeks, pinkening them, eyes darting to the sides and avoiding mine until I give her a soft growl.
My cock is throbbing, rock hard and ready as soon as she gives me permission.
“I need your consent, Omega,” I snap, just a little of the Alpha bark leeching into my voice in desperation, “This will be fast and rough. I don’t have time to savor you the way I want to, but I need you knotted before the other pack gets here. That’s usually the end of a mate hunt.”
She’s bobbing her head before I’m even finished, eyes glazing over with a whimper.
“Words, Omega,”
“Yes… Yes, Lucas, knot please!”
“Present then, show me what belongs to me.” Her sweet little whimper will be my undoing.
It was hard enough to hold back when Atlas was eating her out like his last meal on death row at her first spike, and now I have her thick ass in my face as she drops to her elbows and shoves her face in the dirt.
Fiery hair glows in the moonlight, my hand threading through the waves to wield them like a handle as I purr for her, “Good girl, such a good Omega letting her Alpha take her like this.”
Her own purr starts up at the praise, pleased that she’s pleasing me, but it turns to cursing as she curls again with pain.
We are out of time. I knew I didn’t have time to prepare her properly, but I did not think I’d have no time at all.
Shit, she is going to hurt tomorrow after this, if she even lets me have her in a moment.
Notching my cock at her entrance, I can feel the moment she stiffens, turning her head to gape at me.
Not from the pain, but from the delicate row of barbs around the crown.
“Shh, they won't hurt, I promise.” It is the truth, they’re not true barbs in this form, more like rubbery spines.
In her desperation, that seems to soothe her, rubbing back against me, the sputtered out purr resuming.
I wish I could take it slow, but as soon as her scorching heat envelopes my tip, I’m lost to the pure feral desire of my rut.
With an animal grunt, I bare my teeth and punch my hips straight into her.
Moans echo between us as she clamps down, inner muscles bearing against me as the simple entrance pushes her over the edge for the first time, and I have to recite the instructions for the climbing wall just so I don’t pop my knot early.
Fuck, I’ve forgotten how much I love an Omega in heat, they’re dynamite, ready to go off at the slightest touch.
She’s like a vice around me, and despite being only the first thrust, I pull out and flip her.
Her face shows pure bliss, her mouth open with a soft pant, and her cheeks flushed.
Hair spreads like a mahogany halo behind her, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Driving straight back in without a second thought, I watch her lids flutter, only the barest blue-green ring around the endless dark of her blown pupils.
Tomorrow I can worship her, tonight, I’ll fuck her like I still hate her.
The barbs catch on each backstroke, dragging against every sensitive spot within, a smirk tugging at me as those lovely eyes roll back and a low, drawn-out cry of pleasure escapes her.
“Lucas…” My name on her lips is pure sin, better than anything I could have hoped for, and it takes everything in me not to lean forward and puncture the bared flesh of her throat, to claim her before she’s ready.
Instead, I grit my teeth, dragging my nose across the soft skin as I rut, burying her scent as deeply in my brain as I bury my cock inside her, until the top of my half-swollen knot is catching.
The tip of my tongue traces her pulse. Little hints of citrus gather on my taste buds, the throbbing of her lifeblood and scent glands so close to my teeth.
I see now why Fury sent me. Atlas had no self-control, and Fury’s Alpha is a domineering prick; they both would have claimed, whilst I simply enjoy.
Her legs lock around my hips and keep me close as I fight to drive in and out. The wet slap of my balls against her ass almost covers the whispers of my name, and my mind blanks as she comes again.
“You’re so perfect, aren’t you?” I don’t think I can control the words as they spill out, “Coming around me and I haven’t even played with your pretty little clit yet.”
Something shifts in the bushes near us, an unfamiliar whiff of tobacco drawing an unholy yowl from my throat.
Arms wrap around my neck, pulling me down to meet satin lips at last, but my eyes roll up to watch the circling wolves.
Shadows prowl through the woods, the reflective eyeshine glowing as they close in around us.
I need to get my knot in her before they decide she’s still available.
“You’re going to come again, aren’t you?
And this time I’m going to let you have my knot amorzhino, but I need you to earn it,” My hand snakes between us, my Omega squealing as I double down on my thrusts, driving her into the leaf litter.
My other arm scoops under her hips, and I rock back on my knees.
I’m going to need the leverage. She’s so damn tight, and I’m already half swollen.
Skye’s hips wiggle, drawing me deeper with each push until we both feel the strain.
She lets out a sharp whine, my fingers circling a little quicker, a little rougher until she’s writhing, and I catch at last, my knot sinking halfway before she tightens around me for a final time.
Her muscles clench, drawing me that final inch.
White blankets my vision, ringing in my ears as the pressure in my spine explodes, balls drawing up as I lock inside her, cock kicking with each spurt of hot cum.
Collapsing forward onto my forearms, I nuzzle her sweaty cheek, heaving in breath and shifting my hips.
The last thing I need is to crush her beneath, whilst I catch my breath after she’s completely blown my mind.
I can’t go back to a life without this now, knowing how perfect it feels to be buried in my scent match.
I wish it could last forever, but the danger around us is lurking, and it’s only a minute before the first of the wolves steps out of the dense leaf cover.
They’re going to attack us regardless, because, like an idiot, I assumed they would leave us alone if they thought she was claimed.
I should really know better than to think that bad guys follow the rules.
Now we’re stuck together, vulnerable and without any protection until Fury can find us.
Even then, it’s just one wolf against a whole pack.
Leaning down to Skye, I disguise it as affection as I whisper in her ear, “I need you to hold onto me, as tight as you possibly can. Do not let go, no matter how much this might hurt us both.”
My muscles burn as I lift us both to sit back on my haunches.
Skye is whimpering as it pulls at my knot within her, the barbs prickling, and I grimace at the discomfort.
I will have to trust in her little monkey grip here, all but strangling me as I feel her tremble at the effort of holding on.
Now, for a little party trick that I am hoping they won’t expect, just in time for the first wolf to come barreling in a flash of brown fur towards us.
Shifting my hands and feet into a sort of half-form, I scale the tree behind us, wincing as the added weight grates my pads against the tree and my claws strain to pull us up.
A dull thud sounds below us as the wolf hits the trunk, but we’re well out of reach by the time the rest join in, yipping and calling from the ground.
A few try to jump or scramble with blunt claws against the bark, but the relief that none make it more than a few feet before crashing back down takes some of the tension from my body.
Reaching a split in the branches that is wide enough to hold us both comfortably, I try to settle us somewhat, cradling my Omega against my body with my bare back against the rough wood, though I keep my claws out to score the face of any wolf that comes within biting distance of us.
“Lucas Amberwood,” A deep voice calls from below, and I can see just enough to note the thick, bulging form of Brynn Blackclaw, Cardinal of the pack, “Of course, you’d be the cat getting caught up in wolf business, how’s a third Omega treating you?”
Skye clutches at me, feeling the tremor that shakes me with the pain of memories.
Tightening my grip around her, I note the goose flesh breaking out across her arms and back, the little whimpers despite the relative safety of the height.
Terror has well and truly pushed her heat flare back up, and I wish my knot got the message too, so we could at least shift and remain warm whilst four big dark-coated wolves close ranks around their Cardinal below us.
Pressing my nose against her hair, I busy my hands with grooming her, plucking leaves from the strands, and mumbling what are definitely useless placations.
Fury needs to hurry his ass up.