Fury
Goddess, she smells good. Her heat is here at last, and with the sounds of fighting backing us, I charge into the clearing and straight for the strange wolf who thinks he can claim what is mine.
Hot blood sprays across my face and neck, clamping my jaws and shaking my head like he’s nothing more than a ragdoll until he stops moving.
I drop him to the floor to let him feed the wildlife and serve as a warning to the others.
Taking a step towards my Omega, I lap at my muzzle and lock eyes with her.
I know exactly what happens now. This is something older than Alpha and Omega, and we’re caught up in rites that neither of us has control over.
Maria skids into the clearing just as Skye turns and runs away from the fray, and deeper into the trees.
Atlas pulls up beside me just in time for another rival to peel towards the path our Omega took.
He’s only in sight for a second before a heavy gold and black body hits him from above, and the crunch of the top of his spine between a jaguar's teeth is almost sickening. I was wondering if Lucas would ever show, but I shouldn’t have doubted that he’d be here protecting her when he is truly needed.
He pads over to us before shifting, chest covered in blood and limping from a wound on his thigh, but he waves me off, eying Maria.
He’s well aware of who she is and is rightly suspicious.
There are times when I love how clever she is, getting Theo back on the horse, helping Clay with panic attacks.
Then there are times that I despise it. She’s not playing chase with me here, and as I stand at the edge of the river that she’s run through, she’s trying to mask her smell and doing a fairly good job of it.
Scanning the opposite bank, I can see some marks where she’s scrambled up, but then another, better hidden set a little further up.
Smart Omega is testing to see if her Alpha is worth his salt.
Following the further track, I catch a hint of where she’s left her silvery fur in a thicket of thorns as she’s brushed past them. It’s a little trail, just for me, and I follow the brief eddies of her scent in the wind, and against the trunks where she’s made sure to leave the tiniest hints.
My ears twitch back and forward at every noise.
There’s the rush of water from the river behind us, frogs croaking, night birds calling to their mates, and even an owl as I pass below her.
The ground is soft, loamy, and I can catch little hints of paw prints here and there, pressed into the mud, and follow them.
Her scent is so fucking thick here that it fogs my head, and I feel like I spend far too long salivating over a tiny drip of slick on the dirt before I realize she’s leading me home.
Around in circles, sure, but we’re definitely going back towards the ranch, and I grit my teeth, letting out a sharp bark and lope homeward.
When I’ve only made it a minute or two of running that I hear her; she’s running alongside me just out of sight, and with a sharp twist, I bolt after her, watching her turn tail between the bushes. Gotcha, Skye.
She might be smaller and more agile as she dances around the roots and sprouting saplings, but my legs are longer, and I catch up to her without much effort.
I wait until there’s a break in the trees, just big enough for us to lie before I leap, clamping teeth on her scruff and taking her to the ground.
We shift before we hit the dirt, and I wrap my arms around her to shield her naked body as we roll, laughing as we spin.
We’re filthy, covered in mud and leaves and mosses, but it’s wild and primal and exactly what we both need for this feral claiming.
My hand wraps in her hair, gripping the dark, fiery strands.
I fist them and pull her head back to nip at her throat, tasting the heat on her skin.
She’s gorgeous under me, all that bare skin marked up by our run, leaves plastered to her, and the wet sheen of the dew drops.
Those big ocean eyes stare up, and for a second, it feels like she’s judging my very soul before her lids drop and her mouth opens on a quiet, “Fury…”
“Goddess above, Firecracker, you smell like heaven… You smell like… Mine.” I rumble into her ear, pressing my body down the length of hers.
She freezes as the thick bars of piercings press down on her, but instead of fear, she perfumes, filling our little cubby with a boozy haze that's taking over my senses, making me purr for her. Melting under me, I give her a second to adjust to my weight before I can’t hold it back any longer.
The feral hunger overtakes me, and I’m not aware of how we end up in a new position, but she’s got her face pressed into the dirt, her ass up in the air.
She’s going to be absolutely covered in mud at this rate, but I can’t find it within myself to give a single iota of a fuck as I grip my cock and run it around her entrance.
Between her slick and the pearly drops of pre-cum, we’re both absolutely soaked.
I fight for a second to pull back, not to force the whole length, half-swollen knot, included, straight into her.
“You sure about this, Firecracker? Once I start, I ain’t stopping until you’ve taken my knot and my bite, and you’re part of my pack. ”
“Bite, fuck.” She chirps, wiggling her ass against me, trying to push back even as I pin her hips with my other hand to try and stop her.
“Please. Please, Alpha, want your knot and your mark! Want to be pack.” And that undoes me.
Who knew Omegas could be so fucking persuasive when they beg so sweetly?
“I’ll make you count every fuckin’ bar sometime, Omega, but now, you’re going to be a good girl and remember that you’re my Firecracker, yeah?
You’re the best thing that’s happened to this pack, and we love you, but right now…
” I lean over her, pressing my weight onto her back, “Right now I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.
” Then I bottom out in a single thrust, her slick gliding me in like I’m on ice.
Fuck she’s tight, fitting around me like a glove as I pull out, feeling the pop of each ring of my ladder as they slide back.
She’s beneath me, one long drawn whimper escaping between begging words.
I don’t even think it is words anymore, just any sound to make sure I fill her again, pushing back in.
Neither of us is going to last long this time, and she’s too far into heat for me to push her; we both need the relief, and I’ll give her everything else later.
Releasing her hair, I wrap an arm around her waist to get my fingers against her clit, circling it until I find a rhythm she likes, the whining turning into high keens as she tries to desperately rock her hips against me, but I wait, wait until she’s desperate before my hips move again.
She’s already clenching around me, slick soaking us both when I power forward, hissing at the rippling walls trying to pull my orgasm out of me.
My hips meet her ass hard, pistoning against her, both of us dissolving into feral growls and guttural noises as my knot starts to catch, the effort to pull it out harder and harder.
I can feel the moment she detonates under me.
Her cunt clamps down, stops me from pulling back, and my only option is to push deeper, my knot forcing through her muscle until it pops inside and locks us tight.
My vision whites as my balls throb and I fill her with the first pulses of my seed, my head bowing to her neck and teeth sinking through.
Blood fills my mouth, and my Omega yelps, crashing forward and pulling me down on top of her, stuck together as we ride out the waves of pleasure and pain, her hands dragging my arm forward to sink her neat little canines in return.
Fuck.
Colors explode in the back of my brain. Where once there was only a thin aura of my pack, she’s there now, in my mind, her emotions flooding me with warmth.
I can feel her settling there like it’s where she was always meant to be.
She’s happy, no, she’s fucking ecstatic at having this.
There’s a soft undertone of longing, swept away by our awe, the ribbon of her very soul tying around mine in a perfect silver leash.
No pack lessons in school, or books of research could have ever prepared me for sharing my very existence with this woman.
Everything settles all at once, the colors dimming, the emotions turning from a tornado into a flowing river, always there, always present, but not overpowering as they are.
Warm, wet trails trickle down my face, splashing on her back, and I don’t care as I sob against her, clutching my Omega to me, lapping at the wound on her shoulder like it’s my last lifeline to this world.
I don’t even stop when our pack steps out of the trees, first Atlas, Lucas, then Clay and Theo, looking a little worse for wear, but they all share the same stunned expression.
She’s ours now. She’s really ours and she’s here to stay.
My chest rumbles to life, purring for my Omega as I tip us to our sides, spooning her in the mud, but I couldn’t care less about the dirt, the bugs, or our pack watching with wanton, longing gazes.
Atlas always did look at her like she hung the moon and stars.
Theo steps forward, and I can’t help the possessive growl that slips out before I smother it against Skye’s hair, tucking her tighter to my body.
“We should probably get her back to her nest, she’s going to need it soon when she fully drops…
And there are still a few people around here that you probably don’t want seeing our girl naked, huh?
” I know there’s sense in his words, I know that it should mean something to me, but I’m just drifting.
Tamest rut I ever went through, but it won’t last long.
I can smell her heat ramping up, and I know this is only the start.