Chapter 5 Silas
Ghost set a ward boundary around the cabin.
I find the vacuum effect unsettling, having only experienced it through Deidre’s coven before this.
I suspect I’ll always associate that sensation with horrible shit.
But we’re encased in a shield, so if anyone came looking, they would see and hear nothing but woods.
I gather water, kill a few rabbits, skin them quickly. My alpha is furious with me, my wolf so close to the surface my arms keep erupting in fur, knees threatening to bend into hind legs—but I chain both beasts down with iron-clad control while we prepare provisions for our mate.
Ghost stalks the perimeter, beyond the wards, searching for any signs of the witches. It’s evening now, barely a full day since we arrived. With the gut-wrenching cries from my mate inside the cabin, it feels like it’s been weeks.
I thrust my hands beneath the spigot, the frigid water cutting into my flesh like shards of glass as I rinse off the blood and fur from the rabbits. Every nerve ending screams—sounds pierce my eardrums, scents overwhelm me, my skin crawls with awareness.
Mona’s cries tear through the cabin walls from inside and rip into my chest. Broken sobs, periodically twisting into guttural moans of pleasure as she gets herself off. But the relief is hollow, each time she wrings an orgasm from her body, it sounds empty.
I left her alone in there. She’s rubbed herself raw, her pussy puffy and used, yet still aching for a knot, for anything we could give her.
It makes my heart race. I can’t go in there. I’ll ruin her.
Her pleas aren’t consent. It’s a cruel fucking twist of nature, a biological imperative. It’s not real.
It feels real, though.
Ghost likened an omega’s heat to giving birth. “Read about it,” he explained clinically when I asked if he knew many omegas. “Deep, intense pressure followed by sharp, visceral pain. Unrelenting need, torturous if unfulfilled. When satisfied—sweet ecstasy. For both parties.”
He’s mostly kept to himself. Though each time he returns to the cabin, I can see the control slipping—nostrils flaring, muscle in his jaw twitching, gaze lingering on the closed cabin door a half-second too long.
He’s faring better than I am, though.
I stand outside the door with a full pitcher of water. I need to check on her. She needs to drink, to eat. The barrier feels like the entrance to hell—what waits inside is my greatest desire and my downfall.
Mona cries again, but the sound is different. Raw, urgent. High-pitched. Something’s wrong. My feet move before my brain catches up, and I’m through the door before I remember to prepare myself, to put up my defenses.
Mona launches herself at me the second I open the door. The pitcher of water crashes to the ground. She’s already claimed my shirt for her nest, but her fingertips turn to claws and she rips into my jeans. I hiss and try to pull her off, but she’s feral, mad with pain and lust.
“Mona,” I snap. Her claws slice open at my thigh, and she shoves her hands through the hole in the material. I groan when the sharp tip of her finger scratches against my cock as she tries to grab it.
“Fuck,” I rasp. One moment I’m pushing her away, the next I’m dragging her closer. I just want her too badly. I need her.
I’m losing control. My alpha and my wolf are working against me. My fingers shake as I fumble with my zipper.
“Knot, I need a knot,” she chants, pawing at me.
My agreement is unquestioned, and I’m naked in seconds. I let my cock spring free, like it’s been caged for years. She’s a blur of movement, lunging for me and tackling me to the ground. My head cracks against the hard floor, but she grips my cock, and then all the pain leaves my body.
“Alpha,” her omega pants, and then she impales herself on me in one violent, claiming motion.
It’s euphoric. I nearly choke as I suck in a breath.
She’s so warm. Fucking hot. Mona convulses and screams in joy, her pussy walls clamping down tight, and I nearly black out from the white-hot pleasure as she lifts her pelvis then slams down onto me again.
Her thrusts are erratic and desperate. My reasons for resisting vanish like smoke. I can’t remember why I waited, why I held her back. Why would we waste a single moment doing anything but this. I want to live inside her pussy forever.
Everything grows hazy.
The omega is riding me. She shouldn’t be riding me, I should be pounding into her. I grip her ass and lift, slamming her back onto the ground. She squeals in pleasure, legs quaking around me. I don’t stop, I piston into her, harder, deeper.
“Ahh, ah, ah,” her voice grows higher.
I fuck her harder. This omega that smells so good. Why does she smell so good?
Mate. She’s my mate.
My knot is swelling. Yes.
Knot. Mate. Breed.
Mine.
I drive into her, and when my balls pull up tight, when her orgasm crests and her pussy milks my cock so tightly, I slam in. My knot locks, swelling into place, and she screams, and it sounds like she’s choking.
I empty inside her, roaring, still pounding, but we’re locked together, so her body keeps slamming into the floor.
Harder, more, breed
Mine!
“Oh, fuck,” I hear. The voice of another man in the room makes me snarl and snap my teeth.
This one is mine, he can’t have her.
I look down at the omega. Her eyes are wild. And her teeth are sharp. Her mouth opens wide, and then just as her sharp incisors sink into my neck, I do the same to her.
Lightning cascades through my veins, my nerves light up like a string of fairy lights. It vibrates and sings, and we come together in body and mind.
Mate, we whisper together. In our minds, in our hearts. In our bodies.
I lick the blood dripping from her neck, I suck in her essence. She tastes like honey and sweet flowers. She tastes like home. She is mine.
I hold her like this, tightly, licking and sucking her neck, scraping my teeth across her flesh like I want to devour her whole. I rock my body into hers, as close as I can get.
The second my knot softens, I don’t pull out. I start fucking her again, harder, as if I could pound her straight through the floor.
The other man is saying something, he’s moving frantically around the room, but my omega and I ignore him. We fuck, and the feedback loop of our orgasms through our new bond keeps us locked together. It never ends.
I hope it never ends.