Chapter 27
Dorian
“What does my Omega want?” I teased as I held Opal by her hair and stared into her beautiful blue eyes while my knot receded, releasing me from her tight heat.
“I want you to break me in half.” The wolf’s voice still rumbled within her human voice, making it the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
We can go again.
I looked at my dick. Are you sure?
Opal whined as she dropped to all fours, pressing her cheek against the floor and spreading her legs enough to see her pink, swollen flesh still glistening with my seed.
Such a needy, perfect mate.
I growled, fisting the length of my cock and urging it back into the game.
I’d been with females in heat before and had prided myself on being able to maintain my stamina to help them out, but being with Opal was a different beast. She matched my appetite—exceeded it even—and I was more eager to please her than I’d ever been for a female in my life.
I wanted every part of her. Wanted to claim her for myself. To hide her away from the world and, in the same breath, to show everyone she was mine.
She doesn’t bear our mark.
I know.
My fingers dug into her soft hips as I slammed myself home, sinking into the hilt. Opal’s cry of pleasure filled me with such pride that I forgot the ache in my jaw from clenching my teeth.
Atlas had only been gone a few hours, but that was enough time for my beast to become a possessive monster. I could take her. Claim her.
I pulled back and thrust hard again, making her cry out. “That’s it,” I cooed. “Take all of me.”
I wanted to bury myself so deep into her body and heart that she couldn’t get away. This was a drug. A sin. One I’d never get enough of.
But—damn it—Atlas was right.
Opal had been lost to the heat for days. Who knew what she’d want when she emerged on the other side? I didn’t feel my whole self either. With mating season and the call of the rut fully upon us, I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than this room.
Inside this pussy.
I quickened the pace to match Opal’s needy thrusts as she rocked back against my thighs.
“Does my mate want more?” I smiled, feeling my fangs descend as adrenaline flooded my veins.
She cried out as I pounded that one spot again… and again… and again.
“Deeper,” she gasped, pressing up onto her hands.
“As you wish.” I fisted her hair how she liked it, driving myself harder and deeper.
She moaned as she arched back, meeting me thrust for thrust, and rocking to her knees.
I held her closer, breathing her sweet scent in, as she pushed her breasts out and rested her back against my chest, still meeting my every thrust with a return of her own.
Her eyes were closed, lost to her own pleasure, and I growled as I reached around to pinch and roll her clit between my fingers, eliciting those little gasps I’d become so fond of.
Opal’s walls fluttered around my cock as she came to the edge. Her eyes were still shut as she lost herself to the sensations.
“Mark me,” she begged as she bared her neck. Her body quivered under my hands.
The maple syrupy scent intensified, becoming intoxicating. I could almost taste the sugar as I pressed my mouth to her neck, teasing and biting the skin there.
Take her.
I was playing with fire.
Her pulse thrummed beneath my tongue. So fast. So sweet. Ready to burst.
“Now,” Opal urged as she rode my cock.
“Not yet.” I nipped at her skin and pulled my face away, fighting the snarling intensity of my wolf.
The door to the nest opened as her orgasm crashed over her hard and fast. The rush of fresh air was a jarring relief.
“Where have you been?” I hissed through clenched teeth as Opal shuddered and fell apart in my arms.
“Atlas?” she panted, still clinging to me and reaching for him. I felt the rush of slick come again, knowing exactly what it meant. “I need you.”
“I’m here, princess.” He took off his shoes before crossing the threshold, still dressed in jeans as he sank to his knees in front of Opal.
She started to move again, drawing lazy hip circles against my lap with my half-broken dick inside her. “Again?” she whispered, voice thick with her wolf.
I… I needed a break.
I kept moving inside her, keeping the heat at bay, as I swept her hair to the side to speak into her ear, “You’re going to climb onto Atlas and mount his fat cock while he knots you like the good little wolf you are.”
“Yes.” Opal giggled, giddy and drunk on pheromones as she hurried to obey. She helped free him from his pants. I dragged my hands over my face, exhaustion creeping in.
“There’s meat and Gatorade in the cooler outside.” Atlas’s voice caught me off guard. The rough sound of it was a sharp contrast to the feminine sounds Opal filled the nest with.
I nodded, trying not to growl when he cupped Opal’s cheeks like she was precious and his gaze swept over her, checking her for marks as she climbed onto his lap.
Get ahold of yourself.
Pins and needles shot through my legs as I climbed to my feet. Opal whined when I reached the open door. I turned back to her, pulled by the tug in my chest.
Goddess, my mate was beautiful.
Even covered in sweat with wild hair, she was a vision. Perfection.
Her bottom lip stuck out as she rode Atlas’s cock slowly, pleading with me with her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I teased. “Does my pretty mate want both her holes filled?”
“Please.” She dug her nails into Atlas’s shoulders as she moved faster, making him growl as he wrapped a protective arm around her back.
“Someday,” I promised as I tapped her on her plump ass, giving a slight nod to Atlas when his frustrated gaze met mine and motioning to the bag of toys I’d left open for him to use. “But first, I need you to break your other mate.”
*
The sun set on the mountain peaks, casting the sky in a blaze of orange and pink hues. Raw steaks and drinks sat in the cooler outside Opal’s nest.
Of course, he’d want me to cook.
Though I supposed I could shift into my wolf to eat the meat raw, but Opal needed something warm in her belly besides our cum.
And I didn’t really want to give my wolf full control just yet.
Not that I didn’t trust him…
You don’t.
I just needed to clear my head for a bit.
The stars were already starting to twinkle above as I finished making a fire in the pit and grilled some of the meat on a flat rock.
There was a rustle in the leaves. A crashing too loud to be anything to worry about. Predators—at least decent ones—didn’t make that much noise.
My wolf raised his sleepy head and sighed as I felt Georgie’s presence in the background. As far as I was aware, I had about a hundred yards’ range that I could communicate with members of Bailey Pack. Georgie wasn’t far.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, using my Alpha link to communicate with him.
There was a whispered curse word and something snapping. I assumed he’d tripped. Georgie was crafty and quick on his feet until the moment he stepped into nature.
Finally, he spoke. “Just checking on you, Alpha. Making sure you aren’t dead.”
“Not yet,” I told him.
“You need anything?” he asked. “Your mom and Sunny said they can send out a basket.”
Smoke drifted from the meat frying on the rock. “I’m good.”
“Okay. Well, we’re all waiting for you to come home.” Georgie lingered a little longer, trying not to let me feel his anxiousness down the line and failing miserably.
I wasn’t good at this.
But I tried to be. “Give me a few more days.”
“A few more days,” he echoed.
Atlas growled from behind me as he stepped outside the nest, sniffing the air. “One of yours?”
“Yep.” I flipped the meat, hearing Georgie with all the stealth of a drunken cat take off through the sparse woods. “Yours just passed by an hour ago.”
And the hour before that. Like clockwork. Volk Pack had a security team that patrolled the borders, but I don’t know who they were worried about.
Unless it was me.
That riled my beast a bit. Pretentious pricks assuming we’d do anything to them. Maybe decrease property values or some shit.
“We need to talk.” Atlas buttoned his pants and pulled on a shirt as he came up to the fire.
“That was fast. Two pumps this time?” My teasing lacked any real malice. I was too tired to fight. Opal’s soft snores drifted from the nest, making my wolf relax. Neither of us had the energy to do much more.
“No jokes.” Atlas crouched on the other side of the firepit so he could keep an eye on the nest behind me. “We need to figure this out.”
“Figure what out?” I added another cut log to the fire. That’s what I should’ve told Georgie to bring. More wood.
“Don’t be stupid. We need a plan,” Atlas barked.
I moved the meat off the rock before it overcooked, stalling. True, we’d been locked in a sort of stalemate the past few days while we tended to Opal’s needs. The full Worm Moon shone overhead, reminding us that the rut was at its peak, but that had been negated by her early heat.
And we still had more to do here.
“Opal… She…” Atlas stared into the fire. If I didn’t know better, I’d have asked if he had a stutter. “She doesn’t deserve to live like this. We can’t keep her here forever.”
“Can’t we, though?” I smirked. “I was thinking we could build her a place right here in the middle. Give her a castle to invite us to when she sees fit.”
It’s not a bad idea…
Atlas grabbed a stick to stir the fire higher. “I shouldn’t expect someone like you to understand.”
“Someone like me?” I scoffed. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Is the little country boy still mad the riffraff moved next door?”
“It’s not even about that.” He clenched his jaw. “Opal is a Luna. We can’t keep her isolated away from the pack.”
“Your pack, you mean.” I glared at him. “And you’re an idiot who hasn’t been paying attention. She doesn’t want the spotlight. She wants this. Something simple. To be loved and cared for. Building a place here is perfect.”
“No, you don’t understand what she’s been through and how that makes her want to hide away,” Atlas growled.
“And what do you know about that?” I growled in return, feeling a sinking sensation in my gut. I’d known she’d experienced some hardship. She wouldn’t move like she did without it. But to think that she’d confided in Atlas and not me… That she felt safer around him and knew he could give her more.
Nope. Don’t like that.
“I spoke with her Alpha,” Atlas said.
“You… You… What?” I sputtered, outraged on Opal’s behalf. “How could you go behind her back?”
“This is why you’re not fit to lead a pack.
” Atlas’s eyes narrowed. “Opal knows I spoke with him. I wouldn’t have lied or kept that from her.
But it’s an Alpha’s job to protect his pack and his mate.
When I saw traits in her suggesting abuse, I needed to get the whole story before my wolf took control. ”
With my tongue in my cheek, I turned my face to the night sky and the shining moon above. His words touched something that shouldn’t have mattered.
“You’re not fit to lead.”
Yeah, well, he’s not fit to please my mate.
“Journey is a decent Alpha,” Atlas kept talking. “I ended up asking for his permission to take care of her and he made me promise I would.”
My fists clenched at my side as I nodded.
I should’ve thought of that.
“And I intend to honor that promise,” he said. “Which brings me back to my original question. How are we going to give Opal the life she deserves between the two of us?”
“Are you seriously asking me or do you already have it all figured out, Alpha?” I spit the title as an insult.
He didn’t rise to the bait. “My pack doesn’t want your pack anywhere near here and I can’t say that I blame them.”
“You know, I wish I understood what makes us so deplorable that your precious pack can’t stand to smell us from miles away.” My wolf started to pace, itching to get this solved once and for all.
Atlas’s expression turned grave. “You should’ve figured that out by now.”
“I haven’t,” I said. “Care to enlighten me?”
“It’s not all my story to tell.” His shoulders sagged as if he was tired of holding them up. “But it is my job to make sure my pack is safe.”
“From me?” I scoffed.
“From beasts like you,” he growled. “And anyone else who’d exploit others for their own gain.”
“That’s not—”
“Even if you didn’t bring the cameras and spotlight to our doorstep, what’s to stop you from skipping town and leaving an Alpha-less pack for me to care for?” Atlas ranted. “This isn’t some circus game you can play.”
“You seem to have me all figured out,” I said bitterly, not even bothering to try and defend myself. Alphas like him didn’t change their minds. “So tell me, is this conversation going somewhere? Or do you already have a plan for my mate?”
“My mate will be cared for, no matter the outcome.” He snagged a piece of steak from the rock, holding it aloft to prove a point. “But I’m trying to figure out how to fit you into the equation.”
“Let’s see…” I stood, brushing off my legs.
“You have no right to the territory I legally claimed, despite all your attempts to thwart me at every turn. Fate literally tied us together for the rest of our lives by blessing us with the goddess’s gift of an Omega.
The way I see it, you’re stuck with me, so you better get used to—”
“Guys.” Opal’s whimper from her nest had both of us turning her direction, holding our breath to see if she was sleeping or awake and in need.
The moon beat down upon us, shining in all her silver glory, as the fire crackled and smoke hung heavy in the air.
I waited another heartbeat before I broke the silence, looking over my shoulder at Atlas, who sat like a monstrous stone statue by the fire. “I’m not leaving her side.”
“I think you believe that now,” he said.
We’ll show him.
“Where’d you go?” Opal yawned and whined as she reached for us in the cold bed.
“But let’s see how long that lasts.” Atlas bit into a hunk of steak I’d cooked as he headed back to the nest.