Page 11 of Wanted By the Wolves
With a grunt, I pick up the heavy-ass shifter. I half stumble, using the wall for support as I cart him down the hall. The first few rooms are empty, and I get pissed.
Where the fuck did Dex take her?
My wolf howls in my mind as I realize what he’s done. Dex took her to the birthing nest. Lilliana wasn’t even mine, but the thought of someone else in her space after what happened makes my wolf see red.
I grit my teeth and force myself to take the stairs at the back of the hall. When I spill into the nest, the sight confuses me.
It’s empty.
With a surge of power fueled by rage, I stumble back down the stairs and through the house to my room.
There, in my bed, are the culprits.
And the worst part? My wolf rejoices at seeing them there. He chants on repeat in my mind.Mates. Protect. Home.
No matter what my wolf thinks, that isn’t happening. With less care than I should, I settle Briggs on a rug near the foot of the bed.
No. Notthebed.Myfucking bed.
“I owe you a life debt,” Dex says, his words choked by the emotion in his voice. He grabs hold of my shoulder, drawing my eyes to his. They are full of hope and sincerity. “Thank you?—”
“Thank me by leaving,” I snap.
I want no part of this. They came without asking, thrust her here for me to watch them all die. Without another look at the dangerous omega, I flee the cabin.
Chapter 7
Dex
This is fucking torture. Absolute torture. I woke up with a raging hard-on and a tiny omega curled up on my bare chest.That was more than an hour ago, and the sun was just setting.
Gage’s room smelled like the alpha when my wolf insisted that I bring her here. It’s saturated with her cinnamon apple now. Her perfume is so strong that it’s pushing me toward rut, calling my alpha to the surface.
It feels wrong to even move, though I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around her. But no matter how much I may want it, she isn’t my omega.Not yet.
I don’t even know her name. All I know is that she’s been hurt badly by alphas. Taking advantage of her in this state would make me exactly like them, no matter what my instincts say about her being my mate.
The blond omega nuzzles into my armpit, her nose twitching. She can’t help it. Even in her sleep, her body is seeking out an alpha. So near to heat, her wolf needs an alpha’s pheromones to ground her.
At least, that’s what I think is happening. I don’t actually know. I’ve never spoken to an omega before her. Everything I know about them I learned from Mako.
A tendril of something sweet fills the air, and my cock twitches.
Fuck. This is bad. This is so bad.
I’m pretty sure she’s starting to slick.
She hikes her small leg farther up and grinds against my thigh.
Definitely slick. So fucking slick.
What the fuck am I supposed to do? My brother is the lead. He makes the decisions. I trust his judgment and follow. But right now, he’s passed out and needs to sleep through healing. I can feel flickers of his pain in the bond we share. That means I’m going to have to figure out what to do on my own.
Too bad my brain can’t focus past anything but the feel of her soft skin. Before I can muster some much-needed control, the omega licks my armpit. It sends a shiver through my whole body, and my cock leaks in my jeans.
It’s an armpit, but damn if the idea of her wanting to bathe in my scent doesn’t make me half feral.
And that’s exactly the problem.
