“Do it with your cock now,” she demanded.
I chuckled, removing my fingers with a pornographic sound. Before she could turn back to face me, I pushed her back against the wall. “Stay, I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Oh, good.” She nodded, and I heard the relief in her tone.
My soaked fingers had only started to undo my belt when a roar brought me back to reality.
“Sven!”
Chapter Seven
Anders
Few times in my life had I thought I was about to lose control. As rough as people might find me, I lived on the edge, but I never crossed the line. But as I looked at Isadora pressed against the wall of my home, with Sven behind her, undoing his belt, there were very few rational thoughts coming through.
Per must have sensed that in me. His hand found my arm as if he was preparing to hold me back. When I called my pack member’s name, my voice came out like thunder. Her perfume was choking me, her neediness was syrup over my tongue, and Sven’s fingers were no doubt dripping in her arousal.
Many things were wrong with the image in front of me.
Sven shook his head as if he was trying to shake himself awake, his blond hair plastered over his damp forehead. The northern lights shone behind us, and I cursed everything and everyone.
I’d dreamed of participating in the light festivities since we became a pack. I thought we were going to be one of them out there, under the stars, yet year after year, we close our windows and curtains, hoping not to hear any sound. Their happiness was too much to bear, and I hated that about myself. I wanted my people to be happy. If only I could be happy too.
“Why don’t we all go inside, and we can talk?” Per said, the voice of reason as usual.
His voice snapped Isadora from whatever trance she found herself in. Shaking her head almost like Sven, she pulled her leggings back up over her legs, and I squeezed my eyes closed before they could trace the curve of her hip one last time.
My vibrating anger coursed through my veins. Isadora winced when our eyes met, and I wasn’t feeling guilty whatsoever. Per tugged on my arm, and I let myself be guided inside the house, hearing that Isadora and Sven also were following.
The door closed, and I almost choked. Her scent here inside was too great. My cock became painfully hard, demanding something that I couldn’t give. Pushing me into a mistake. My hands balled into fists, and the words were spat out of my mouth.
“Can anyone tell me what the fuck just happened?”
I looked at Sven first, the doctor. The rational one. His hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed, and the quiet demeanor we hadgrown accustomed to in the last thirty years was gone. I didn’t know this stranger.
Then, my gaze found Isadora, the problem itself. She looked all curves and sin, and I had to hold myself back not to run to her, push that pretty blond hair out of her face, and make her swallow my cock. The image played behind my eyelids as if I could see it happening. I never considered myself a creative man, but at that moment, I was the most creative of them all. I wanted to spank her bare ass until she understood the consequences of her actions. Make it pink, flush before I slowly stretched her with two, no, three fin—
“Oh god!” she moaned like in my dreams, and my knot swelled on its own, as if waiting for a pussy to sink into. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.”
Isadora sat on the couch. Her hands covered her face, and she screamed into her palms. I looked at Per for guidance. I had no idea what this was supposed to mean. He sighed and went to her, kneeling beside her and patting her knee.
“It’s okay. It’s understandable.”
“It’s not okay,” I roared.
Her eyes zapped to mine, and all that softness she displayed a second ago was gone. “Are you going to stand there and slut shame me? Is that it?”
It was a challenge, that was all she had for me. Rough words and challenges. I shook my head. I’d never shame an omega for being affected by the northern lights, but saying it was okay was a lie.
Before I could say my thoughts on the matter, Sven cut me off. “Who is she?”
“You didn’t ask before you started fucking her?” I accused him.
God knew I never thought I was going to accuse Sven of being reckless, yet put an omega in the mix, and the man was completely gone.
“We didn’t…” Isadora started, “do that.”
A weight dislodged from my chest, and I let out a desperate breath. It wasn’t Isadora that worried me. No, she wasn’t my business. But Sven deserved to know who she was, and I was glad he didn’t go that far. That was all that it was.
