The Alpha King (Kingdom of Askara #1)(15)

Luca and Sam crept closer, hoping the wolves outside were too drunk to scent them, until finally they stopped behind a bush. Luca saw the hut as Asher had described, and the two gammas who had gone in with Gareth were now outside standing watch. The rest of the humans and the other four gammas Asher said had been drinking lay snoring in a pile about twenty feet away.

“Asher?” Luca whispered. “Can you take them if Sam and I go to the hut?”

Asher nodded grimly and glanced at the other rag-tag assortment of men that were with him, all of them nodding their understanding. “We take the guards silently. I don’t want to alert whoever is in the hut.”

Luca agreed. He couldn’t risk the precious few seconds of Gareth being warned before he got to Kit. “Now,” Luca said as he stood, but just at that second an agonized scream came from the hut, turning his blood to ice. “Kit!” he roared and the knives flew from his belt with deadly accuracy before he had taken barely two steps. One gamma fell with a knife through his heart. The other didn’t even get a chance to take a last breath as the blade pierced his forehead. Sam ran straight after him and they both crashed through the door.

Luca saw everything through a red haze. Anger the like of which he had never known boiled over him at the sight of Gareth pinning Kit to the bed, Kit naked, and Gareth with his pants down to his ankles. He was just lining his filthy, dripping cock up to a struggling Kit while he held Kit down by the back of his neck with his partially shifted and clawed hand.

Luca heard shouts outside as the ground shook. Fear registered in Gareth’s eyes as Luca grabbed the wolf by the throat and lifted him off the floor. Legs scrambling, he tried desperately with clawed fingers to loosen the hands Luca was choking him with. Luca roared again and Gareth’s face turned purple, his struggles becoming weaker.

“Sire, Sire... Luca!” Luca took a breath as he registered the small cry and saw Kit crying in Sam’s hold.

Luca opened his fingers instantly and Gareth dropped to the floor. Sam let go of Kit at the same time and then Kit launched himself at Luca. Luca folded his arms around him protectively and bent his head.

He couldn’t think. Kit’s delicious scent weaved through his lungs and he drew in deep breath after deep breath. Luca couldn’t stop shaking. He became aware of someone whispering comfort to him, and realized it was Kit. Murmured words interspersed with kisses, covered his skin and soothed his heart. He held Kit close, the omega’s skin like a furnace.

“I’m sorry,” Luca ground out. “I should have listened to you.”

Garbled words left Kit’s throat and even desperate as Luca was to claim him, he tried to grasp the shreds of his control.

“He’s sick,” Luca said to Sam.

Sam took a step nearer to Kit and a growl seemed to burst from Luca’s throat. Kit seemed almost delirious, rubbing himself on Luca, whines and little pleading noises filling the air.

“Sire,” Sam said, taking a step back, “you need to claim him.”

Luca’s wolf roared in his mind and his gums ached. “I-I can’t.”

“Sire,” Sam pleaded, “he’s not sick, he’s in heat.”

What? Luca’s mind cleared. “That’s impossible, he’s a human—a male human, not a female she-wolf.”

“He’s a pure omega, Sire. Listen to your wolf.”

Kit mewled again—“Luca, Luca please,”—and Luca felt the last shred of control over his wolf snap. Luca captured Kit’s lips. He mauled Kit’s mouth. Licked and sucked and gently bit. He vaguely heard the door to the hut close firmly and knew Sam had taken Gareth outside. He didn’t care whether the wolf was still alive, all his focus was on the gorgeous lithe body wriggling temptingly in his arms.

He wrenched his lips away from Kit with difficulty. Kit’s scent was drugging him until he could barely think. “I can’t. I haven’t any—” He couldn’t take Kit with merely spit. The idea appalled him.

“I am an omega,” Kit said, clutching him. “I am your omega.” He took Luca’s cheeks in both of his small hands. “My body was made for you, you cannot hurt me...ever.”

Luca blinked at the complete certainty in Kit’s eyes. He hoisted him higher. Kit wrapped his legs around Luca’s waist instantly and Luca’s hand strayed to the crease of Kit’s ass. Kit trembled as Luca’s hand slid further, but not in fear. Luca stared into the deep blue eyes, wide with lust and dark with longing. His gaze dropped to Kit’s lips—pink, puffy, but curving in the most heart-stoppingly beautiful smile he had ever seen.

Luca’s breath caught and Kit slid closer, tightening his legs and pressing his cock against Luca’s abdomen, silently begging. He fixed his eyes on Kit’s face and searched with his finger, immediately finding Kit’s puckered entrance. He swirled his finger around and his finger came back slick. He blinked in shock.

“Made for you. I told you,” Kit urged and Luca slipped his forefinger in as Kit gasped and his head fell back. Luca nearly came himself at the look of complete rapture on Kit’s face. He truly was made for Luca. Kit moaned decadently, the sound sending another bolt of heat to Luca’s groin.

He had to lay Kit down, now. There was a small bed in the corner and Luca only took two steps to reach it. He lay Kit down gently on his back.

“It may be easier if you turn over and get on your knees,” Luca insisted.