Carnage Island (Reject Island)(31)

“Hmm,” he hums, crawling up and over my body. “Do you need something, little one?” His blue eyes are blazing with liquid fire, his aura blistering with a convoluted mixture of fury and arousal. I can feel it lapping at my skin, threatening to burn me from the inside out. “I told you not to run,” he whispers, his lips less than an inch away from mine.

My wolf tells me to arch into him, to feel the power of his body against mine.

I do.

Because I’m helpless to her instincts.

Helpless to whatever is happening to me.

“I think you need another bath. Maybe I’ll make you take one alone, draw out this agony until you’re ready to really beg.” Such dark words, ones that make my wolf whine in protest.

I wrap my legs around his waist, the bold move purely instinctual, and grind myself against him.

Fuck, I’ve never felt this hot before. Like I’m seconds away from exploding. Except I can’t find the match to finish lighting my fuse. “Tieran,” I groan, grabbing his shoulders and digging my nails into his flesh.

He narrows his eyes. “Topping from the bottom, I see.” His palm finds my throat, giving it a brutal squeeze. “That’s not how I work, little one. I’m Alpha. I top. You’re an Omega. You submit.”

I start to shake my head, his words making no sense. Not an Omega, I want to say, but his grip is too tight on my throat to allow words.

“You ran,” he continues. “You ran and made me chase you. I fought for you, Clove. I’m still wearing their blood, too. It’s on my tongue. Just like your sweet cunt.” His mouth seals over mine, making me taste his words, the decadent flavor of copper and musk sliding easily down my throat.

I groan in response, eager for more.

He chuckles as I suck on his tongue, my beast taking charge of my human form. She’s starving and he’s her lifeline.

I’m merely an observer now, aching inside as my body begs for a release I don’t understand.

His arousal is hard between my legs, and so hot. I mewl, pressing into him again, then suck his tongue even deeper into my mouth.

I want everything. I want him. I want… to feel full.

“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Tieran.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for. But on some base level I do. I want him inside me. To fill me. To please me.

I dig my nails even more into his skin, drawing blood as I shift my body below, grinding against his massive length.

Oh, moon.

I saw it when he shifted the other day.

I saw it again when he shifted today.

And now… now I’m feeling it against my much smaller body.

It’s enough to make me still, to realize how terrible of an idea this is.

My wolf may want that monster inside me, but it is never going to fit.

And what is that bulge near the base?

I boldly reach between us to touch him, my mind splintering between reason and need. “Why…?” I manage to ask, my fingers grazing the bulbous mass near his groin. It’s not his balls. It’s at the top of his shaft. And it’s pulsating.

“Why what?” He reaches between us to wrap my palm around his thick cock, allowing me to really feel that length.

And yeah, that’s not going inside me.

He’s way too big.

A thought that makes me whimper because my wolf is demanding I try.

“Are you asking why I won’t fuck you yet, Clove?” His eyes glimmer with cruelty as he stares down at me. “Because I’m not sure I want to claim you. Maybe I should issue my own challenge, hmm?”

My wolf snarls in my head, furious with his words.

And to my horror, some of it comes out through my mouth.

Which makes him chuckle and draw his nose across my cheek as his lips meet my ear. “Don’t worry, darling. My wolf is just as enamored with you as you are with him.”

My animal immediately calms.

But I don’t.

“I don’t understand,” I finally manage to breathe, my grip tightening near his base again. “Help me understand.” It’s a plea that brings tears to my eyes. Because all of this is foreign. I’m trying to give into my animal, to do what she’s demanding I do.

However, feeling his erection in my palm has oddly grounded me in reality.

He’s so much larger than Canton.

It should be impossible.

It is impossible.

He’s not going to fit.

And something about that makes me want to cry.

Or maybe it’s the fear of knowing he’s going to force it that causes my eyes to water.

I feel so weak. So lost. So… so hot.

I groan inside and out. I’m losing my mind.

“You’re going into estrus,” Tieran says, his palm suddenly on my cheek, his thumb wiping away the tear from my skin. “It’s the heat cycle for Omegas, likely caused by you finally meeting your wolf and allowing your Carnage traits to come out to play.”

I shake my head. “Not an Omega.” It comes out as a fragment, my brain incapable of full thought. I’m torn between understanding and demanding he fuck me.

It’s a conundrum that has me whimpering all over again.

And I hate it.

I hate feeling weak.

“I’m not this wolf,” I say out loud. “I’m not. I’m strong. I’m… I’m…” A spasm in my lower belly makes me scream, the agony ripping through my veins and sending me spiraling back into a fit of lust and need.