Carnage Island (Reject Island)(45)

“Clove,” I ground out, reacting to her following Volt’s command.

I could tell her what to do.

But I’m too damn lost to the sensations to focus.

Her fingers are massaging my knot, demanding I come.

I’m a slave to my Omega’s needs.

“Swallow for me, gorgeous,” I hiss, my limbs shaking from the impending insanity. “Take as much as you can.”

I thrust deep into her mouth on a growl that vibrates through the room as I unleash my pleasure down her hot throat.

She sputters, the poor Omega unused to this act.

But she tries to swallow, her eyes watering from the intensity of it.

Her fingers continue milking my knot, her throat working around my shaft, her tongue leaving my head to coax out every drop.

I pull out enough to let her breathe before going deep again, my orgasm rolling over us in monstrous waves.

It’s unending.

It’s excruciating.

It’s the most amazing pleasure of my life.

And I’ve not even knotted her yet.

That sensuous part of me remains locked inside, but it reacts to her touch, shooting another spurt of cum into her mouth.

She swallows.

But the full force of my climax was too much for her to take.

It’s all over her face, dribbling down her chin.

She’s never looked more gorgeous.

I pull her up to me even as I continue to release a few aftershocks of pleasure, my need to kiss her far more pressing than the rapture spilling from my cock.

Her lips part on a gasp, my tongue snaking inside to duel with her as I roll her beneath me.

She’s so fucking perfect. I want her to know it. To feel it. To understand what our future together really means.

I kiss her soundly, then lick away the cum from her face, not bothered at all by my own flavor.

Especially when she grabs me and pulls me back to suck the essence off my tongue.

I grin, loving this feral display.

I find some of the residual fluid near my groin and bring it to her lips. She sucks my fingers clean.

“Such a good little wolf,” Volt says, reminding us that he’s still here. He’s taken his place alongside us, sans pants, hand on his cock, leisurely stroking. “Do you want more, sweetling?”

“Not yet,” I tell him. “I want my appetizer first.”

And I intend to enjoy it.

Right now.

Right between her slick thighs.

“Bon appetit,” Volt murmurs.

Yes. Bon appetit, indeed.

I start my path downward, my eyes holding Clove’s gaze. “Deep breaths, gorgeous. I’m about to make you scream.”





18





TIERAN





Clove’s moans reach my ears, causing my lips to curl. I told Caius and Volt to take care of her and it appears they’re doing just that.

Good.

I wrap up my email to one of my clients—he wants a discount for his project request, which isn’t happening—and hit send. Volt’s skills are too impressive to ever earn a discount price, something my client will now understand. He can either pay in full, plus a percentage for the perceived insult, or go elsewhere with his bullshit.

We primarily do this to help finance projects on the island. Which makes it unnecessary in the grand scheme of our pack dynamics. But as Volt enjoys playing with knives and guns, it serves as a worthwhile effort on our part.

Caius’s part of the business is where we make most of our money. He’s a master blackmailer, always finding the right rich people to exploit and using it to our benefit. And it helps that Volt kills for some of them; adds fodder to the files.

Caius is also an expert at laundering funds through legitimate corporations and ensuring others are always in our debt. It’s a skill he picked up from his dad, who happens to be one of my father’s best friends, and also the financial manager for the Black Mountain Pack.

Volt’s upbringing was a little different. He came to Black Mountain as a pup, his father having gone insane and killing his mother before taking his own life. His Alpha father refused to join a clan and took a Beta for a mate, yet impregnated an Omega to have a child—Volt.

It didn’t end well.

And Volt’s been dealing with the results ever since.

My father didn’t approve of him for my clan, but it wasn’t his choice. My wolf drives my needs, and he chose Caius and Volt.

And now my wolf wants Clove.

However, her falling out of her estrus is… problematic.

I can’t mate an Omega incapable of providing an heir. That’s my duty as Pack Alpha. And I refuse to mate an Omega only to fuck another to fulfill a requirement. That would destroy my clan.

Which leaves me with the very difficult decision of having to wait.

I need to know Clove can give us what we need before I mate her.

Until then, Caius and Volt can play. But they know not to claim her.

My wolf is pissed, but this is one situation where my human mind overrules his animalistic instincts. It’s my responsibility as a leader to make the right choices in life not just for me, but for my entire pack.

Unfortunately, this is one of them.

Sighing, I close down my computer and stand to stretch my arms over my head. I sent out a message to Alpha Duncan—one of the few who didn’t attempt to challenge me earlier today over Clove—to call for a midnight meeting on the beach.