Carnage Island (Reject Island)(63)

“No,” he replies, surprising me. “My wolf is drawn to yours. If I bite you, we’ll be mated. We just may never be able to procreate.”

“Which is a problem because Tieran is the future Pack Alpha and he needs his line to continue,” Volt says, placing another piece of cheese on my tongue. “But it’s a moot point because you’re going to go into heat again.”

He speaks with a confidence I don’t feel.

And the glimmer in Tieran’s gaze tells me he doesn’t feel that confidence, either.

I chew and finish swallowing before saying, “What happens if we mate and can’t procreate?”

“I either abdicate or seek another Omega for the task,” he says, his voice gruff as he glances at Volt. “And the latter isn’t going to happen.”

Volt narrows his gaze back at him, the two of them engaged in some sort of secret discussion between their eyes.

I clear my throat. “Is the reason it won’t happen because you worry about how it’ll impact the clan?” I hedge, wanting them to let me in on their silent disagreement.

“It’ll destroy our clan,” he says, making Volt grunt.

“You’re not my father, T.”

“Which is precisely why I won’t take another Omega when our clan already has one,” Tieran bites back.

My brow furrows. “If this is about me, then you have to know I would be okay with you fulfilling your duty elsewhere. I mean, most Nantahala males have a harem. My own father, well, not my real father…” I trail off and shake my head. “My point is, it’s a concept I’m not entirely opposed to.”

Both males gape at me.

“You would be okay sharing us with another female?” Tieran asks.

“I would accept that it’s a required part of your nature,” I reply, even as my wolf growls in opposition in my head. She doesn’t understand male needs the way I do. I grew up around men who needed a harem to satisfy their animal lust. “I told Caius this the other day, too.”

“That you would accept us fucking other Omegas when you’re our female?” Tieran presses, his jaw ticking with the words. Some of his anger from earlier is beginning to return to both his expression and his tone.

I clear my throat. “It’s pretty common in the Nantahala Pack… the male urges are stronger, they require more… satisfaction.” It comes out a little less confident than before because both males are glaring at me now, their expressions suggesting they want to punish me again.

Which of course has my wolf doing flips of excitement inside me.

“How many orgasms have I given you today?’ Volt demands, his change in subject making me blink.

“Uh…” I’m not able to respond, his fierce glower stealing the breath from my lungs.

“Two,” he says. “And yesterday, I gave you three while Caius gave you two. So five total. And the day before that was six between the two of us.” He sets the plates on the nightstand while he speaks, then pins me with a look. “How unsatisfied are you right now, Clove? How many orgasms could I give you before you would finally feel sated?”

I’m entirely bewildered by this abrupt subject change. I don’t understand it. And I don’t know how to answer him.

Which makes him growl.

Only it’s not an angry growl, it’s a different kind of vibration, one I feel stroking me right between the legs. “Show me your pussy,” he demands.

I gape at him. “What?”

“You heard him,” Tieran says, and his tone is just as lethal as Volt’s. “Spread your fucking legs so we can see you.”

Volt growls again, causing my stomach to twist with an intensity I feel all the way down to my toes. “Now, Clove.”

These males are going to kill me with their whiplash. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“I’m about to make a fucking point,” Volt says, his palm curling around my foot. I have my legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. But in the next moment, I’m being spread open by Volt tugging one ankle toward him and Tieran grabbing the other.

I yelp, the cool air an unwelcome caress against my slick inner thighs.

But I’m too enthralled by this change in behavior and conversation to issue a complaint.

Especially not with the hungry way Volt studies my throbbing core. He growls again, stirring a moan from inside me as my interior muscles clench.

He’s making me so wet.

So hot.

So damn aroused.

“Volt,” I whisper as he unleashes another vibration, the sensations blistering inside to elicit a fresh coating of dampness between my thighs. I don’t understand what he’s doing or how he’s doing it, but I suddenly need him to fuck me. To fill me. To knot me.

“Two orgasms today and look how slick she is,” Volt says conversationally to Tieran. “I don’t know about you, but that’s all I need in my life.”

“I’m pretty satisfied by it,” Tieran replies, his tone a little less conversational, and slightly more guttural. “You said it was six orgasms the other day and five yesterday, right?”

Volt unleashes yet another growl that makes me whimper. “Yep.”

“And she’s still this needy, hmm?” Tieran hums. “Seems to me she needs three of us to sate her needs. How could we possibly entertain another?”