Carnage Island (Reject Island)(64)

“Why would we want to?” Volt asks.

“Why, indeed,” Tieran says, bending to kiss my calf as he stretches my leg out wider, further exposing me to them both. “Real wolves know how to properly satisfy themselves and their female, Clove. Real wolves don’t take a fucking harem when they have a mate. Real wolves are faithful. That is why I can’t just take another Omega on the side. Because I’m a real fucking wolf.” He says all this as he starts prowling up my leg, his final statement a whisper against my inner thigh.

I shiver, finally understanding the shift in topic.

Caius told me he would forgive my insult regarding their need for a harem.

It seems he really wasn’t kidding.

Because Tieran and Volt appear to be very insulted by the insinuation that they’ll need more than me in their bed.

Except that’s not how I grew up. This concept of mates being faithful isn’t something I understand. Hell, even Canton said he considered adding me to his harem, and that was after rejecting me as his mate.

The comment didn’t even phase me.

Because that’s the Nantahala way, and the same applies to the Santeetlah Wolves, too.

But not to the Carnage Wolves, something Tieran, Volt, and Caius have all made very clear.

“When I make this pussy mine, it’s the only one I’m ever going to desire,” Tieran says, his blue eyes meeting mine as his tongue traces the damp seam between my legs.

I moan, the sensation igniting a fire in my gut.

Only it’s not enough.

Volt’s growls have worked my wolf into a frenzy, turning her into a keening mess inside me. “I need more,” I whisper, pleading with them. “Please, I… I need more.”

“Mmm, that truth tastes so fucking sweet, little one,” Tieran murmurs before closing his mouth around my clit.

I bow off the bed, only to be pushed back down by Volt’s palm. His dark irises overtake my vision as he leans over me, pinning me with ease to the bed. “Tell us exactly what you want and we’ll give it to you.”

“Yes, darling,” Tieran says, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. “Be honest and we’ll reward you.”

A tremble tickles my spine, making me squirm beneath them.

But I’m trapped.

Tieran has my legs and Volt has my torso.

Both of them are staring at me with intimate intent in their gazes.

All I have to do is say what I want.

So I do.

“I want you to knot me.” The words leave me without remorse, my wolf rumbling in approval. “I need you to knot me.”





25





TIERAN





I meet Volt’s gaze.

There’s only one way this is going to work and the subtle nod he gives me says he understands that.

I don’t trust my wolf not to claim her, which means I can’t fully knot her. But Volt can. If he bites her, the bond won’t snap into place. It needs my blessing as the clan leader.

And as much as I want to claim Clove, I can’t.

Not yet.

We’ve only just begun discussing this situation, and her willingness to share me says we’re not ready. Because she doesn’t yet understand what it means to be our Omega. My anger isn’t directed at her, it’s meant for her pack and the sorry excuse of an Alpha who raises the Nantahala females to accept such disrespectful practices.

A harem is fine.

But not when you have a mate.

A mate is meant to be cherished and worshiped, not degraded to a life of constant servitude. To take other women while in her presence is just so fucking wrong. To force the women to just accept it is even worse.

I’ve known about Alpha Bryson’s penchants for years.

Ever since he tried to give me his daughter as a gift. Not as a mate, but as a fuck doll.

Because he knows how Carnage Wolves operate.

Which makes Clove’s existence all the more suspicious. Her mother was a mixed breed, something he very likely knew.

But Clove clearly didn’t.

I know what she smells like when she lies now. Everything she’s told us until her little statement today has been the truth.

Including the words she just said about needing our knots.

I circle her clit with my tongue, praising her for giving us the truth, then lick downward to lap up her decadent slick.

Definitely Omega, I think, purring in approval.

Only Omegas can produce this moisture and the scent is fucking divine. I have no doubt that it’s driving Alpha Mackin mad right now. But he won’t dare come down here. He also has a deck full of fresh sea air to breathe.

Beta Lock won’t be a problem. While they react to an Omega’s need, they don’t possess the same need to take and claim.

Volt removes his jeans and shoes, then kneels on the bed to lift Clove’s shirt. She’s panting, ready for more, but we’re going to take our time, savor her, and make every minute count.

She needs to understand that she will be it for us.

We will crave no one else.

“Omegas are so incredibly sexual,” I say against her damp flesh. “It’ll be a full time job for us to ensure your needs are always met, Clove. We’ll be too exhausted to take anyone else.”

“Nor will we want to,” Volt adds as he reveals her breasts. “You’re all we’ll ever want for the rest of our lives.” He bends to take her stiff nipple in her mouth, causing her to cry out in pleasure.