Carnage Island (Reject Island)(65)

At least until he bites her, which elicits a low hiss from her mouth.

“Don’t ever insult us with the mention of taking other women again, Clove,” I say, watching as Volt’s tongue soothes the indent in her breast. He didn’t break the skin, but he certainly left an impression. “We don’t want a harem. And I will not take another Omega. Only you.”

I nibble her sweet little nub, watching as passion blends with pain in her features. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing her come undone, making her realize what it means to have us in her life.

“You’re ours,” I whisper.

“And we are yours,” Volt says on a low growl.

She squirms in response, that sound a mating call from an Alpha to his chosen mate. Her reaction earlier told me that Caius hasn’t explained that to her yet. Only the purr and other parts of our lives.

After tonight, she’ll understand that an Alpha can bring his Omega to her knees with a subtle rumble.

Just like he can soothe her with a purr.

Or make her scream with his knot.

Omegas drive Alphas mad, but we know how to return the favor in kind.

I trace my tongue down to her entrance, prodding her and loving the way her muscles clench around me. “She’s very ready for a knot,” I say, humming in approval. “The question is…”

I palm her thighs, pushing her wider, then draw my tongue lower toward her back hole.

“Mmm, the question is, can she take us at the same time?” I use my finger to demonstrate, sliding one in her ass before returning my mouth to her pussy.

She’s so fucking wet.

So beautifully aroused.

And so damn perfect.

Because she moans as I breach her backside, our little vixen eager to take us in any way she can.

That’s the Omega in her, the being driven to take whatever her Alphas want to give her, and begging us to dominate her in every conceivable way.

Because that’s what makes her feel safe.

That’s what proves to an Omega that her Alphas will protect her.

She may not realize the animalistic drive behind this need, but Volt and I do. We were born to take care of an Omega just like this, to see to her every desire and protect her from the world.

We’ll do just that.

And we’ll avenge her, too.

If Alpha Bryson is somehow behind her existence and appearance on Carnage Island, he’ll regret the day he played that card.

Because I’m going to fucking destroy him for what he’s done to me and to Clove.

I add a second finger to her ass, my movement a little sharper than intended as my anger gets the better of me, but all Clove does is moan.

Her hand is fisted in Volt’s thick hair, holding him against her tit and begging him to bite her again. He obliges, taking a rosy little tip between his teeth and biting down until she screams.

She rakes her nails down his back in response, drawing an approving rumble from his chest.

He enjoys giving pain almost as much as he enjoys receiving it.

I use her distraction to add a third finger. She contracts around me, groaning in response to the sensation of fullness in her backside.

There’s no question as to what I’m doing—I’m preparing her—and she seems to be fully onboard with what that means.

I reward her eagerness to play by sucking on her clit. Her ass clenches around my fingers, her slick pouring out of her in blatant need. She’s soaking the bed, her Omega genetics preparing her to take our cocks.

We’re big.

She’s small.

But she’s already proven more than capable of accommodating us between her legs.

It’s her backside I’m worried about, which is why I start flexing my fingers, scissoring them inside her and ensuring I won’t tear her apart.

Goose bumps pebble across her skin, her body vibrating with intensity as little whines leave her throat.

Volt finishes removing her shirt, then kisses her to swallow those sounds with his tongue while palming her breast.

She clenches around me again, her little nub throbbing against my tongue. She’s close to coming. I consider letting it happen, but I want to be inside her, to feel that climax around my shaft while I’m fucking her.

It’ll make me want to elicit more pleasure from her, to keep her coming the whole time we take her.

Volt and I have never shared a female before.

This is going to be violent and explosive and outright savage.

I need her to enjoy it, to fall into a wave of unending rapture while we pound into her.

So I don’t let her come.

Instead, I nip her clit and smile when she screams.

It’s a taunt. She wants my bite. And my wolf almost makes me break the skin.

But I’m just enough in control to tell him to heel as I pull away from Clove and strip off my pants and shoes.

Volt is soothing her pain with his mouth, kissing her and massaging her breast in an almost gentle manner. At least for him.

But his cock is fucking weeping at the sound of her agony.

The sadist in him enjoyed that, and I’m betting he wants me to do it again.

I don’t. Because it’s not what Clove wants.

And I want to prove to her that honesty is key between us, that we will do what she desires whenever she asks. I press my palm to her sweet heat, saturating my hand with her slick, then palm my shaft.