Carnage Island (Reject Island)(66)

Yesss, I think, indulging in the heavenly sensation against my skin. It’s fucking amazing and makes me want to slide inside her.

But that’s not the plan.

“On your back, V,” I demand, my voice gruff. “Clove, I want you to straddle him and put him in that sweet cunt. Then ride him a little for me.”

“Normally, I would fight another Alpha commanding me,” Volt says, his mouth against Clove’s as he grabs her hips. “But in this case”—he rolls to his back, taking her with him—“I’ll very happily oblige. Now wrap that palm around my shaft and put me inside you, sweetling.”

She presses her hand to his chest to sit up, her legs automatically straddling him. Then she reaches between them, her fingers wrapping around his knot at the base of his dick, and giving it a taunting squeeze.

Volt growls in response, making her shudder so violently, she almost collapses against him.

I chuckle. “You have so much to learn, little one,” I whisper, kneeling on the bed behind her and bending to kiss her shoulder. “Alphas have mating calls. It’s one of the reasons I know we’ll never desire another—you’ll always respond to our call. Just as you’re doing now.”

“She’s weeping all over my cock,” Volt says, clear contentment in his voice. “Her body is more than ready.”

“It is,” I agree. “Take him inside you, little one. No teasing this time or he’ll growl again.”

She visibly shudders, her hesitation suggesting she’s debating if she wants to test my statement. An Alpha’s growl is an aphrodisiac to an Omega’s senses, making it something she’ll crave almost as much as our purr.

But never as much as our knots.

Which she seems to realize because she grabs him again, this time angling him upward and slowly sliding herself down.

Volt’s patient and doesn’t push her, aware that while her body may be built for us, we’re still large. He may enjoy pain, but it’s clear he’s decided she’s endured enough for one night.

Or perhaps he recognizes that I’m about to deliver the edge to our fucking, the one that will make her scream in a brilliant condition of agonized rapture.

Because I won’t be going easy on her.

My wolf has ridden me hard all damn week.

I need to take her, and it’s going to be an intense battle of wills between me and my beast.

He may win.

Something that should concern me a hell of a lot more than it does right now.

Because seeing her take Volt does things to me.

It makes me wild. Unpredictable. A little unhinged.

She starts to move, her hips flexing as she dictates a slow speed that allows her to feel every thick inch of his cock. He palms her breasts in response, squeezing and kneading the alluring curves.

It’s an erotic display of passion, one that makes my dick pulse in response.

I can’t knot her ass. That’s the point of this.

But I can milk my knot into her ass.

Which is exactly what I’m going to do while Volt holds her in a state of ecstasy.

I allow them a few more minutes of that sweet pace, my palm moving along my shaft in a similar motion while I remain kneeling behind her.

Once she appears to be lost to the bliss of fullness, I press my palm to her shoulder blades and guide her down for Volt to distract her mouth.

His hands leave her tits, one of his palms wrapping around her nape while his opposite arm encircles her back. He’s ensuring she can’t escape or jerk in a way that may do more damage than good.

Because this is going to hurt.

But once I’m inside, I’m going to make her see the stars in the best way.

I lean over her to kiss her shoulder again, my fingers taking more of her slick to press it in her back hole. Then I coat myself in her arousal, ensuring there’s enough lubrication for what I’m about to do.

Volt’s arm flexes beneath my torso as I right myself behind her again. Then I reach around her to slide my hand between them, my thumb unerringly finding her little bundle of nerves.

She practically mewls in response, her hips jumping forward to take Volt to the hilt.

He thrusts up at the same time, distracting her with his size as I line myself up at her back entrance.

As she jolts back from him, she senses me behind her, entering her, and freezes.

I thrum her clit once more, causing her to jerk again, this time backward before she thrusts forward.

A deep moan echoes from her throat, but Volt is too busy kissing her to allow the sound to fully escape.

His arm has tightened around her, trying to keep her in place as I continue pushing forward.

She tries to squirm, to thrust away from my entry, but that only makes her take Volt deeper, stirring a guttural noise from her.

I focus on her pleasure, trying to evoke as much of it as I can with my thumb while allowing her to acclimate to my entry.

I’m only a quarter of the way in, but the hard part is always the initial penetration. The rest is just her accepting my size and learning to enjoy the sensation of being full.

The boat rocks around us, telling me we’re close to shore.

But I don’t care.

We’ll finish this on the yacht, then do it again in the house.

All fucking night, if I have my way.

Clove whines a little, her hips flexing again as I push myself deeper. “You’re doing so good,” I praise her, placing a palm on her back to steady myself. “So fucking good.”