Carnage Island (Reject Island)(92)

I smile. “And what did I say about listening to your animal?”

“To embrace her and let her thrive,” she replies.

I nod. “And I’ve not been doing that with mine. I’ve been telling him to listen to reason, but our wolves don’t care about rules or political discourse. They drive our passion. They drive our need. They tell us how to live.” I push against her palm, closing the distance between us again. “And he’s telling me to bite you, Clove.”

“Then bite me,” she dares.

Volt freezes beside us, a bar of soap in his hand.

It’s not what I planned, nor what we announced with our howls.

But I owe this moment to our intended mate, not to our pack.

If she wants to be claimed here, in this shower, and not out on the beach before the wolves, then I’ll oblige her.

And we’ll present her as ours to the wolves.

I know in my gut they’ll accept her because they already do. She’s our Omega. The heart of our clan. Our future.

“Wash her neck,” I tell Volt, needing her skin fully clean.

Her eyes glitter as she holds my gaze.

Caius hums in approval behind her, his arms slipping between us as he wraps his arms around her waist. “Ours,” he whispers against her ear.

“Ours,” Volt echoes as he uses the soap against her neck.

“Ours,” I agree, releasing her nape to take the shower head from Volt’s other hand.

Her nipples are hard little points, her lips parted on a pant I can almost feel as I rinse the suds from her throat and down her breasts.

There’s some dry blood on her shoulder that I clean off as well before focusing on her cheek. “Did he cut you anywhere else?” I ask, aware that there were wounds here that caused the dry blood to exist. Because it’s her blood, not his.

She shakes her head.

“Did he lick you anywhere else?” Volt demands.

She shakes her head again.

“Did he touch you anywhere else?” Caius asks.

This time she nods, then gestures to the places he touched her. Which includes her back—presumably from holding her against him—and various places on her torso. “They both placed knives here,” she gestures at her throat.

We proceed to clean every space with soap and water.

Then Caius takes over by washing her hair while Volt focuses on her thighs and the sweet space between her legs. No one touched her there, but he’s being thorough.

All the while I watch, waiting for her to be ready for us.

It’s a drawn out game of delayed gratification.

I want to bite her.

And now I’m trying to decide where she’ll bear my mark.

It needs to be somewhere everyone will see. I want there to be no question as to who she belongs to.

Caius and Volt take turns kissing her as they worship her with their hands, their bodies primed to claim in more ways than one.

I’m hard, too.

Painfully so.

But my wolf is more eager to bite.

I take in her supple form, that flat belly, perky tits, curvy bottom. Fuck, she’s perfect.

“We never should have waited,” I say, repeating myself from earlier. “We should have claimed you from the very first day.”

Which would have been impossible in wolf form.

However, it’s the point that matters most.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to understand,” I say, stepping into her space as Caius finishes washing her hair. I have her by the nape again, my opposite hand on her hip. “I’m going to spend however long it takes to earn your forgiveness.”

“I’m not upset,” she whispers.

“Then I’ll wait however long it takes to earn my wolf’s forgiveness,” I clarify. “Because he’s furious with me.”

She smiles. “You ignored him. They don’t like that.”

“No, they don’t,” I agree, brushing my lips against hers. “They really, really don’t.”

I kiss her the way he tells me to now, all teeth and tongue and dominance. She practically vibrates against me, her body so fucking ready. I growl, the sound low and meant for a mate. She trembles in response, the alluring scent of slick touching my senses.

Volt rumbles in approval.

Caius, too.

All three of us are calling to her, demanding she prepare herself for our need.

I’m aware we’re on a timeline.

But my wolf doesn’t care.

And I meant what I said about allowing him to lead.

I release her neck to grab her hips, lifting her into the air and pinning her to the shower wall. I don’t wait. I don’t even play. I just thrust into her weeping heat and take her to the hilt.

She cries out in surprise more than pain, her body already acclimating to mine.

Because she was made for us.

Just as we were made for her.

“If I’m going to claim you here, then I’m going to do it properly,” I tell her. “By making you come while I bite you.”

She grabs my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. “Then you better fuck me harder,” she breathes. “Or I’m going to end up biting you first.”

Volt chuckles. “Do it, sweetling. He deserves it for making us all wait this long.”

I growl, slamming into her again and drawing a scream from her throat. “Hard enough?”