Carnage Island (Reject Island)(93)

“No.” She arches into me on a needy little moan, her claws dragging down my arms. She hasn’t shifted, not really. But her nails are sharp and potent.

And they’re turning me the fuck on.

As is her mouth.

My palm circles her throat, my other hand staying at her hip as I drive the pace between the lower halves of our bodies.

But I let her dictate the embrace between our mouths.

Which turns out to be just this side of feral.

Her wolf has taken over entirely, driving our savagery and encouraging my beast to come out to play.

So I let him, giving into the animalistic need to fuck. To take. To claim.

She’s screaming.

I’m snarling.

And together we create a beautiful song of carnality.

The hot energy coming off of Volt and Caius only add to our embrace. I can feel their eyes on me, waiting for that claiming moment.

It’s intense.

It’s right.

It’s absolutely fucking perfect.

Her tight sheath squeezes my shaft, demanding my knot. I don’t hold back. I don’t delay. I just give in to her on a growl, not bothering to hold back my savage intent.

Clove falls apart, her body spasming as she accepts all of me inside her.

I erupt on a roar, my knot shooting out of my shaft to claim what’s mine.

And I sink my teeth into her neck.

Right where that bastard licked my female.

Caius and Volt growl in approval, their collective triumph tipping me over the edge into the most intense climax of my life.

It’s like I just started coming all over again.

Clove follows me right into that oblivion, her heart hammering against my chest as she fights my hold on her throat.

I finally release her from my mouth and my hand.

She darts forward, sinking her canines into my shoulder, her wolf needing to claim me back just as fiercely as I did her.

I hold her to me, embracing the bond as it settles into place.

But it’s not fully complete.

She needs Caius and Volt, too.

I can’t move without hurting her, my knot too deep inside to disengage. She’s still pulsating around me, lost on a wave of orgasmic bliss created by my internal claim.

Volt and Caius are not deterred, their wolves driving them to join us on either side.

Caius’s mouth goes to her breast.

And Volt falls to his knees.

Clove jolts as Caius sinks his teeth into her breast, right above her heart. Then she moans as Volt moves her leg away from my hip. I shift my grip to her ass, holding her up as he takes control of her knee, widening her to reach her inner thigh.

She moans as he finds the spot he wants, his teeth piercing her skin on a rumble of approval that goes straight to my groin.

We’re a clan.

We’re coming together as one.

And Clove is the center of it all.

Caius takes her mouth, her blood still on his lips. Then he guides her to his throat where she doesn’t hesitate to sink her teeth into his pulse.

It’s an erotic sight, our little wolf showing her strength and desire by claiming us with the same ferocity that we’re claiming her.

Volt’s last, his gaze heated as he stares down at her.

She doesn’t go for his neck.

She goes for his chest, biting him in a similar place to where Caius bit her.

Volt purrs in approval—we all do.

And then she moans, her pussy throbbing around me with need.

Because apparently my knot isn’t enough.

I’m about to grin, to say something to that effect, when I see her eyes and everything stills.

Her pupils are so dilated that I can’t see her irises.

She clenches around me again, her body trembling with an intensity I instantly recognize.

She’s going into heat again.

Right now.

Right here.

With my knot already inside her.





35





CAIUS





Clove’s sweet aroma makes me so fucking hard, I nearly come from the scent alone.

Tieran groans, his head falling to her shoulder. “Fuck.”

Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what I want to do. Fuck Clove.

But Tieran is already inside her, his knot claiming the sweet heaven between her thighs.

Volt growls, as do I. Not in anger, but in hunger.

Our mate is going into heat.

Her gaze is liquid black, her pupils blown so wide I can barely see the whites of her eyes. That didn’t happen last time.

Which tells me this is the real deal.

She’s about to lose herself to estrus for days, maybe even a week or more.

And I cannot fucking wait.

“I have to address the pack,” Tieran says, sounding agonized by the mere notion of having to leave her in this state.

But we just suffered a major loss with Alpha Duncan’s death.

And experienced a huge win by taking down Alpha Bryson.

Tieran doesn’t have a choice. This is where his duty as Pack Alpha will have to come first. “You can make it a quick speech,” I tell him. “They’ll understand.”

“Alpha Duncan deserves better,” he whispers, the pain in his voice driven by Clove running her lips along his throat.

She’s not even listening, just tasting.