Page 1 of Savage Trap

Elvi

Are you enjoying your bath, princeshë?

I surge upright as Arben’s voice slides through our bondlink like warm honey. A wave of watery bubbles launches over the lip of the tub, but I barely notice as I open my mind to my mate. It’s been nearly two days since he last checked in, and the relief makes me tremble. Which is nuts, I know. He’s mjeku i vdekjes - The Death Doctor. He’s not just incredibly skilled at hunting down our enemies, but he’s also the guardian of our fated pack, which practically makes him a mythical being.

But every time he insists on going dark, as he calls it, I pine. There’s no other word for the hollow feeling in my chest, or the doubts and insecurities that rush in to fill the void. Maybe my dad is right and it’s just separation anxiety, but I can feel a growing weakness in our bond, like a bruise that won’t heal. Which scares the shit out of me. Because deep down I know Arben will never truly come home – never truly be ours – until he’s ended every last threat to our pack.

And that’s not an easy thing to guarantee when it comes to the Starling-Ferrier Pack.

But my wolf is purring now, and I know Arben can hear the smile in my voice as I murmur aloud, “I’ll enjoy it a lot more if you come join me, Alpha.”

I wish I could, princeshë. His frustrated growl echoes through our bond. But I’m still an hour away. And even then, I’m not in a state to touch you.

He means he’s a bloody mess, which I’ve told him repeatedly isn’t an issue. As far as I’m concerned, every drop of our enemies’ blood should be celebrated by the whole pack. In fact, I’m more than ready to get a little grit under my claws again.

“I want to help more, Arben. You shouldn’t be doing so much on your own.”

It’s not the first time I’ve told him this, and I know the whole pack agrees with me. But until he’s put the last of the Dark River Pack in the ground, Arben won’t rest. And as much as he respects our abilities, he’s used to working alone. It’s beyond frustrating, but the last thing I want to do is add to his burdens.

Will you help me pass the time, princeshë? The road between us is long and dark tonight.

The weariness in his voice pulls at my heart, so I swallow down my disappointment. He’s reached out to me, and I need to give him whatever he needs.

Anything, Arben.

He growls again, this time in satisfaction. Then kiss our perfect princi for me. I need to feel your pleasure through the bond.

I raise my eyebrows at Kelly, who’s sitting at the other end of the giant tub. Given the grin on his face, Arben must have opened the bondlink to include him in his request.

Not that he needed to. Kelly and I are always on the same wavelength. Which means he’s just as happy as I am to give our mate the pleasure boost he needs. Not that I’m above a little teasing as I stretch out my leg and dig my toes into Kelly’s ribs.

How about a song instead? I could serenade you with my amazing musical talent.

It’s a lie. My singing voice is atrocious, and would probably make him run off the road and into a tree. But Arben purrs, the link throbbing with dark promise. Oh, I plan to hear you sing, princeshë. Our princi knows all your sweet spots, after all.

As if to prove him right, Kelly takes my foot between his hands and starts pressing his thumbs into my sole. He brushes over the old bite scar, and even though he knows the trauma that put it there, his touch doesn’t waver. His focus is completely on my pleasure, and my moans echo around the bathroom as he works deep into my tired muscles. And straight down the bond, because Arben gives a throaty chuckle. Music to my ears, princeshë.

I just roll my eyes and give myself over to Kelly’s clever fingers. He gives both of my feet the royal treatment, massaging out the strain from a long day of defensive training with our mates. He then works his way up my legs, kissing and sucking every inch of skin until Arben sighs down the bond. Kelly might be new to the female form, but he’s quickly become an expert at making me fall apart. Doesn’t matter we’re both omegas and there’s not an alpha knot between us, Kelly can still work me into a panting lather in no time at all. But as his hands slide over my thighs and his body rises over mine in the bath, he pauses. I stare up at him, golden and gleaming, as he cocks his head. “You going to give me my orders, Alpha, or am I improvising here?”

I snigger at his pure brat tone. Kelly was raised as the heir to a billion-dollar fortune, and it shows in moments like this. But he knows Arben is ultimately in charge of our pleasure. Our alpha never demands control – and there are still plenty of orgasms to be had in his absence – but when Arben’s part of the picture, we all willingly surrender to his direction.

Can you see yourself in the mirror, princeshë?

I giggle, because Rory sweet-talked Arben into putting a new mirror in the cabin bathroom, replacing the one with the cracked glass and tarnished frame. It’s understandable, since Rory is as pretty as they come, and loves nothing more than to fuck to his own reflection. But Arben is giant sized, and the mirror hangs so high on the wall, I can barely see it from where I’m sitting. It’s a bit of a stretch, to be honest.

Then up on your knees, my love.

I pout and bury myself deeper under the bubbles. But it’s cold out there.

Oh, I plan to warm you up. The promise in his voice makes me shiver and squirm to the edge of the tub, slowly rising to my knees. My nipples instantly tighten in the cool air, my fingers curling as I grip the porcelain.

Join her, Princi, and tell me how you look together.

There’s a swish of water behind me, and then Kelly’s perfect face appears over my shoulder in the mirror. He looks like a dark fae prince with his gleaming eyes and pale skin, his jaw and cheekbones as sharp as blades. I watch, my heart in my throat, as his lips slide across my shoulder and then pin my earlobe between his teeth. His brazen grin sends a bolt of lust through me. “Hello, Angel.”

“Hi, Sunshine,” I whisper, my head falling back to rest against his neck. I can still see us through slitted eyes, and like this we could be a half-formed sculpture. Our skin looks like damp clay, and our hair – his tawny gold, while mine is more silver – lies in dark rivers down our shoulders. Together, in the flickering candlelight, it’s hard to say where he ends and I begin. She is me and I am her.

The words resonate through our bond. Because Kelly and I don’t just look alike. We are two halves of the same soul.

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