Page 2 of Savage Trap

Which makes our alpha growl low in his throat. Then why are you not joined in every way?

I hum as Kelly’s hands slide up my hips, feathering across my ribs before they settle over my breasts. He kneads them like I really am made from clay, his long fingers rolling and stretching my nipples. And then I feel the graze of something cold and sharp, two perfect claws glinting in the mirror.

I whine, my wolf instantly on the rise. If Kelly shares my soul, our wolves share one mind, and that’s almost exclusively fixated on how soon they can be together again. I feel it now, their connection humming in my blood like warm honey.

“Do you know how much my wolf loves you, Angel?” Kelly whispers, his teeth sharp on the sensitive flesh of my ear. “Every single moment of every single day, he’s thinking about you.” His hands flex, his palms cupping my breasts while those claws circle my nipples. “He’s obsessed with you. Can’t stop putting pictures in my head about everything he wants to do to you.”

I moan, my hands slipping from the bath edge to cup his hips and pull him tight. His cock is a ridge of soapy muscle, grinding against my ass cheeks in a perfect tease. “Same here.” I’m almost panting as I press back against him. “Your wolf is the star of all the furry porn in my head.”

We both giggle, while our wolves pace impatiently under our skin. They were running under the moon only a couple of hours ago, but talk about separation anxiety. They’re like a couple of horny teenagers, constantly whining to be let out so they can go meet up in the bushes.

But for now, this moment is ours, and I admire my man-wolf in the mirror. What Kelly’s doing with his claws is even more controlled than a half-shift and isn’t just sexy as hell, but also a sign of how far he’s come. This is man and wolf in perfect harmony, and I feel a burst of pride, even as I moan at the way his claws play me. Winding me up so tight, Arben has to remind us to move things along.

Never one to disappoint our alpha, Kelly retracts his claws so he can drop his hands between my thighs, opening me up from both sides. He doesn’t tease me now, his fingers sliding through my folds to my clit, while the swollen head of his cock is notched between my lips. Kelly might be an omega, but his dick is as masculine as they come, the stretch as he works inside enough to tear a moan from my throat.

“That’s it, Angel,” he purrs as he slides in another throbbing inch. “Look at how well you’re taking me.”

My hips dance, caught between his fingers on my slippery nub and that thick invasion from behind. Kelly is so in tune with my omega body, sometimes I forget he was raised a rugby-playing alpha. But when he handles me like this, working his way inside me while he pins me to the side of the bath, I’m reminded that he owns my body in every way.

“More, Sunshine,” I whimper, reaching behind us to dig my nails into his muscled ass. “Give me everything.”

He groans at my needy demand, wrapping an arm across my chest to pull me tight. With his lips pressed to my brow, and his eyes burning into mine, we slip into our perfect rhythm, bodies so close I can almost feel his wolf’s fur brushing my skin.

Candlelight flickers on the bathroom walls as he rocks me against the tub. We’re barely an outline now, the mirror dissolving in the heat of our panting breaths. Kelly peppers kisses across my shoulders, before biting down on my bond marks. He covers each with his half-formed fangs, nibbling just hard enough to bring the blood to the surface. And after each bite, he grunts filthy promises into my ear as he soothes them with a lick. I’m so far gone, it takes me a moment to hear the sounds Arben is making through the bond. “Are you touching yourself, Alpha?”

Instead of answering, he flashes a picture into my mind. My mouth drops open, because it’s even hotter than the furry porn on constant replay. Arben is standing in a dark glade, completely naked from his last shift, head thrown back and hand furiously working his shaft as he rides our pleasure. Kelly groans, clearly getting the same visual, his hips pounding harder as he pinches my clit. I’m so close, all it takes is the sight of our alpha’s release pulsing from his body for me to tip over the edge. Kelly’s cry joins Arben’s roar as we both collapse against the side of the tub.

Bliss. There’s no other word for the feeling of my mates inside me, buried deep in both my body and my mind. I cling to our bondlink as Kelly eases me around, our chests mashed together so I can breathe him in. Now that we’re bonded, his scent is both sharper and more complex because I can taste all of his mates on his skin. Lightning for Rory, sunlight for Cam, and gun oil for Link. But the one I’m missing most is that wisp of smoky leather… “Arben? Are you nearby?”

Not nearly close enough, he tells us through the bond and I feel Kelly sag against me, our disappointment palpable in the air. Look after each other, and know that I long to be with you more than my next breath.

I know it’s true. Arben’s joy when he’s with us is the best feeling in the world. But right now, that’s bittersweet. Because as satisfying as it is to share our pleasure with him, my needy soul craves more. What I really want is him. To see him and touch him, and know, in my bones, that he’s here to stay.

And when his presence fades from our bond, stretched thin both by distance and our demons, I bury my face against Kelly’s neck.

“You’re sad, Angel. Am I losing my touch?”

We’re still clasped together like a pair of barnacles, so I ease back with a sigh. Kelly’s angelic appearance has taken a bit of a battering. He’s still rosy-cheeked, but his pupils are blown wide, his lips swollen, every moment of our pleasure written on his face. But I can’t hide my aching heart as I gaze at him. “I live for your next touch, Sunshine. It’s just that I wish Arben was here with us for real.”

“Me too, babe.” He hugs me tight, then feathers kisses over my pouting lips. “I keep hoping I’ll find him sitting in the corner like a dark god on his sexy throne. Back straight, thighs open, and that bossy smirk on his face as he tells me to make you scream.”

“Mmmm.” It’s a delicious idea, but I have an even better image engraved on my brain. “Or what about when he puts us both on his lap? Last time, I’m pretty sure you out-screamed me.”

A blush climbs his neck that has nothing to do with the bath water, and I lean forward to chase it with my tongue. His skin is as soft as silk, except for the ring of mating bites on his throat. He groans as I suck Arben’s mark into my mouth, but I pull away when I don’t feel an answering throb from the bond.

“Shit,” he sighs, reaching out to tuck a damp curl behind my ear. “The fantasy is good, but we need a dose of the real thing, don’t we?”

I nod as I rub at the ache in my chest. “Especially since we’re leaving first thing tomorrow. I know he’s going to join us, but if it’s hard for him to be with us here, on our pack lands, what’s it going to be like in Chicago?”

“Frustrating as hell.” He kisses me again, although this time it’s more soothing than sensual. “But we have to think of the long game. If we get this council set up the way Lucas wants, we might finally have more allies than enemies. And that’ll get us one step closer to having Arben come home for good.”

I nod my head, taking comfort from his words. We’re both the children of powerful, political alphas, but Kelly was raised more in that life than I was. Until he presented as omega and was shipped to the States for some bullshit reprogramming, he was the son of the Alpha of London, and heir to the massive Prior empire. His dad is dead now, his uncle in the wind, and his mom back with her birth pack in France, but even freshly fucked with fingertips like prunes, Kelly still looks every inch the prince Arben claims him to be.

“Come on, Angel.” He gives my butt a soft pinch. “Let’s grab some of those sweets you like and have a feast in the nest.”

I hum as we clamber out of the tub, exchanging quick, teasing kisses as we dry each other with fluffy towels. We don’t bother with a lot of clothes since the cabin is warm, and we’ll just take them off again when we get distracted. But I manage to pull on a silky black robe before I chase his snug boxer briefs into the kitchen. Only to stop dead when I see Lincoln sitting at the counter, watching us.

Which reminds me of another enemies-to-allies thing I need to sort out.

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