Page 3 of Racing the Storm

I wanted to laugh—to cry. To tell him that this was my first everything.

Instead, I opened my body to him, only centimeters away as he peeled off his own clothes. He was scarred—a lot like Zane, from taking hit after hit from human weapons. It was proof he was a survivor, that he was an Alpha worthy of his rank and his stars. He, like all those others willing to give their lives for this war, deserved moments of reprieve.

And I wondered if my heat would give it to him.

“Bed?” he asked, then took my mouth again before I could answer him. He led me by the hand to the mattress that squeaked under our weight. It was too hard and full of springs, but it didn’t matter. It was heaven with him hovering over me. His hard cock thrust between my legs, nudging at my balls as he attacked my neck with sharp teeth.

I turned into it, gave him everything, let the swirling heat-madness take me. I existed for nothing more than pleasure, for his hands on me, for his cock buried in my hole. I whined and spread my legs, and then came untouched as he buried his face against me and dragged his tongue through my slick.

“Please,” I all-but shouted. I didn’t know how else to beg for more.

This man—this perfect Alpha—he understood. Pulling me up with gentle hands, he kissed me one more time—sharing the taste of my slick. It was heady and filthy, and I was boneless as he turned me around and pressed my torso to the bed.

His claws were out again, digging into my hips as he lifted my ass, and I had only a moment to realize that everything was about to change before he slid inside me. I felt split in half, but in the best way, and I found myself rocking back against him, desperate to be filled more.

It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t…

“Shh,” he said, and I realized I was whimpering and begging. He ran a soothing hand up my spine, then gripped me by the back of the neck tight before he began to pound into my ass with a rhythm impossible to follow. I simply let myself be taken, let him possess me, and when I felt his knot start to grow, my world narrowed down the points we were connected, and everything else ceased to exist.

I rocked myself on it to orgasm after orgasm until my entire body went limp. He licked over my shoulder where a mate would bite—where I desperately wanted him to bite. I didn’t know his name, or where he lived, or where he was fighting, but it didn’t matter

All I knew was that he was right for me, and there was no way he didn’t feel the same. The ghost of a bond appeared between us, wrapping around us as I drifted and let him hold me. I was certain by morning, I would have time to know him.

“I…” The word, more like a noise, slipped from me, and he kissed my shoulder again. I could feel the bond humming, feel his emotions pulsing against my own. He was as overwhelmed as I was.

His grip on me went tighter, and I decided that anything else I wanted to ask, anything else that could possibly matter, could wait.

I woke up alone, covered in his scent, deliciously sore, with a lingering feeling that it had all been a mistake. It took me half an hour to realize the feeling wasn’t coming from me, either. It was coming from the echo that tied us together.

I allowed myself a single moment of devastation before I picked myself up off the bed and put my clothes on. I glanced around for some desperate hope like maybe he’d just gone out for breakfast, but the room was cleaned out. The only trace of him left was his seed, trickling out of my abused, puffy, aching hole.

And nothing else.

I pushed against the bond, desperate to feel him, but I felt it shudder—then close. He wouldn’t be able to keep that up, not until the bond faded, but the nothing I felt when I reached out was almost enough to send me to my knees.

I wasn’t weak though. I hadn’t been raised weak.

I trudged back to my rooms and made the decision then and there to take back what he’d stolen.

No amount of showering erased the fact that I could feel him in his weaker moments, though. I could feel the distance between us growing, feel how much he wished he had gone to any other city that night.

The news broadcast said that Wolves were being recalled to the front again, and it was two nights after my heat that Zane called.

“I won’t get the chance to see you,” he said, his voice full of regret.

I sighed into my pillow and squeezed my eyes shut. “It’s fine.”

He grunted. “It isn’t. I can tell something happened. Talia called me and asked. Did you…”

The heat automatically shielded the pack bond, but it was a tell for all family members of an Omega—which was humiliating enough. I wanted to lie, but I also knew Zane wouldn’t let me get away with it.

“It’s not a big deal,” I told him.

In any other world, he might have celebrated that I finally had my heat, but instead, he sighed quietly. “Were you alone?”

“No,” I told him. My throat went tight as I felt a sudden surge from the Alpha’s side of the bond. It was gone as quickly as it had come, but it made me feel worse. “I met someone. He got me through it.”

“Who?” Zane demanded, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

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