Page 37 of Coveted By the Alpha Pack

“The Alphas tend to need to know when I am willing to be whatever they need. We came up with this as the signal.” I motion to the way my arms are stretched over my head.

Grace tilts her head left then right, studying me as if seeing me for the first time. “I don’t like you submitting to me,” Grace says as she pulls at my arms to bring them down.

“Why?” I scoot back, pulling her with me as I press my back against the side of the nest.

“All of this ranking shit.” She waves her hand in the air, dismissing the concept. “It doesn’t make sense why it’s so damn important.” She grumbles, looking at her own hands.

“Wolves need social construct. Otherwise, there would be constant fighting and deaths. With structure, the fights are minimal and we can live in peace.” My hands grip her hips and massage the muscles. There’s a tenseness there that no matter how much I massage, it doesn’t yield.

“It seems like our home is run differently than most. Is it because I took so many mates?” She curls close to me and kisses along my jaw.

“That helps, you still have a structure within your home. You have four alphas, a beta, and an omega. You still have structure in your home and don’t realize it.” I arch an eyebrow looking at her and then I see when it makes sense.

We all fall peacefully into our roles in the family. With the addition of Lorcan, the small pissing matches have stopped. Tilting my head, I stare up at my gentle mate, and I lean forward and kiss her lips softly.

“You always know the right things to say, Barrett.” She slides down my body and uses her claws to shred the clothing from my body.

“Gracie?” The look on my face holds more questions than my voice. Are you sure? Are you okay? All painted on my solum expression. My eyes search her face as if seeking the answers to the universe.

“Shh … My love.” She kisses down my chest as she rends the fabric from my thighs and hips. Once I was free of my clothing, she stares down admiring my body. I’m is not as heavily built as the other males. Not as toned as Conrad, or as thickly muscled as Lorcan and Ethan. My frame is slightly heavier than hers, but one hundred percent male.

Reaching down, she takes my length in her hand and grips it tightly, stroking it from root to tip. My soft moan echoes in the bedroom. An emotion beside sorrow rises, white fiery lust burns through Gracie. She needs to feel anything other than sorrow.

“I want to feel something other than misery, Barrett.” Her eyes plead with me as she slides off of my hips and rests her hands on her lap. Her words had mirrored my thoughts. It’s amazing how tuned I am to her and her needs.

Slowly I move to my hands and knees, using the tip of my nose to guide her to lie down in the nest. “Are you sure?” I tilt my head to the side, watching her face for any hints of uncertainty. Grace nods, then blushes as she spreads her legs for me. Beckoning me towards her. I nip at her ankles, up her calves, to her thighs. I pause mid-thigh and look up at her before licking her inner thigh to her apex.

“Barrett, please…” Her hands thread through my hair as she tries to pull me to her core.

“As you wish.” I dive in like a man starving. My tongue spearing into her molten hot center. Her sticky sweet flavor melts on my tongue, making me mad with desire. I pump my tongue in and out of her several more times before getting her to the edge of release. Grace whines as I climb up her body, sliding my length into her in one smooth motion.

Being an Omega has its advantage. I don’t have a knot to lock me in my mate. I can go repeatedly with nothing stopping me. With every slow thrust, I feel her muscles ripple around me. She’s almost mad with lust. In my heart, I am happy she is feeling something other than pain. Guilt is a mind killer. It taints the soul of the person. Her hands pawing at me, urging me to move faster.

“I’m so close…” Gracie’s whine almost breaks me. With every thrust, I kept her on the edge. Dancing within a hair of release.

Inwardly, I laugh. Females desire alpha sex. Thinking they are the kings of the bedroom. It’s the Omegas that notice the tiny things, the things that mean nothing to the Alphas. The little things that I now use on Grace. One twist of my hips and she’s rocketing off the deep end, coming as hard as possible. Her cry echoes off the walls of my nest as her finger tips shift to claws and they pierce my flesh.

The door to my nest blasts open. Looking over my shoulder, I see Ethan and Nicolai standing there with their eyes blazing to life. “Get out!” Gracie curls to the side to glare at them. Her Alpha bark makes them stumble back towards the door. “Get out!” She roared again at them until they rush out the door.

Her eyes return to mine and there’s a fire burning deep within them. Her core pulsed around me as she rolled her hips, drawing my focus fully on her. “You’re mine.” She growls, then flips me onto my back. She rocks hard on me, her body sliding up and down my length.

Moaning, I arch up, meeting her thrust for thrust. This Grace is raw and untethered. Her beast lurks under the surface almost completely in the driver’s seat as she moves on me. This version of Grace concerns me. Being made, she doesn’t have the years of getting to know her wolf. Instead, she wrestles with her beast, yet doesn’t complain.

Grace screams as she climaxes again on top of me. I watch the fur run in a wave down her body. It happens several times before she slows her rocking. She lays down upon me, her hands framing my face. Her full lips pepper my face and neck. A deep rumble of her wolf vibrates in her chest as a happy little smile plays on her lips.

“Nap time first.” Grace kisses my lips, then slides off of me only to snuggle into my arms. She is a sleep within moments, her soft breath washes over my chest as her arm rests now limply over my ribs.

Chapter 23

Nicolai

-Titanium–Sia (David Guetta mix)-

The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth as I trudge through the forest, each step a reminder of the weight of what Grace has done. Shafts of sunlight pierce through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. But there’s no beauty in this scene, only the aftermath of a violence I can scarcely comprehend.

I dare not look back at the trail of destruction left in Grace’s wake. The crunch of leaves beneath my boots echoes in the eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant caw of a crow. The forest, once a sanctuary, now bears the scars of a battle that never should have been fought.

The air tastes metallic, tinged with the acrid tang of fear and adrenaline. My pulse quickens with every passing moment, a constant reminder of the danger that lurks just beneath the surface. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, a primal instinct warning me of the danger that surrounds us.

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