Page 19 of Golden Desires

I just need to make sure my brothers, Ma, and especially Goldie don’t suffer the consequences of my revenge. I need to be discreet.

Thoughts of wandering into the village in my human form flash through my mind. Sneaking in at night. Making the murders look like the work of other humans… My dark musings are interrupted by Goldie’s soft voice. A voice that practically drips with honey. Fuck, I want to lick the words right off her lips…

“Have you always lived here in the forest? Is it not dangerous?” Her soft question does nothing to calm my rising need.

She’s pulled her knees up to her chest once again, almost like she’s trying to make herself smaller. Something that bothers me greatly. This will be her home one day too, when she’s ready to accept us. I want her to be at peace here. I realize the silence has stretched too long, none of us answering her. Too caught up in the sound of her voice to pay close enough attention to the words. Thankfully, Cillian is quick to recover.

“We’ve lived in the forest our whole lives. And it’s no more dangerous for us to be here than it is for you,” Cill answers as he sets the table, sending a crooked smirk her way. We know why she ran, but she hasn’t revealed that to us herself yet. I don’t want to scare her away already by revealing that we’ve been watching her. Our people have always lived in the forest, and the only reason you’re out here is that you are an Omega on the run… we’ll take care of you, little Omega. The men who hunted you, won’t ever be graced with even the sight of you, ever again.

“I wouldn’t be out here if I had any other options,” she huffs sadly, revealing more than I think she intended to. My brothers and I share a look, as Goldie stares at the table with a faraway look in her eyes.

“What makes you say that?” I ask gently, letting a little of my pheromones out. I want to put her at ease, relax her so she feels comfortable sharing her past with us. It’s only the first day with her. We need to move with caution, but fuck, my instincts are riding me hard. She stiffens slightly, as if realizing she might have made a mistake, but my pheromones hit her, and I watch, slightly fascinated, as her shoulders relax, just a fraction.

“Well, that’s useful,” Cill whispers quietly so only I can hear him, as we move several serving bowls from the kitchen to the dining table.

“Mmm,” I grunt in agreement, letting just a little more out. I don’t want to overwhelm her, or make her a horny writhing mess, but…a little bit of a pull to us couldn’t hurt.

She shivers, and I frown, as I pile food onto her plate first. It seems the chillier air still gets to her. Despite the thick socks and the sweater. Ky excuses himself and steps into the hallway as I consider setting another fire. Is it cold in here, or is she just lost in her memories? The interior of the mountain makes for a cooler home. Besides cooking, we have little use for the additional heat in our natural forms, so we rarely use it.

Ky returns with the blanket from the foot of my bed. Holding it up, he whispers, “Goldie, would you like this?” He’s so…submissive…with her.

“Please,” she nods, and he drapes it over her lap slowly, not making any sudden movements, like she's a frightened little bird, and she smiles up at him. “Thank you,” she murmurs softly, her cheeks turning pink as Ky retreats to his side of the table with blushing cheeks. Cill and I share a knowing look. Our precious baby brother, caring for his mate.

Their shy interaction was sweet, but I know he’s still terrified that he’s a danger to her. That he’ll do something that sends her running from us twice as fast as she ran from her village. We all want to make her comfortable with us, but if I’m honest, the Alpha in this room that is the least likely to scare Goldie off, is Ky. He’s so naturally calming. It’s why her horse lets Ky close, but is fearful of Cill and I. It’s just who he is in his soul.

Cillian is…vicious. Deadly, when someone he loves is threatened. That's true for all three of us, but Cillian can be a little unhinged in that regard. But he’s also playful and more carefree than the rest of us.

As for me, I’m the oldest. I keep my brothers safe. From harm, or from themselves. I make sure they’re strong and ready for anything. Becoming their protector when our father died was something I never grew out of.

Goldie never answered my question, but I don’t press her for more information, even if it does grate my nerves slightly. I’m used to getting my way. To others doing as I say… The golden strands of her hair catch the glow from the fire, setting them alight and making her look almost angelic. I clench my hands, wanting so badly to drag my fingers through the silky-looking strands. Clenching my jaw, I swallow the growl that was working its way up my chest and suppress the urge to release pheromones that will make her melt for us.

Do not start growling at the shy Omega… I tell myself as I take my seat and wait for Cill to sit, now that he’s finished filling all our cups with fresh water.

Goldie sits up, tucking the blanket carefully in her lap, as she grabs her fork and knife. We all watch her, breath held, as she cuts off a piece of rabbit and takes her first bite.

She lets out a strangled moan, her eyes falling shut as her cheeks turn a beautiful red.

“Oh, wow…” she groans, before shoving a heaping forkful of potatoes into her mouth next. “I have never, in my entire life, eaten something so—” she pauses, before taking another large bite of rabbit dipped in gravy and then piled with potato, “—so gooood.” The way she moans ‘good’ has my cock threatening to break free of these annoying human trousers. Thankfully, Goldie can’t see under the table right now, or she’d find three monster cocks straining to reach her.

The purr she lets out has my brothers and I entranced, and this time the pheromones that escape me are not intentional. I suspect the purr Ky rumbles, and the slight growl from Cillian, aren’t entirely intentional either.

Taking a bite to distract myself, the savory flavor of the carrots and potatoes with the rabbit shows that the lessons Ma gave Cill in the kitchen were worth the years of listening to him grumble about boredom. I grab a slice of bread, slathering it with butter, and pass it to Goldie, letting out my own satisfied purr as I watch her eat enthusiastically.

She hasn’t noticed the way we watch her, or the way we’re responding to the sounds she’s making. Thoughts of her moaning for my cock the way she does the bread have me pausing mid-chew. I nearly choke. Her scent has spiked, the berries and honey mix with her purring and moaning… I have always considered myself a strong man, but right now I am absolutely weak for the Omega across from me.

She keeps glancing between us, looking shy as she practically devours her meal. Cill has a smirk on his face as he eats, all but preening from her obvious enjoyment of his cooking, while Ky hides behind the curtain of his hair. A blush overtakes her cheeks as she catches my eyes on her. I smile gently as she ducks her head, returning to her dinner.

Before she needs to ask, I reach forward and place another serving of food on her plate. My Omega deserves everything she has missed from those years in the village, and I doubt she would have asked anyway. Her eyes go wide with unspoken gratitude, and I wink at her, making that blush of hers deepen.

Goldie is a beautiful sight. One I look forward to seeing every day for the rest of my life.

Our mate is finally home, all we need to do now is show her we deserve to worship her for all our lives.

Despite the lack of conversation, there is a comfort in the scrape of utensils as we share a meal as a pack for the first time.

It doesn’t take long for the four of us to finish eating, and the way Goldie uses a slice of bread to soak up every drop of gravy tells me just how hungry she was. Tonight, before she goes to sleep, I’ll make sure to bring her dessert.

She would make a delicious dessert, herself. I shake the dirty thought away, as I sit back in my chair, watching my mate clean her plate.

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