Page 49 of Golden Desires

The sound of Donald’s wailing has grown quieter, now. Kylan scoops me up into his embrace, as Cillian stands behind Alma, and we turn to the two monsters still holding the other villagers. All four of which have pissed themselves.

“Should we tie these ones up, while we speak?” The taller one, who’d been fighting Aldair, suggests.

After they do just that, Aldair, Cillian, Kylan, Alma, and I wait for the two Alpha monsters to explain.

“We’re mates, I’m Sam, he’s Ian. When our home was attacked sixteen years ago, we fled to the human village to hide. We never thought we’d see another one of our kind again. But then, one year ago, someone new came to the village. Mika. He’s from a settlement of our kind. His mate is human too, so he was looking for other unmated Omega’s nearby, as well as any of us that might be in hiding. He’s not from our village, but deeper in the mountains, in the opposite direction,” the big one, Sam, wastes no time explaining. His green eyes are earnest as he looks at his mate.

“When Goldie went missing, we joined the search, then we caught your scent,” Ian explains further.

“And hers.” Sam nods to Alma. I don’t miss the way his eyes linger on her before he continues. “We keep a safe distance between us and the humans, for obvious reasons. If we’d known how bad things were for your mate, we would have intervened. We joined the search to make sure no one was harmed. We were trying to do so without revealing ourselves, but then we saw you.” Sam looks giddy, completely unfazed that there's a dead body ten feet from us, and a paralyzed Alpha right next to it.

“Mika should be returning soon, with some of the unmated Domus from his village. He wanted to wait until Goldie was closer to her first heat…” Ian adds, lifting a hand to the back of his neck. “Obviously that won’t be–”

“She’s already mated.” Cillian bites out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yes, well, as are we. However…um.” Sam looks from Ian to Alma. My eyes go wide. Alma is only forty-six. She’s unmated. Deltas are rare, like Omegas, but I know nothing about my mate’s people. How their matings work. These men are older. They could teach us a lot. Things that could be important for us to know when we have children.

“Oh my,” Alma says with a giggle, before slapping a hand over her mouth.

“Oh, ew!” Cillian grumbles, and I shove his arm.

“You hush,” I scold.

I don’t miss Ian moving closer to where Alma stands or how his mate’s smile grows with the move.

It’s that moment that my belly cramps, and my fever spikes again. I’m about to go into full heat.

“Oh, fuck, you four should go,” Ian says, looking just as unsettled as I feel. “We can handle that, if you want?” he offers, nodding to Talia and Donald. I don’t want them left so close to Ma’s house.

“What about them?” Aldair asks, pointing to the humans tied to a tree.

“Let us worry about them,” Sam growls, and my cramping intensifies.

I double over in pain. Cillian scoops me up into his arms.

“Wait,” I whisper. I want Donald to suffer but…

“Aldair,” Cill nods to Donald, and I watch as my Alpha stomps over to the small man, kicks him onto his back, making him scream in pain. Then he uses his clawed foot to crush Donald’s skull.

I miss whatever else is said between my Alpha’s and the newcomers, as my heat kicks in, and I try climbing Cill like a tree.

“Don’t hold back. I need you,” I tell him, knowing that once I’m lost to the haze of my heat, I won’t be able to coherently ask for what I need, and my men won’t do anything I haven’t consented to.

“We know, Goldie. We’ll give you what you need,” Aldair confirms as he walks over from the retreating Alphas, and I whimper, as I try to get comfortable in Cillian’s hold. My skin is burning up. I press my nose to Cill’s neck and breathe him in. His cracked pepper scent with touches of sandalwood soothes me slightly, and I let out a purr.

“Even if I’m out of my mind? Or half delirious? Or even asleep? Will you give me what my body needs, even if my mind isn’t all there?” I ask, hoping like fuck they say yes.

“If that's what you want, golden girl. We can give you what you need, if we have your permission now,” Cillian says softly, and I nod eagerly.

“Yes, yes, please! I don’t want to be in pain. Only you can take my pain away. My mates. Your knots…need your cum…” I’m already mumbling, my words making less and less sense as coherent thoughts leave me. “So deep, so good…yes, yes, yes.”

“Fuck, move faster, brother. Before she pulls your cock out and mounts you mid-step,” Aldair grunts, but that doesn’t sound like his worst idea. The sudden rush of cedar, rain, leather and clover that joins Cillian’s scent make it clear my Alpha’s are on board with the plan.

“Settle, Omega, settle,” Cillian growls, and the world goes black.

Everything is hazy, as I groan.

“Fuck, Goldie,” the sound of Aldair’s moan makes me blink. It’s dark, the only light in here is from the fireplace, where a low ember burns. The blankets, pillows, and articles of the guys’ clothing around us soothe my instincts.

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