Page 41 of Golden Desires

I head for where I think the entrance could be, spotting it just a few moments later, when a massive fur covered arm snatches me around the waist and off my feet.

I snarl, fighting against the hold, when a deep growl fills my body from the chest that rumbles against my back.

“Settle Omega, settle.” Cillian’s words are layered with his delicious growl, his voice thicker, heavier than before. I look down at the arm holding me, clawed and covered in fur, and a shiver travels through me. My fingers dig into the soft texture as I clutch at the arm holding me.

“Little mate…” Aldair says from behind me, and I grin in triumph.

They caught me. They’re worthy mates.

They’ll protect me and my young. Our young.

“Show me,” I whisper. They know what I want. I caress the fur on the arm wrapped around me, and Cill grunts. “Show me the true form of my mates,” I demand.

“Once you see us…you’ll change your mind,” Ky whispers, and the snarl that leaves my lips is filled with pain and anger.

“Don’t tell me what I feel, Kylan. Show me, claim me. Knot me!” My words are more forceful than I intended. “Or reject me,” I quietly add, because I won’t claim a mate that won’t claim me back.

Three angry growls fill the air around me, and I sigh in relief, breathing in their scents. It settles me, excites me, grounds me…

“You left me alone for days…starved me of your touch. Denied me what I needed. Don’t growl at me like that, you’re the only ones to blame for my words. Are you going to reject me? Or claim me…” I hiss, and as branches snap under the quiet steps of my Alphas, I lift my chin, waiting for them to show themselves, finally.

Aldair’s massive form is the first to come into view. He stands at over seven feet tall, with black fur so dark it reminds me of the darkness of the forest at midnight. His ears flick up, before he drops them low to his head, and the urge to caress the fur there is overwhelming.

His arms cross over his chest, as he looks down his long snout at me. When he speaks, I see his mouth full of gleaming, sharp white teeth.

“Well, Little Omega?” The slick between my legs should be answer enough, but the pheromones I release to match his fill the air around us, and I stare into his warm brown eyes, meeting his Alpha challenge with one of my own.

“And what about me, hmm, golden girl?” Cillian’s grip shifts as he grabs me with both hands on my waist and spins me around. I meet his eyes, the same gray eyes of his other form, and smile. His fur is highlighted with browns, and if he’s shorter than Aldair, it’s by no more than a couple of inches. The grin he gives me looks menacing in this form, but I bite my lip.

“Can you lick me the same way Aldair did, while in this form?” I challenge, before reaching up and grabbing his ears, tugging gently. “I can just imagine holding these while you feast,” I say, my voice filled with a purr.

“Oh, you’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you…” Cillian teases, and I watch the way his mouth moves as he talks. I want him to sink those sharp teeth into my skin… “Time to reassure my little brother, sweet mate,” Cillian whispers, and I nod.

When Cill places me on my feet, I take a deep breath and turn toward my kind-hearted mate.

“I can’t see you if you hide,” I whisper as I tilt my head forward to peer into the dark.

“I hurt her like this. I scented your blood, and I lost control. Five years ago, I lost control, and Ma paid the price,” Ky argues, still hidden behind the tree.

“Because of me,” Aldair says, pounding a fist to his chest. “I am the one who found the bloodied rags, and brought them home.” I’m curious about what bloodied rags Aldair is referring to, but I’ll save that question for a less intense moment.

“Besides, you’ve never killed anyone. Aldair ate Snowball when he went through puberty,” Cillian adds, ever the jokester.

“You ate him!” I gasp, whipping my head toward the massive Alpha. He lifts his chin, and huffs. “Well heck, at least you didn’t eat Alma’s favorite pet,” I say, shaking my head, and my surly Alpha winces.

“Ma forgave you, you need to forgive yourself,” Cillian adds, offering me his strength as he stands at my back, one clawed hand on my shoulder.

Reaching for a rock from the forest floor, I pick up the sharpest one I can find, and slice it across my outer forearm before anyone can say anything or stop me. Three concerned growls fill the air, and I’m once again lifted into the air.

The wound only drips blood for a moment, before closing quickly.

“Woah,” I whisper, because that’s definitely never happened before.

“Goldie, are you okay?” Ky asks, as he rushes me, looking for my injury. He forgot he was hiding from me, more concerned about my safety than me seeing him.

“Better now,” I whisper. As in their human forms, Ky is the largest of them. His fur is highlighted in white, even the tips of his ears are white, and I smile.

He’s very cute. His amber eyes meet mine as he realizes what's just happened, and I smile. Cillian places me back on my feet, but spanks my naked ass.

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