Page 58 of Wanted By the Wolves

I kiss her freckles and her nose. “Anything you want.” My hands caress the soft skin of her belly and thighs until my omega is snuggle-drunk, her eyes full of clouds.

“I’m pretty sure I’m knocked up from your dirty talk.” She lets loose a giddy string of giggles.

My cheeks heat, but my wolf prances smugly in my mind.As if my alpha needs any more incentive to be a brute.

“It wasn’t too much?” I ask. My fingers find the spot where we’re locked, and I massage her opening, rubbing along her slick lips.

Nova squeezes my knot, her legs shaking as she moans. I rock my hips, gently tugging at her entrance.

“Not too much. So good—” Her words cut off when I pinch her clit, and the room swells with her scent.

“Good,” I growl, my cock spurting more cum. “Because I think we’ll be here for a while.”

Nova gives a sultry laugh that’s almost a moan. “Bring it on, alpha.”

I reach for her lips, getting lost in her again as we chase another high.

And another.

And another.

We crest again and again until we’re spent.

My first knot lasts more than two hours. When it finally deflates, I pull out, tucking my sleeping mate into my chest. I can hear the guys downstairs, smell the scent of dinner in the air. I don’t move, content to stay with her like this forever.

Chapter 31

Gage

Ifinish the last words of the spell, and a swell of magic locks into place. Clearing my mind, I focus on my intentions for this moon.

Give us the power to bring Nova safely through her heat and the strength to protect her through our bond.

I let those words flow through me, imagining them coming to fruition. Doubts try to creep in, but I push them away and focus on an image of her with three bite marks on her neck.

Awareness slowly returns, and I realize I’m not alone. Atop Nova’s sweet cinnamon and apples is a darker floral laced with spicy pepper, more potent than anything growing in my greenhouse.

Briggs.The pushy fucker.

“Hands off the goods. I’ve already had one brother-related plant mishap today,” I grumble.

Briggs chuckles but pulls his hand away from the lavender.

“Why are you here? I figured you’d be right behind Dex.”

“Nope. They need some time together.” Briggs moves closer, looking at the plants and touching everything on my worktable. “You should get a new hiding spot if you don’t want to be found.”

“I didn’t realize I needed to hide in my own home.” I don’t know why this alpha makes me feel so on edge, but his presence puts me on the defensive and makes me feel a little like cornered prey.

“You don’t.” Briggs returns an opaque healing crystal to the table and holds his hand out to me. “You look like you could use a break. Come with me. I have a surprise.”

“I’m not?—”

He pulls me off the floor in one smooth move, spins me around, and presses me against my worktable, the wood digging into my hip. “If you wanna be difficult, be difficult. But hear me out—maybe you could let me take care of you my way? My way has got a lot less angst and a lot more orgasms.”

Briggs’s lips hover close to my ear, making my hair tickle my neck. That, combined with the scent of his arousal, makes my head swim.

“What?” I ask stupidly.

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