Page 43 of Claimed By the Alpha Wolves

Something competitive stirs in my chest and I grab Faye’s waist and assist her onto the horse. I jump on after her, giving her a cocky grin when she glances over her shoulder at me.That’s right, babe. I’m your knight in shining armor.

The servant who brought out our horse hands Faye a little scroll. “Your first clue.”

Faye takes it with her little hands, and I have the strange urge to compare our hand sizes. Most omegas are small, but Faye is tiny.I bet I could spin her on my dick like a top.The thought makes my blood heat up, and I have to actively distract myself, so Faye won’t feel the evidence of my arousal.

“Our clue,” Faye says, reading from the paper they gave her. “You’ll find me under a sad tree, where you can sit on me.”

My own woody will be sad if she doesn’t sit on me soon…

We stare at the paper for a long moment before the answer clicks in my mind, but I want to give her a chance to guess, since I’m good at things like this. I know from experience that games are more fun when everyone feels useful and included.

“A sad tree?” she says, frowning. “Trees don’t have emotions.”

“You’re right. Sad, crying, what could it mean?”

She perks up. “The weeping willow!”

“Ah, yes, but can we sit on it?” I ask, pretending to ponder the question.

Turning around, she smiles at me, and her smile takes my breath away. “The bench under the weeping willow.”

“I bet that’s it!” I say, returning her smile.

Making her happy is better than winning any game.

We ride for a few minutes, and no other riders follow our path. That tells me that either we’re going in completely the wrong direction, or every couple has been given different clues and will end up at different spots. Either way, I don’t particularly care. I want to draw out every possible moment I can enjoy with her firm ass pressing against my hard cock.

“So, Faye, tell me more about yourself.”

She lifts a brow. “More about myself?”

“Yes.” I try to think of an easy place to start. “Do you play a lot of games like this?”

“I used to, with my brother.” She shakes her head, like she’s trying to shake off the conversation. “What about you? Do you play a lot of games?”

Probably not the kinds of games you’re used to.“As a boy, I had a whole pack of idiot boys to play with, so we were always busy and getting into trouble. Now, things haven’t changed all that much. I have a group of guys I’ve been seeing the world with. They’re morons, but I love them. Just recently we followed a group of girls to somewhere that was supposed to be an awesome club, but ended up being a room with a group of armed guys who intended to rob us and beat us up. Unfortunately, they weren’t aware we were shifters, so they’re probably all still in the hospital.”

Her mouth is hanging open.

I lift a brow. “Not the sort of games you were talking about?”

Her eyes crinkle. “No, not at all. That’s insane!”

I shrug. “We only have one life, we need to live it well.”

“By nearly getting robbed and beaten by thugs?”

I grin. “But now I have a great story to tell.”

“You’re crazy!” she tells me.

“And you’re beautiful!” I tell her right back.

She shakes her head like she thinks I must be out of my mind.

Time to regroup.“So, where is your favorite place to travel?”

Some of the bravado fades from her face. “I’ve… I’ve never really been anywhere.”

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