Page 33 of Defiant
"Not it," he declares, raising his hands in the air. "Not gonna let you kick my ass when you look like that."
I grind my teeth together in annoyance and jerk my head toward the doorway before stomping down the hall and all the way back downstairs. I shove open the door to my office roughly and head first for the bourbon, which is on a sideboard on the opposite side of the room from my bookshelf. A portrait of my parents smiles down on me as I pour myself a double shot and down it quickly, reveling in the burn as the liquid feels like someone tossed a match down my throat. Hoping it will help take effect quickly and dull a bit of my agitation, I move toward my desk, flick on my computer, and pull up a copy of our treaty with the Dark Nights … a treaty my predecessor created but I’d agreed to because I hadn’t fucking had any omegas in my possession at the time. It hadn’t meant anything. I grind my teeth together as I read for a few minutes, looking for loopholes, hoping that one will just pop out at me.
Pluto slides into the guest chair across from my desk, crossing his legs casually and leaning on one arm as he swipes at a tablet he’s grabbed, doing the same thing I am. A few minutes of silence stretch between us before he weighs in. "Treaty terms are pretty solid. I mean, Dark Nights are going to be furious if you do this."
He’s stating the obvious and I debate throwing my paperweight at him. But it’s a pewter wolf from my father, so I don’t.
"There's noifwe are doing this. She's mine." I lean back from my computer screen and my vision brightens for a second as the feral side of my mind takes over. A lightning storm erupts inside my head, jagged fury followed by a loud crack of wild don't-give-a-fuck.
Pluto holds up a hand. "I know. I'm just saying. Unless she's pregnant or something..."
A wide grin spreads across my face and Pluto freezes. His eyes go round as his mouth gapes for a second before he gives a little shake of his head. "Omegas have to go into heat in order to get pregnant."
I crack my knuckles and roll my shoulders, calm confidence sliding over me like a cloak. I'm almost giddy at this solution. The idea of rutting pretty Elena again and again, of watching her pussy gape as my cum runs down her thighs, makes me feel drunk. This is probably the best possible news I've ever heard in my life, including when it was announced I won the fight to become alpha. My tongue runs over my lips unbidden. "Pregnancy will really do the trick?"
"I...think so?"
I snag my phone from my pocket and shoot off a text to Stone.She has a fever. Doctor here. Might need a few days before hand-off. Nothing major.
Instantly, I get a reply.You’d better not be fucking with me, otherwise our little clashes in disputed territory will seem like a picnic. By treaty, the omega is mine.
I’ll send you a doctor’s note, just like in elementary school.
No. I’ll send a doctor. Or better yet, come myself to get her.
Sounds good. Hopefully she’s contagious. If you die, it will be easy to take over your pack.
With all the sons this little omega is going to give me, I’d be more worried about your own.
Oops. Didn’t I mention it? She’s already pregnant?
I toss the phone on the desk and it skitters across the surface before settling with a clunk. Let Stone blow it up with text messages wondering if I’m fucking with him or not. I don’t give a shit. By the time I’m done with Elena, she’s going to be so sore she will need bed rest. I’ll also fill her belly with so much of my cum that I make both my lies a reality.
Then I lean down toward Pluto, expression as deadly as a knife. "Make sure you know so."
I turn and stride to the office door.
"Where are you going? I thought we were researching this shit!" he exclaims, turning in his seat to watch me.
I glance back as I grab the door frame and I give him a wolfish grin. "I'm going to go send my little omega into her first heat."
12
Elena
My entire bodyaches as if I’ve run a marathon … I've decided that I hate tile floors. When I have my own house, I'm ripping out all the tile. I don't give a shit how practical it is to clean, being trapped in the bathroom for hours has made me hate it. Piling the bath rugs together and the towels on top didn't do a damned thing to make any of it softer. My hips are sore, my ass is sore...though I don't know if that's entirely from the tiles. A little red paddle might be slightly responsible for that.
I roll onto my back, close my eyes, and raise my hips off the ground, trying to ease the ache in my spine. Sleeping naked in the bathroom is going on my list of "never again." I lift my hips a little further until I feel a delicious pop in my back.
That's when the door flies open and Black appears, a loud purr echoing through the room immediately and dazing me for a second.
"Now, this is how I want to be greeted whenever I walk into a room," he grins, his eyes not even bothering to travel up to my face, just feasting on my pussy. Gold flickers through his irises for a second, as if his wolf is close to the surface.
The shock of seeing him there wears off, quickly replaced by embarrassment as I scramble to my feet. "Your house is worse than a fucking jail cell. Seriously? A bathroom?" Irritation helps hide my embarrassment when I bend to grab a towel to hide my nudity, though he’s seen it all already anyway. I wrap it quickly around myself and clench it tight, part of me wishing I was clenching Black’s neck instead. How I’d like to throttle him.
"Seems like you were having a good time in here," he shrugs one of his massive shoulders as he steps into the room, instantly making it feel small and crowded as his scent drifts over to me and causes a very unwanted shiver down my spine. He gives another purr and the sound vibrates through me as if I just straddled a running motorcycle. I can feel it in my thighs.
"I was stretching," I defend myself. "Because I've been forced to sleep on a tile floor! By you!"
