Page 47 of Defiant
I glance back down at Elena, knowing all the trouble I'm going to be in over a girl. Is it worth it? My chest gives an unplanned purr and I watch as Elena’s hands tighten on her pillow in response.
A tiny sigh escapes from her.
We’re connected in a way neither of us can really explain. Our bodies just call to each other.
"Don't start a war over some goddamned pussy!" Trevor had said last night.
Fucker has no clue.
The most fertile of all the shifters, omegas are also the only ones who can fully slake an alpha's lust. Betas … betas are nice. But sometimes, they aren't enough. And their scent sure as fuck doesn't drive me wild and make me hard as steel.
I’ve sacrificed my entire damn life to get where I am. To turn this pack around and make it safe. I’ve never asked for anything in return until now. But the moon goddess didn’t have me find Elena by accident. The goddess knew she’d need me. She fuckinggaveElena to me.
Mine,my wolf growls as he stretches inside my mind, rolling out the kinks in his shoulders, shaking out his paws.
I debate rolling Elena over and waking her up for another round, claiming her again, trying to start up that heat—but I've got shit to take care of, especially if I'm going to have her tight little body in my bed every night. If I’ve learned anything over the years it’s that the moon goddess might give you a sign, but you still had to work to make things go your way.
Thiswillhappen. Elena will be my omega and satisfy my cock every night. I’m gonna breed her until she’s got my baby inside her. And even then, I’m not gonna stop.
I take a deep breath to try to get a hold of myself as images of Elena’s body swollen up and her tits round and full come into my head. I make myself focus on the other aspects of omegas. Beyond the physical satisfaction, what I've read about omegas is that they finally make alphas feel complete. They're our perfect counterparts. Soft and gentle...well, Elena's soft, I don't know about gentle. She’s got some sass. But she's an omega, and the fact that I'd had to protect her in the woods, the fact that I had, even the fucking fight with Pluto last night … I fill up with this deep sense of satisfaction about defending her.
Alphas are built to be protectors. To dominate. To control. Omegas are our opposites. They're built to submit. I can't wait until Elena stops fighting what she is, accepts it, until the day she looks up into my eyes with worship in her gaze.
Damn.
My dick is harder than a lead pipe. That didn’t work.
I tell it to calm the fuck down because I've got too much to do, but I can't help turning and looking back down at her one last time before I leave. She's shifted slightly, her knees tucked up toward her chest, and there's a blue M&M stuck in her hair. Adorable. I grin as I reach over and carefully remove it.
Then I try to sit up slowly and climb out of bed without disturbing her. Mattresses always bounce up when I climb out of the divot my huge body makes. Normally, I don’t care, but this morning, I press my hands down into the covers to slow the rise and try and prevent Elena from getting jostled.
She looks so tiny and thin, swallowed up by my sweats. It’s hard to believe she could take my cock. But she can. And will again soon, once I've battened down the hatches.
I finally push up off the bed and stride to the bathroom, closing the door gently behind me, determined to let my little vixen sleep as long as she needs. It’s probably only been four hours—I never typically sleep longer than that.
And If she’s not used to drinking, or shifting, Elena’s body might need a bit to recover. Meanwhile, I’ve got a shit-ton to do to prevent Stone from stealing her from me. Namely, I need to get a guard set up and I need to find out how to force an omega to go into heat.
I take a hot shower, reveling in the way Elena’s scent still lingers in this room, fisting my dick to thoughts of her, to remembering how deep I got, thinking about how much deeper I'll go when my knot shoves inside and stretches her. One hand circles my knot as the other works my tip, gliding up and spreading my precum around, squeezing the head.Mmmm.
I bet Elena's throat is so warm and tight. One day, she's going to kneel there and hold still like a good little omega while I fuck her throat until tears come to her pretty eyes. I spurt against the tile wall as little silver stars flicker across my line of sight.
I carefully wash all traces of her scent off of me—I don’t need any more drama today. When I step out of the shower and grab a fresh towel, I notice Matthew's already put a folded set of clean clothes on the counter. He's really earning that raise.
I dress and slip out of the bathroom. Elena's still out cold, so I move quickly to the rec room, shutting the door quietly behind me.
When I turn around, Matthew’s there in his penguin suit with a coffee in his hand. It’s got just the right amount of milk and I can smell the raspberry flavoring from here. Delicious.
I glance over at the basement window, but it’s still dark out, so I ask, “Time?”
“It’s four in the morning, your usual wake up, sir.”
I grin at him and take the mug, lifting it to my lips as I ask, “Checked on our prisoner?”
“Which one, Alpha Maddox? You seem to have quite the collection right now.”
I ignore the old man’s jab and stride across the rec room to the basement storage room. I smack my fist sideways into the silver shield and then wait, patiently drinking my coffee while Matthew pulls his keyring out of his pocket and unlocks the door.
Pluto stumbles out of the room, his brown hair disheveled, stubble on his chin—the man hates stubble with a passion. He’s naked after his monster shift last night. He shoots a furious glare in my direction before he bolts for the stairs. “Dick! As soon as I pee, I’m kicking your ass!”
