Page 52 of Manix
I held out my hand and he grabbed it, uncurling himself from the couch with agility that I envied. We walked toward the deck and I looked down at the courtyard, and more importantly, at the two fully shifted Manix Packs that were snarling at each other. There was only one stranger who remained in his human form. He was rubbing his temples, and when he noticed Raiden, he raised his hands.
“A little help?”
Raiden chuckled low under his breath. Out loud he said, “Depends. What are you doing here, Darius?”
The guy, Darius, sighed and went back to rubbing his temples. “We’ve come to speak to the female Omega.”
Raiden curled his lip. “Then you can turn the fuck around and go home, because there's nothing here for you.”
Woah, woah. Hold up. “Thefemale Omegacan speak for herself.” I gave them all the stink eye. “If we could stop growling and comparing dick sizes for a moment, and maybe switch back to a form that can hold a beer can without Hulk-smashing, maybe we could have a conversation?”
I heard someone say, “Do you think she actually wants us to compare dick sizes?”
Darius, who given his slightly leaner physique was either a Beta or an Omega, shook his head furiously. I bit my lip so I didn’t laugh.
I looked sternly at my guys. Yeah,myguys. That felt nice. I found Finlo and Gatlin, who were scary as fuck in their Beast forms, and pointed at them. “That’s enough. Are they likely to be a threat?”
Darius was shaking his head, but Raiden growled. “Everyone is a threat.”
I frowned at him again. “That can’t be true. You must have been raised with these men. Have you ever seen them do anything that would make you doubt their character?”
Raiden gritted his teeth, and I could tell he desperately wanted to lie. “No.”
I clapped my hands together. “Well, that solves that. Everyone put on some goddamn pants and come inside. It's getting cold out here.”
I turned and went back inside, Raiden on my heels. “Gatlin is going to spank you so hard for speaking to him like that in front of other Alphas,” he cooed, and honestly he sounded delighted. Given the clench in my lower body, it was hard to deny that maybe I was delighted by the idea too.
Raiden must have scented my desire because he pulled me to his body, the thrumming of his chest both soothing and arousing all at once, and that was an insane power to have. “You should send the Wiley-Fletcher-Reid Pack away so we can get to the fun S&M portion of this evening,” he purred against my ear. His hand stroked down my spine and I curled into him instinctively. I leaned in and kissed his full lips. Then I bit him, which made him moan.
Which made me hornier.
Someone cleared their throat behind us and I looked over at a wall of hot guys. Seriously, there was something to be said about this breeding within the gene pool because they were all sexy as fuck.
Wait. Did I just condone hillbillies and inbreeding? Finlo explained they hadn’t quite gotten to the I’m-A-European-Royal stage of inbreeding, and there were still enough Manix who said ‘fuck you’ to the Legion and found lovers outside of Maxton. But if something didn’t change soon, the twang of a banjo would start to play as soon as you crossed the ward into Maxton.
Ellar skirted around the edges of them, walking over to me and kissing me hard. It was pure possession, and I moaned softly into his mouth. He pulled back, and grinned down at me. “I’ll get beers.”
I shook my head as I watched him walk to the kitchen, because that man had a fine ass, then turned back to the four strangers in front of me. “Pack Wiley-Fletcher-Reid. Three Alphas?”
Darius nodded. “And little old Omega me.”
I raised my eyebrows. “That seems like a whole lot of machismo to handle.”
Darius threw back his head and laughed. “You have no idea.” Ellar returned with beers, handing one to Darius. “Thanks, El.”
Huh. So they weren’t strangers. They were friends. I gave Raiden the stink eye.
“You guys are friends, and yet you carried on like that? Like they were here to cause me mortal peril?” I turned my disapproving look on them all, and even the other Alphas looked a little ashamed of themselves.
Darius threw his hands up in the air. “Oh, you’re gonna need to tell me your tricks, because I said the same thing outside and they ignored me.”
Seven just grunted, strode over and picked me up bodily, before moving to the couch and placing me down on his lap. I gave him a stern look, but didn’t move. He had those strong thighs that you just wanted to ride, so I mean, they made a good seat. Everyone seemed to relax onto the couch, and judging the way the other Alphas just collapsed back into the cushions like they’d done it a million times before, I could tell they were close friends.
“So, you better introduce yourselves. I’m Naja.”
The biggest one had deep red hair, and muscles for days. “Corvin.” He pointed to a blond guy with hair that sat in messy waves to his shoulder. “That’s Cooper, and the guy with the perpetual pout on the end is Beckett. You’ve met Darius, our Omega.” He looked at the slighter man with such wholehearted love, it made me smile. “We were hoping that perhaps, you would act as a donor for us.”
My guys all started yelling at once, each with variations of ‘fuck no.’ I looked at Darius, whose eyes were pleading, which broke my heart as I shook my head.
