Page 63 of Frenzy
I sucked in a deep breath, kissed her hard, and thrust inside.
I found heaven, and then the Beast went wild. Pressing deeper, I slammed inside of her with probably little to no finesse, but I felt urgent. My Beast needed something, and it was going about getting it with single-minded focus. Bonnie was wrapped around me, pulling me into her harder with the heels of her feet pressed into my ass.
“Omega,” she panted on every breath, making me even wilder. Because that's what we were right now. Two Omegas doing what nature intended us to do: fuck and fuck and fuck until we procreated.
As if triggered by the thought, I shuddered as hot pleasure washed over my body and then my dick… well, it started to suck. It felt like I was coming, but it went on and on, until I collapsed on top of her, barely coherent enough to remember to hold some of my weight off her chest.
She didn’t seem to care, gasping as she clenched around me over and over again, chanting the word “Fuck” in my ear.
I sucked on her neck, every part of me wanting to bite her, to make her mine. Make her my mate.
There were firm fingers on my chin, tilting my head to the left. I looked up into Courtland’s burning eyes as he shook his head. “Not today, Omega. But soon. Soon she’ll be ours.”
I dropped my head back to her neck and breathed in. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was home.
35
Radic
Well, this was hell. The sounds coming from the top floor were making my dick so hard that I was about to pass out from blood loss. The house was quiet, all the kids asleep, and even Rosa had drifted off on the couch.
Pulling the gun gently from her hand, I covered her with the blanket from the back of the couch and stuck the gun in the waistband of my pants. Shutting the door to the living room softly, I moved down the hall toward the front of the house. Opening the front door, I caught the insane pheromones of the collective heat, and my Beast banged against my waning control. He didn’t want to rush out there though, didn’t want to go chase down any of those other scents.
No, his mate was upstairs, getting dicked by his Omega. The thought made me smile.
Movement in the shadows had me drawing my gun again, and I quickly searched the trees. When Corvin stepped into the moonlight, I breathed a small, relieved sigh.
Then I saw the girl in his arms.
“Stop!” I shouted, and Corvin froze. I was moving before I thought through the consequences. What if Corvin was frenzied? The girl in his arms was still unconscious, but there was no doubt she was an Omega. Her hair was a mess of knots, and there was a smudge of dirt on her cheek. Her clothes were old and by the look of them, frequently mended.
Worse than that, I had no fucking idea who she was.
“What the fuck, Corvin?” I hissed, making the girl stir in his arms.
“Fuck off, Radic. This has nothing to do with you.”
I lifted my gun and pointed it at his head. “I like you, man, but if you think I’m going to let you take a fucking girl who’s unconscious into a house full of Alphas while she’s in heat, you’re fucking nuts. You don’t even know her.”
He pulled back his lips into a snarl. “I know her, Beta. She is mine. Has always been mine. Now back the fuck away before I make you.”
The weight of his Alpha command sat heavy on my chest, but my gun didn’t waver. Yay for me. “Who is she?”
His jaw flexed, and then Beckett appeared from the darkness too. Neither of them seemed crazed, but how the hell did I know? “Her name is Kitten. She’s… wild. Feral. We’ve been taking care of her for a decade.”
I shook my head because none of that made sense. “You’ve been keeping an Omega prisoner for a decade?”
Corvin’s warning rumble sent chills down my spine and I wanted to drop to my belly and supplicate myself, but I resisted. Beckett stepped between me and Corvin.
“No, Rad, you’ve got it all wrong. We didn’t find her until she was about thirteen. We were kids. I can explain, but right now Kitten isn’t safe, and if she wakes up here…”
I chewed my lip, uncertain what to do. “She knows you?”
Beckett nodded. “We’ve been giving her supplies for years. Teaching her language. I promise, she’s safe with us.”
I narrowed my eyes, my gun hand steadying. “And you won’t touch her? Swear it, Beckett. Even if she begs for it, you won’t touch her.”
Beckett growled. “She’s safe,” he reiterated. “We won’t touch her. She might be feral, but she isn’t an idiot, Radic. She can make her own decisions.”
