Page 59 of I Replaced His Husband
They were leaning in close.
Shit. Did they follow me back here?
I don’t think I’ve ever run that fast in my life. I flew down the stairs, three steps at a time, and burst out of the house like a damn rocket. I was barefoot, shirtless, in nothing but sweatpants, my heart pounding like a jackhammer.
I sprinted down the sandy path, closing the distance fast. When I was maybe a hundred feet away, I saw one of the alphas grab Kay by the neck, pulling him in, maybe for a kiss or something. A wild roar tore out of my throat, louder than anything I’d ever made. My glands swelled painfully at my neck, my whole body switching into fighting mode.
I moved like a wildcat.
They heard me, but it was too late. I slammed into the one holding Kay, knocking him off his feet as we both crashed into the shallow water. A deep, guttural growl poured out of me, sounding part lion’s, part demon’s, something primal that came from deep in my core.
I was moving fast, almost blind with rage. My first punch crushed his nose with a sickening crack, blood spraying everywhere. His buddy grabbed my neck, but my fangs snapped out and sank into his forearm. He screamed, pulling back as I spit out a chunk of his flesh. I kept pounding on the first one until he went limp under me, knocked out cold.
Growling, I turned my focus to the second alpha, now kneeling in the sand, trembling, blood pouring from his hand where a chunk of flesh was missing. But he wasn’t a threat anymore. Then I looked up at Kay.
I knew what I must've looked like, face and hands covered in blood, neck thickened. An alpha in fighting mode doesn’t even look human. Our animal instincts take over. Our irises go red, the neck glands swell and burn, muscles swell with adrenaline, veiny and flushed, and our voices drop, dark and deep.
But something even stranger was happening to me. My fingertips were tingling, and my fangs had come out. I’d neverheard of mating fangs showing during a fight, but maybe I was some weird exception?
My eyes locked on Kay. In this state, alphas communicate more with sounds than words.
And I made a sound: a low, vibrating growl that carried a meaning only understood in that primal language between alphas and omegas. It meant:Claiming.
To my shock, Kay responded. I knew mating calls were partly involuntary, but it still floored me.
He answered with a sound that meantAcceptance of the Claim, and right after that…Sexual Offering!
My dick got hard instantly. What happened next was probably the wildest thing I’ve ever witnessed and taken part in, straight out of the mating rituals of our alien creators. Kay dropped to his knees, pulled down his pants, lifted his ass toward me, cheeks spread, his hole open and twitching, inviting. It was calledpresenting; something omegas usually did during heat, the classic breeding position.
Dear Fate, it was so primal, so wild!
Not caring that the other alpha was watching, I leapt up and, with a low growl, rammed my rock-hard cock into Kay’s slick passage. I came instantly, and so did he, as we moaned together. Or maybe it was more of a howl?
Ten seconds later, I pulled out and yanked his trunks back up. Then I turned to the bleeding alpha still sitting in the sand, staring, mouth hanging open in total shock.
"Take him and get out," I growled, my voice deep and ragged, like a demon from the pit.
"I can’t. I’m hurt too."
"Not my problem, you fucking rapists! Call the cops or an ambulance, just get out."
Then I moved back to Kay, bent down, and scooped him into my arms. I held him close and started walking back towardthe house, fast and silent. He was limp in my arms, breathing deep but calm, letting me carry him. His head rested on my shoulder, lips parted, red and wet. He was in a state of full trust; he had given himself to me completely at this moment, knowing I was ensuring his safety, that it was my absolute priority.
Adam and Marco must’ve seen us from the window because they rushed outside, looking pale and shocked.
"What happened?!" Adam asked, clearly shaken. Probably had something to do with the blood on my face.
I didn’t answer, not wanting to scare him more with how my voice sounded. But Kay spoke.
"I’m okay. Jorah and Harry Dawson are on the beach. They’re both injured. They might need help." He winced.
"But what happened, Kay?! Are you sure you’re okay?" Adam pressed, his voice rising in concern.
"They tried to rape me. Rain fought them off… in fighting mode."
Their eyes went wide.
"Rain, thank Fate for you. Are you hurt?" Adam asked, full of worry.
