Page 33 of Hunting Their Omega

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“I can’t believe you don’t know how to swim,” Alaric said.

“The list of things I don’t know how to do is much longer than the list of things Icando.”

I grabbed Isolde’s hand and helped her across the rocks as we made our way to the lake. The sunlight glinted off her hair,highlighting the blue and purple tones in her inky waves. Color had blossomed on the apples of her cheeks during our hike, and her eyes shone as she marked every small creature that passed by. She was as delighted as a pup on its first trip through the wilderness.

Something clenched in my gut.

“That just means we have the pleasure of teaching you,” I said.

“And of seeing you half-naked.” Alaric wiggled his eyebrows, sidestepping before Isolde could swat at him.

“I doubt it’s an impressive sight anymore, considering you’ve already seen all of me,” Isolde quipped.

“I don’t think you understand. Every inch of your bare skin makes me ache,” Alaric brazenly admitted. “I have to restrain myself from touching you, licking you.”

Isolde flushed and looked at me for confirmation.

I placed a soft kiss on her mouth, not bothering to restrain the rumble in my chest. “Maybe after our lesson, we can play,” I murmured.

We reached the clearing, and I reluctantly released Isolde. The lake glittered as rays of sunlight broke through the leaves overhead. I took off my shoes, then my shirt and pants. Alaric did the same.

Isolde glanced between us, her heavy-lidded gaze stroking down the length of our bodies. Our mate was not as unaffected as she pretended to be. My cock stirred at the undisguised lust in her eyes.

The sweet, musky fragrance of her arousal drifted through the clearing, and I growled, unable to stop myself from inhaling greedily.

I shook my head to clear it.

“Take off your clothes,” I ordered, my voice gritty and strained. When she hesitated, I smirked. “Do you want some help?”

Her blue eyes perused my almost bare form, lingering on my hardened length beneath the stretched material of my boxers. Then they drifted to Alaric before returning to my face.

Her smile was wicked. “The first one to catch me wins.”

Isolde sprinted for the woods, her words barely registering before I chased after her. Alaric was beside me, pumping his legs harder than I’d ever seen. He glanced at me, a challenge in his eyes, and I grinned.

Our little mate was fast. Her feet flew across the soft dirt as if she were floating, but that only served to spur me on. My senses sharpened with an ingrained biological call, pulling me toward her like a magnet. The need to claim her—to trap her beneath my body and ensure she never ran from me again—nipped at my heels.

We slammed into her, Alaric twisting in midair so she landed between us.

“Nowhere left to run, pretty girl.”

“No fair, you double-teamed me,” she said, laughing.

I growled, thinking of another way we could do so. “Let’s get you in the water before we have to reschedule the lesson.”

I helped Isolde up, then tossed her over my shoulder. When we reached the water’s edge, I grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head as Alaric pulled her pants down her hips.

Isolde stood in her bra and panties, her curves begging for our touch.

Goddess, help me.

Alaric’s low groan mirrored my thoughts.

“Okay,” I said, looking at the water and reminding myself why we were there. “We’re going to get in and start slow.”

Her eyes widened with fear, and Alaric placed a hand on the small of her back. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

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