Page 111 of Carnage Island

She squirms in response, that sound a mating call from an Alpha to his chosen mate. Her reaction earlier told me that Caius hasn’t explained that to her yet. Only the purr and other parts of our lives.

After tonight, she’ll understand that an Alpha can bring his Omega to her knees with a subtle rumble.

Just like he can soothe her with a purr.

Or make her scream with his knot.

Omegas drive Alphas mad, but we know how to return the favor in kind.

I trace my tongue down to her entrance, prodding her and loving the way her muscles clench around me. “She’s very ready for a knot,” I say, humming in approval. “The question is…”

I palm her thighs, pushing her wider, then draw my tongue lower toward her back hole.

“Mmm, the question is, can she take us at the same time?” I use my finger to demonstrate, sliding one in her ass before returning my mouth to her pussy.

She’s so fucking wet.

So beautifully aroused.

And so damnperfect.

Because she moans as I breach her backside, our little vixen eager to take us in any way she can.

That’s the Omega in her, the being driven to take whatever her Alphas want to give her, and begging us to dominate her in every conceivable way.

Because that’s what makes her feel safe.

That’s what proves to an Omega that her Alphas will protect her.

She may not realize the animalistic drive behind this need, but Volt and I do. We were born to take care of an Omega just like this, to see to her every desire and protect her from the world.

We’ll do just that.

And we’ll avenge her, too.

If Alpha Bryson is somehow behind her existence and appearance on Carnage Island, he’ll regret the day he played that card.

Because I’m going to fucking destroy him for what he’s done to me and to Clove.

I add a second finger to her ass, my movement a little sharper than intended as my anger gets the better of me, but all Clove does is moan.

Her hand is fisted in Volt’s thick hair, holding him against her tit and begging him to bite her again. He obliges, taking a rosy little tip between his teeth and biting down until she screams.

She rakes her nails down his back in response, drawing an approving rumble from his chest.

He enjoys giving pain almost as much as he enjoys receiving it.

I use her distraction to add a third finger. She contracts around me, groaning in response to the sensation of fullness in her backside.

There’s no question as to what I’m doing—I’m preparing her—and she seems to be fully onboard with what that means.

I reward her eagerness to play by sucking on her clit. Her ass clenches around my fingers, her slick pouring out of her in blatant need. She’s soaking the bed, her Omega genetics preparing her to take our cocks.

We’re big.

She’s small.

But she’s already proven more than capable of accommodating us between her legs.