Page 112 of Carnage Island

It’s her backside I’m worried about, which is why I start flexing my fingers, scissoring them inside her and ensuring I won’t tear her apart.

Goose bumps pebble across her skin, her body vibrating with intensity as little whines leave her throat.

Volt finishes removing her shirt, then kisses her to swallow those sounds with his tongue while palming her breast.

She clenches around me again, her little nub throbbing against my tongue. She’s close to coming. I consider letting it happen, but I want to be inside her, to feel that climax around my shaft while I’m fucking her.

It’ll make me want to elicit more pleasure from her, to keep her coming the whole time we take her.

Volt and I have never shared a female before.

This is going to be violent and explosive and outright savage.

I need her to enjoy it, to fall into a wave of unending rapture while we pound into her.

So I don’t let her come.

Instead, I nip her clit and smile when she screams.

It’s a taunt. She wants my bite. And my wolf almost makes me break the skin.

But I’m just enough in control to tell him to heel as I pull away from Clove and strip off my pants and shoes.

Volt is soothing her pain with his mouth, kissing her and massaging her breast in an almost gentle manner. At least for him.

But his cock is fucking weeping at the sound of her agony.

The sadist in him enjoyed that, and I’m betting he wants me to do it again.

I don’t. Because it’s not what Clove wants.

And I want to prove to her that honesty is key between us, that we will do what she desires whenever she asks. I press my palm to her sweet heat, saturating my hand with her slick, then palm my shaft.

Yesss,I think, indulging in the heavenly sensation against my skin. It’s fucking amazing and makes me want to slide inside her.

But that’s not the plan.

“On your back, V,” I demand, my voice gruff. “Clove, I want you to straddle him and put him in that sweet cunt. Then ride him a little for me.”

“Normally, I would fight another Alpha commanding me,” Volt says, his mouth against Clove’s as he grabs her hips. “But in this case”—he rolls to his back, taking her with him—“I’ll very happily oblige. Now wrap that palm around my shaft and put me inside you, sweetling.”

She presses her hand to his chest to sit up, her legs automatically straddling him. Then she reaches between them, her fingers wrapping around his knot at the base of his dick, and giving it a taunting squeeze.

Volt growls in response, making her shudder so violently, she almost collapses against him.

I chuckle. “You have so much to learn, little one,” I whisper, kneeling on the bed behind her and bending to kiss her shoulder. “Alphas have mating calls. It’s one of the reasons I know we’ll never desire another—you’ll always respond to our call. Just as you’re doing now.”

“She’s weeping all over my cock,” Volt says, clear contentment in his voice. “Her body is more than ready.”

“It is,” I agree. “Take him inside you, little one. No teasing this time or he’ll growl again.”

She visibly shudders, her hesitation suggesting she’s debating if she wants to test my statement. An Alpha’s growl is an aphrodisiac to an Omega’s senses, making it something she’ll crave almost as much as our purr.

But never as much as our knots.

Which she seems to realize because she grabs him again, this time angling him upward and slowly sliding herself down.

Volt’s patient and doesn’t push her, aware that while her body may be built for us, we’re still large. He may enjoy pain, but it’s clear he’s decided she’s endured enough for one night.