Page 114 of Carnage Island

But I don’t care.

We’ll finish this on the yacht, then do it again in the house.

All fucking night, if I have my way.

Clove whines a little, her hips flexing again as I push myself deeper. “You’re doing so good,” I praise her, placing a palm on her back to steady myself. “So fucking good.”

She whimpers in response, so I purr a little for her, wanting her to know how proud I am of her for taking two of her Alphas into her tight little body.

“You’re a natural, sweetling,” Volt says against her mouth. “And fuck, this feels amazing. I’ve never shared a woman like this.”

“Neither of us have,” I echo, sliding in a little more. “Only with you, Clove. Only ever with you.”

It’s a vow I shouldn’t make.

But it’s a promise I feel all the way to my soul.

She’s mine,I think, my wolf grumbling in agreement.

I circle her swollen nub and gently lower myself to her back again, my lips finding her shoulder. It’s instinctual. It’s where I want to bite her. How I want to claim her. And I can’t fight the impulse to press myself against her.

Volt’s arm slips out from between us, his palm going to her hip as I slide my hand around her throat. He releases her nape, giving me full access to her neck. I nibble and kiss my way to her ear. “I’m going to thrust the rest of the way inside you now, Clove. Then we’re going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

She groans in response, her mouth still occupied by Volt’s lips.

I nuzzle her pulse, kissing her tender skin, and do exactly what I said I was going to do.

She screams, the intensity of having us both inside her causing shock to ripple through her sweet body. I don’t stop massaging her sensually, coaxing her back to that nearly orgasmic state as Volt and I begin to move.

Not harshly.

Not yet.

Just enough to show her what we can do, to prepare her for the insanity we’re about to unleash upon her.

She whimpers again, the sound adorably alluring.

She knows she can take us. She wants it. She just has to accept it.

“You’re squeezing my cock so damn hard, sweetheart,” Volt says, groaning. “You’re so fucking hungry for my knot.”

“You’re strangling my shaft even more,” I tell her, my lips against her ear once more. “Your tight little ass is begging me to unleash my power, to show you what I can do.”

“Just say the words, Clove,” Volt murmurs. “Tell us to let go and we’ll give you what you need.”

She writhes between us, our wanton Omega giving into the sensuality of the moment, learning how to accept both of us in her tight little holes.

I give her that moment, allowing her to adjust to our assault, waiting for her to tell us to fuck her.

“You’re going to feel so good when you come,” I whisper. “It’s going to make us want to knot you for hours.”

“Days,” Volt corrects, thrusting up into her. “Weeks.”

I hum in agreement, nibbling her throbbing pulse.

She’s falling apart.

Her mental walls are crumbling.