Page 97 of Carnage Island

My sense of time here is slipping.

It’s been a while. That’s what matters. And I want more than just a tongue between my legs.

Which makes me sound like a horny brat.

So I keep my mouth shut and just nod at Volt, agreeing with him regarding the shift. “I can feel her pressing against my skin.”

“I can taste that need in the air,” he says, and I wonder if he means my arousal or my wolf’s desire to be released.

Perhaps both.

Volt is all about word play, something I’m very much enjoying about him.

“How about we go for a run outside?” he suggests. “It’ll be a good way to burn off some energy before we leave.”

Right. Today’s the day we venture off the island, I remind myself. Volt told me the other morning that Tieran agreed to let me go with them, something that surprised me. I was both nervous and excited about it, a joint sentiment that hasn’t changed.

“Come on, I’ll show you how to navigate the corridor,” he says, leading the way with that towel still wrapped around his waist. I have one as well that I keep on, padding barefoot behind him.

“Umm, what if I can’t?” I ask, voicing a concern I’ve had since initially shifting back into human form. “Or what if she won’t let me shift back again?”

“Then I’ll growl,” he answers, adding a slight rumble to his words. “Tieran’s not the only one who can tame your animal, sweetheart.”

I swallow, because yeah, that sounded like a threat and a promise all wrapped up into a pretty Volt-sized bow.

Making him a present I want to unwrap.

With my teeth.

Just to see if he fulfills the vow in those words.

Yes, I have definitely lost my mind to this need to be knotted, I decide, trying to keep pace with him. But it’s really not my fault, it’s theirs. They’re the ones who introduced me to the pleasure of their knots.

My thighs clench at the memory of it.

The way they dominated me.

The sensation of fullness.

The spiral of delirious sensation.

“Do you want to shift or fuck?” Volt asks, pulling me from my thoughts as he grabs me and pushes me up against the wall. I’ve been mindlessly following him down the corridor. We’re outside the door now in the nature tunnel that leads us up from this underground cavern.

I blink at him, noting his palm around my throat. His opposite hand has a death grip on my hip as he slides his thigh between my legs. “Both,” I tell him.

“I didn’t lick you thoroughly enough in the shower?”

My lower belly spasms with a reminder of the two orgasms he gifted me in the last hour. “I enjoyed that.”

He smiles. “I know you did. But you’re saying you want more, hmm?”

I nod, swallowing. “Yes.”

“How about a deal,” he suggests, his voice lowering as he more fully aligns his body with mine. His thick muscular thigh presses into my core, eliciting a low whine from my throat. Because I’m already wet for him. I’malwayswet around these males. It’s something I don’t know how to control and a consequence of my Omega genetics. Well, according to Caius, it’s abenefitnot a consequence. But it makes me uncomfortable, especially when they growl.

Like Volt is doing now.

It’s a hungry sound coming from his wolf, one my animal responds to with a whimper of need.