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CHAPTER EIGHT

RAPHAEL

Y ou can claim me, but only after we make a deal? Who the hell does she think she is? As if she’s in a position to bargain with us. And why am I so drawn to Peter Wilder’s daughter, a woman I swore to kill?

“Let’s make a deal,” she whispers, repeating her bold proposal, lifting her tight little black dress more to expose herself completely to us.

The slit I made near her thigh makes it all the more erotic, and my cock throbs from the show she’s putting on.

I didn’t expect a strip tease after we tracked her down, but I’m not complaining.

When we don’t respond, Grace huffs, cheeks flushed.

She drops the torn hem of her dress and yanks her black panties down her smooth thighs, until they fall to her ankles.

“Do we have a deal?” she says, as if we can focus on anything else other than her pussy.

Our little white rabbit steps out of her panties and kicks her ruined underwear towards Leo, who gladly snatches them up, bringing them to his nose.

Pervert.

Not that I can blame him. She made a mess of the lace after Nakoa stroked her cunt, and fingered her until she came undone.

I bet they smell like paradise, maybe even better than the slickness between her thighs.

I want a taste. I can’t deny that. I want to taste her and lick her and make her cream on my tongue and not just my hands like our alpha did.

She’ll take my cock, and my knots, until she breaks.

“You can have me. Do you hear me? I won’t fight!

I’ll submit however you want, however long you want me to.

I’ll do whatever you want me to do. But you must help me find my sister.

She most likely washed up near the North Shore, like the other omegas and betas you’re going to war for.

Help me find her…” She pauses, dragging her gaze from Leo to me and then ultimately locks eyes with Nakoa, “and I’ll let the pack leader mark me as his mate.

That’s not a bad deal, is it? To have a willing, mated pussy to fuck whenever you want?

I can’t have anyone else. But I’ll only crave you. I’ll belong to you forever. ”

My breath hitches in my chest, and to say I’m surprised by her offer is the understatement of the year.

We meant to mark her, of course. But a mating bite?

A mating bite was different, permanent. We discussed getting to that point, which I adamantly disagreed with, and we all settled on stopping her heat for now.

But now she’s offering something no less than a proposal to be our pack leader’s wife, his queen, not just our captive—an absurd idea!

And yet, she’s offering her neck to him.

Her heart. And her scent? Fuck! It’s like the blossoming of a million wildflowers. I’m overwhelmed by it.

“Why?” Nakoa asks, remaining neutral on the surface, but I can sense the shift within him. It’s seismic, an earthquake of emotion held back by the tension in his stance. He’s just as surprised, maybe more so than I am.

I grind my teeth, glaring at Grace. How dare she pretend she’s on our level?

Not only is she an omega, she’s the offspring of that devil.

But I can see Nakoa isn’t just entertaining her offer; he’s willing to leap.

The fucking fool! We could just take her, mate her, without this stupid fucking deal.

Especially Nakoa. He knows this, and he knows I know this because he glares are me.

It’s the keep your fucking mouth shut sort of glare, so I do, because not only do I respect my alpha, I fear him.

It’s the only reason a bullheaded guy like me has been able to maintain a pack bond as long as I have.

“Does it matter,” she shots back before her tone softens. “Do we have a deal?”

“I’m considering it,” Nakoa says so faintly it takes me a second to catch it.

No way! He can’t be serious. And even if he were to accept on our behalf, it’s not a deal at all, since we always meant to rescue any of the women and men who had the misfortune of washing up near or on the South Shore, where a tropical storm and two freak incidents damaged the fortified fence, cutting the island in half.

If we’re crazy and cruel, the wolves of North Shore are crazier and crueler still.

It’s a fate I wouldn’t wish even on this bitch; an omega shouldn’t be subjected to such brutality.

For that simple fact, I had offered my pack a plan to make Grace’s death quick, which was rejected.

But then, that thought makes me falter. She’s terrified for her sister and willing to sacrifice herself to save her.

Grace loves her so deeply that she’s willing to sell her soul for just a shot to rescue her, not even knowing if she’s alive.

Would Peter Wilder ever do the same for his daughters? The equivalent, anyway?

Doesn’t mean shit and it doesn’t matter, I think, licking my dry lip, a sinking feeling anchoring me to the spot so I don’t make another mistake by lunging at her.

She’s lying. She’ll knife us in the back or neck, as soon as she can.

Probably thinks she can divide and conquer.

Not a bad plan. Get our alpha wrapped around her little finger, addicted to her pussy, so he turns on us. As if he would.

She doesn’t answer Nakoa, so he nods to Leo and me, “They’ll mate you soon, then.

It’ll take time, but I’m sure we’ll all warm up to each other.

Fine, we have a deal. We’ll search for Faith.

I’ll make you my mate. But first, get on your knees and spread your legs, Grace.

My sweet omega, we can’t wait any longer. I won’t wait any longer!”

She nods and Leo eagerly adds, “W-We’re all strong alphas!”

I roll my eyes. Great. His stutter is coming back; Leo’s so nervous over Grace that he’s stumbling over his words like he’s stumbling over his lanky limbs as he stalks towards her.

“We’re all the best fighters. Mating our pack will be wonderful,” he continues.

He wants a chance to mate her, too, but Grace ignores him as she sinks to her knees.

Leo isn’t put off by her silent rejection in the least, and I have to hand it to him; his patience alone sets him apart from the rest of our pack.

Somehow, Leo endured this scent for a week without giving in.

I’ve been in her presence for a day, and I’m starving, ravenous from her powerful pheromones like a man possessed.

As we move as one to circle her, I unzip my pants.

Leo tugs down his shorts that belong in the burn pile, they’re so damn tight and short, and Nakoa, a nudist by nature, palms his loose cock.

I can’t break a promise I refuse to make.

I won’t promise Grace a damn thing. I’ll just take.

If Nakoa wants to go along with her delusion that she’s making a deal, so be it.

He’s my pack alpha, not a dictator. I don’t have to risk my life to find her sister in particular once we go on the offensive against the wolves of North Shore.

But I will enjoy fucking this omega, regardless if I want to strangle her first or not.

“Let’s put that sharp tongue of yours to good use,” Nakoa purrs, and a flash of madness he usually keeps perfectly veiled behind his reserved expression comes out. His stormy gaze never leaves her face, like the eruption of a volcano that can’t be held at bay.

Yes, he’s right—no need to think too hard. I’m going to enjoy myself. In a way, isn’t killing this omega princess’s pride equivalent to a type of death? At least, I think it is.

With that thought in mind, I reach out and guide her lips to my straining dick.

She screws her lips shut and yanks her head away.

Annoyed, I watch as she reaches for Nakoa’s cock, licking the tip as she strokes his shaft, cups his balls, and stares into his eyes with radiant obedience.

Maybe she was an actress back on the mainland, because this version of Grace sure isn’t the woman who spat in my fucking face over an hour ago.

Our pack alpha makes a choked sound in the back of his throat.

He shoves her hands away, grips her cheeks, and all but impales her throat with his cock before pulling out.

He strokes her head as if to apologize with one hand, as he tugs at his salt-n-pepper locks with his right hand.

At this rate, he might go completely gray from stress.

“Slowly…” he murmurs, more to himself, as he slowly pushes his cock back inside her mouth, in and out, in a gentle rhythm.

I snarl. He’s not gentle– ever. I’ve never seen him show such restraint, the few times we’ve been able to fuck as a pack, just Nakoa and I, and for some reason that pisses me off as he sinks deeper into her throat, pumping shallowly this go around as she fights to suck down more of his shaft.

It’s not long before his balls pillow her chin, and he’s fucking her throat properly, gripping her cheeks again as he holds her still.

But still, this isn’t even a tenth of the force he usually uses, especially the only other time I’ve seen him in rut.

Nakoa’s eyes roll back, and I start going limp.

Not because it’s not hot. I like to watch.

We all love to watch and be watched, especially Leo, who looks mesmerized with a lazy grin on his freckled face.

He looks like a kid in a candy shop, something I haven’t seen since I was a child.

It’s a look I honestly can’t say I’ve ever seen on his face, the sheer unadulterated wonder.

I should be enjoying myself. But the way she’s so into it, patient, and obedient…

It pisses me off! Grace was threatening to rip my dick off with her eyes, and yet she’s taking his cock like a good little omega slut.

By the time he’s about to cum, she’s reaching for Leo.

He whimpers like a bitch, pumping into her loose fist as Nakoa loses any sense of a rhythm, her throat airtight, eyes teary, as he rams himself inside her.