Page 19 of Wanted by the Wolves (The Last Shifters #2)

Chapter 18

Gage

T he little omega on my lap is hot to the touch, and her eyes are glazed, almost as if she’s in heat. Her scent, too, spikes with need. She rocks against me, her nose buried in my neck as she takes deep inhales.

Reality hits me like a gut punch.

She’s been around her mates for over two weeks now, and she didn’t have a successful heat. The circumstances made that a necessity, but I didn’t think those actions through.

Stupid, selfish fucking wolf. As a healer, I should have known better.

It’s rare for scent-matched wolves to last longer than a few days without succumbing to the urge to bite-bond, especially if an omega is in heat. Her body will try its best to correct that and prepare for the next full moon to ensure she isn’t rejected. Not to mention her omega’s got to be unsettled by the fear of our circumstances. She’ll need her alphas to ground her and convince her body that she’s safe and wanted.

And I’m the asshole who has been avoiding her.

My hesitance has already cost her. No wonder the little wolf stubbornly followed me around and clung to the brothers when she wasn't trailing me.

I need to get my shit together. Whether I planned for it or not, my omega is here, and she needs all her pack if we have any fucking chance of keeping her safe.

Nova’s tongue pokes out, licking along my chest and drawing my focus.

My hands find her hips, stilling her. “Eyes on me, little star.”

She’s quick to follow my command, eager like her wolf. Those wide eyes gut me, tugging on every protective instinct I have.

“Have you ever been touched before?”

“No,” she whispers at the same time she rolls her hips. “But I want you to.” She bites her lip, the scent of dark cinnamon filling the air as she slicks.

It’s paradise, and unlike last time, I’m allowing myself to give in to my desire to find out how sweet she tastes.

“You want me to make you feel good?”

A moan slips free, and Nova squeezes her legs around my hips, rubbing against me through the sheets. The friction is delicious, but I need to focus.

“Is that a yes? Let me hear you say it,” I grit the words.

She sucks in a sharp breath, her body trembling. “Touch me, please.”

Fuck, she’s sweet. Too sweet to resist.

My mouth finds her neck, sucking along the light freckles and new scars until I get to the tangled sheet. I kiss my way south until I can circle her nipples with my tongue. The fabric of the sheet dampens and the tips pebble, leaving two perfect targets. When I suck one, she cries out, her nails raking down my back. She’s so responsive it’s unreal. Each little touch makes her whimper and moan.

“That’s right, wild child. Give me your sounds. Don’t hold back.”

The dark cinnamon of her perfume floats between us, blasting away my ability to think. I cage her in with my hands, lowering her to the bed. For a moment, I get lost in her hungry kisses, gently cupping her neck and swallowing her sounds.

Measured tugs of the wrapped sheet reveal soft skin a few slow inches at a time. She’s beautiful but so tiny it feels as if she might break. Amid the dusting of freckles scattered across her skin is a bite mark on her hip and another high on her ribs. I kiss the crescent scars and venture back to the scars on her neck, paying reverence to the places on her body that bear witness to her strength.

She shivers at my light touch, her fingers threading through the hair at my nape. “Gage,” she begs, back arching.

The way she says my name with such need almost sends me to the edge. I want to rip off the sheet covering my lap and bury myself inside her until she’s begging for my knot. Yanking a tighter leash on my alpha wolf, I force myself to go slow. After everything, Nova is trusting me to make her feel good.

She spreads her knees, giving me a teasing glance of her pink pussy. My dick twitches at the sight, eager to spread her open and fill her with my cum.

That ain’t happening.

This is for her pleasure, to take the edge off. It doesn’t stop me from picturing how she would feel all around me, her pussy squeezing and working my cock.

I caress her skin, first cupping her small tits, then plucking her nipples until she’s chanting my name.One swipe of my thumb along her wet slit makes my alpha rumble deep in my chest. “You’re soaked for me, little star.”

My thumb teases her swollen clit and traces her opening before going back to playing with her nipples. I make the slow path again and again, watching pleasure ripple across her delicate face and memorizing her moans.

Nova lifts her hips, her teeth scraping her lip. “Alpha.”

Her plea annihilates the rest of my patience. I circle her entrance and dip a finger inside. Her pussy spasms, sucking me in as the little omega shatters beneath me.

She came from just the tip of my finger. Damn, that’s hot.

“That’s a good omega, coming for me so pretty,” I praise her, letting my alpha’s satisfaction bleed into my tone.

I sink farther inside, using my thumb to stroke her clit.She’s so fucking tight my knot aches at the thought of how stretched I’ll make her.

She grinds against me, each movement sending her higher and higher. I watch, mesmerized by the way my finger sinks into her glistening pussy. Without thought, my other hand takes a long stroke of my cock, the feel of the rough sheet adding to the spike of pleasure.

Her silver eyes track the movement at the same time her pussy clamps down. Her lips part, and she clutches my arm, coming for a second time with a choked moan.

“So beautiful.” I curl myself over her, slotting my mouth atop hers in a messy twist of tongues.

She clings to me with everything she has as she sucks in lungfuls of my scent. I tease along her neck, teeth nipping enough to mimic the bite.

My wolf doesn’t think we should mimic anything. As he has since she arrived, he wants to sink his teeth into her pretty neck while he stuffs her full of cum. The idea is as terrifying as it is hot.

Curling a second finger inside her, I grind the heel of my hand against her clit, making her wail. She rides my fingers, making these delicious moans as she gets closer and closer to another release.

I watch up close as her orgasm finally crests, burning through her. The pleasure makes her eyes shine and her breath hitch.

“So good,” she pants.

“Yes, you are. You’re so eager for me, such a sweet little omega.” My fingers tease her edges, stretching her open as I work her through her peak.

This time, her sweet apples waft into the mix, softening the sharp spice of her cinnamon. She’s gone through the frenzy for now, but if my hunch is correct, this won’t be the last of it.

I roll to my side and curl my arm over her hip, tucking her against me. For long moments, I hold her, letting those little tremors of bliss rock through her.

When I feel her stir, I lift her chin and find her eyes. The fire has been banked as I suspected. “You did beautifully for me, Nova.”

The wild child gives me a dopey grin. “Smells like sunshine.” She takes a deep huff, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. Her tongue pokes out, giving me a tentative lick. “You’re the cure for loneliness.”

She’s adorable. The hormone frenzy has her talking out of turn without making sense, but that doesn’t stop my heart from stuttering at her words. I kiss her forehead, threading my fingers through her short hair.

She’s floating right now on a sea of orgasms and my alpha pheromones. That’s good. It will ground her and make her feel a little steadier.

I’ve been a stubborn ass, pushing her away when she needed me. She deserves better, but I’m what she’s got. It will probably end in disaster. Nothing about tonight changes our circumstances. But what my selfish, fucked-up brain didn’t comprehend was that I would be her disaster if I pushed her away.

My wolf purrs for her, a sound of hope I don’t feel. The affection in the gesture, on the other hand, I fully get. Nova is so damn brave. She marched in here when she knew I was likely to be an ass, and she pushed for the truth. Her spirit is so bright that it’s impossible not to feel her warmth. I was a fool to think I could refuse my mateor our fate.

With slow strokes, I caress her back, holding her as I whisper words of praise. I tell her how beautiful she is, how strong. I admit that I’m an insufferable pigheaded twat and she’s perfect.

The specifics of my words don’t register, but our wolves purr in harmony. Her breaths grow long and deep, puffing against my neck.

Sleep doesn’t come for me, but in those moments, the storm outside seems to quiet, and the world fills with a blinding sense of peace.