“He’s a big boy. He can take care of himself, Mo.”
“He’s an unclaimed omega who’s a long way from home!”
Brock dipped his head curtly, took her hand, and pulled her toward the back door. “He’s probably down at the barn with the rest of the team. We’ll find him.”
She hoped so, especially before someone else did. Yes, Koba could take care of himself in an altercation, but she wasn’t banking on the rest of the pack fighting fair.
Chapter Six
More worried than he was willing to let on, Brock jogged all the way to the barn with Moira pacing him every step of the way. Part of him felt ridiculous about getting so worked up over finding his mate. Koba wasn’t just a grown man, but a fairly large man, a lycan, and could hold his own against any opponent.
As Moira had pointed out, however, he was also an omega. Packs had gone to war over the right to claim omegas. Koba couldn’t shoot lasers from his eyes, spit acid, or freeze people in place with his mind. Omegas were the peacekeepers of the pack.
With just a little wave of power, Koba could influence a person’s mood, defuse hostile situations before they could escalate, and talk the most hardcore politician into lowering taxes—and make him think it was his idea. Omegas were advisors to the alpha, always by his or her side, and never absent from negotiations.
The barn doors were standing open when Brock reached them, and the building was empty but for some old farm equipment. “Where is everyone?” Moira demanded, stepping up beside him and fisting her hands on her hips.
“Patrolling would be my guess. It’s almost sundown.”
“So, where do we start looking?”
Maybe they should let it go. Koba wasn’t stupid or reckless. He wouldn’t put himself in danger, no matter how upset he was. “This is stupid. He’s not a child. As long as he doesn’t use his power—and I see no reason that he would—nothing will happen.”
The little pulse of calming energy an omega sent out was accompanied by a heavy dose of pheromones that sent most wolves into a mating frenzy. Since Koba’s father was an alpha and they shared the same bloodline, his birth pack would associate Koba’s scent with their alpha, quelling their lust to a controllable level.
If an omega didn’t share the blood of their leader, a claiming bite from the alpha was needed to acquire the same ultimate result. Koba had neither of those securities with the Red Moon Pack, though.
“Rip and Joss are patrolling with them,” Moira reminded him. “That doesn’t really give me a warm, squishy feeling.”
He didn’t have an opinion one way or another about Joss Emerson, but he didn’t trust Rip as far as he could throw him. The man reeked of deceit, and there was a calculating coldness in his eyes that made the hairs on the back of Brock’s neck stand on end.
“Go back to the house, and I’ll look for him.”
“I’m coming with you.”
He’d expected the response, but it didn’t make him like it any better. “Don’t be a fool. You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“I’m in no more danger out there than I am sitting at home. You think those things don’t know how to use doorknobs? They might look like monsters, but they’re every bit as intelligent as we are.”
Why did he even entertain the idea that she was going to make it easy on him? Maybe it was time he reminded her which one of them was truly the alpha. Spinning Moira around quickly, he pressed her up against the side of the barn, captured both of her wrists in one hand, and lifted them over her head so that her palms pressed against the wood.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, bucking against him and struggling to get her arms free.
“I’d thought it would be obvious.” Covering her back and grinding his trapped erection against her pert ass, he cupped one firm breast in his unoccupied hand and scraped his teeth down the side of her neck. “Do you want me to stop?”
A quiet moan and sexy shiver was his only response as Moira ceased in her struggles and arched back against him.
“I can’t hear you, baby. Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“Maybe I should come back later.” Koba appeared in the open doorway of the barn, fully nude and damp with sweat.
“Koba!” Moira wiggled to get free, but Brock still wouldn’t release her.
“Aww, but you dressed up and everything,” he teased his mate. “Come on in. Stay awhile.”
Koba returned the smile, but he didn’t move any closer. His gaze drifted to Moira, patiently waiting for her permission.
Her head dropped back on her shoulders, and Moira moaned provocatively when Brock brushed his thumb over her pebbled nipple. “Yes, Koba,” she purred. “It’s not complete unless you’re with us.”
Brock couldn’t have agreed more.
* * * *
“You are entirely overdressed for the occasion, kitten.” Though the words were teasing, Koba’s tone was forceful and commanding. Moira had never seen the particular side of him, and it made her pussy clench greedily as a wave of desire consumed her.
Brock finally released her wrists but held tightly to her waist to keep her in place. “We’ll have to remedy that.” His large hands moved up to grip the neckline of her shirt and jerked, ripping it right down the middle.
It was barbaric and unnecessary, but the raw display of power made her clit throb and her muscles quiver. A warm breeze drifted in from the open doors, brushing over her exposed breasts and making them tingle.
The scraps of fabric were removed from her arms and tossed aside unceremoniously. “Hold on to me, baby,” Brock whispered against the side of her neck while his hands stroked her stomach.
Stretching her arms over her head, Moira reached back, looping them around Brock’s neck and clasping her fingers together. His hands continued to map her body, petting and groping until she burned with need.
Another set of hands settled lightly on her hips, and Koba’s long, dripping cock pressed against her stomach, slicking her skin with pre-cum. His head dipped forward as though to kiss her, but when she tried to capture his mouth, he pulled away with a roguish smirk.
Again and again, he leaned in and pulled away, teasing her until she thought she’d go mad. Still, he continued his game until her head was turned to the side. When she thought she’d finally win her prize, Brock intercepted the kiss, holding her chin in one hand and ravishing her while Koba lapped at one upturned nipple, bathing it with his tongue.
Sucking the flesh into his mouth, he gripped the hard nub between his teeth with gentle pressure and flicked the tip of his tongue over it. Then he lavished the same attention to her other breast until Moira’s cunt was aching, drenched, and practically begging for attention.
“Don’t move,” Brock ordered. Then he kissed her once more and backed away.
Her legs could barely hold her up, let alone support movement. Where did he think she was going?
Koba laved a trail of wet, open-mouth kisses down the center of her belly, and his hands grasped the waistband of her cotton shorts, tugging insistently until they fell down her legs to pool around her ankles. “Oh, hell, kitten.” A jagged moan tore from his parted lips, and his tongue darted out to tease her slit, sliding along her smooth, bare folds, but never entering.
As far as compliments went, it was a pretty damn good one in her book.
Then Koba began the trek in reverse, licking, kissing, and nibbling up her body. His large, work-roughed hands glided up the back of her thighs to the curve of her bottom, gripping the rounded globes and lifting Moira off her feet.
Her knees clamped around his waist, holding tight as she grasped his hair in both hands, demanding a proper kiss after all the teasing. Gods above, she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t get close enough. Koba’s tongue stroked inside her mouth in a rhythm that promised sinful things to come, and Moira willingly surrendered, eager in a way she hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Maybe it was too fa
st, too soon, but who cared? Her entire life, she’d lived by a strict code, keeping to a rigid plan so as not to endanger those around her. It was draining, and for once, she wanted to be reckless, spontaneous, and forget all of her responsibilities for just a few moments.
The beast that lurked deep within battered against her, recognizing Brock and Koba as her mates and demanding she seal the unbreakable bond between them. It was written in the stars, fated from birth, and the one thing she couldn’t control.
She was theirs and they were hers. What was the worst that could happen?
Moira went reluctantly when Koba pried her from his chest and lowered her to the ground. Instead of the packed dirt of the barn floor, however, her feet landed on a black sleeping bag, unzipped and spread open. One of Brock’s team members was not going to be happy.
Brock leaned back against one of the floor-to-ceiling posts with his legs spread wide and his enormous cock in hand. The muscles in his arms, chest, and abs rippled beneath his sun-bronzed skin as he stroked the turgid length in slow, controlled glides from base to crown.
Sitting up a little straighter, he held his hand out in offering. Once she placed their palms together, Brock grabbed her wrist and tugged her into his lap. Moira’s back pressed against his dewy chest, and her head fell back to his shoulder as Brock settled against the post once again.
“Look up, Mo.” He spread her legs, placing them on the outside of his thighs as he waited for her compliance. “See that rope?”
A frayed length of rope hung from a nail above their heads. “Yes.”
“Reach up and take it.”
Her heart thundered wildly against her sternum as she lifted her arms above her head and wrapped her fingers around the rope where it looped at the end.
“Now don’t let go.” Brock bent his knees slightly, spreading her thighs wider and locking her in place.
It was easier said than done when his hands groped her breasts, kneading the flesh and tugging at her sensitive nipples. Moist lips journeyed along the curve of her throat, ending at the shallow indention behind her ear. Abandoning her hard and swollen nipples, Brock gripped the inside of her left thigh with one hand and dipped between the parted folds of her soaking pussy with the other.
“Ah, fuck, baby.” His breathing accelerated, and his cock flexed, rising up to brush against the crease of her ass.
Two fingers stroked her from perineum to clit until they were coated in her slick juices. Each brush over her throbbing clitoris made her body jerk and her head spin as she struggled to draw in air to her aching lungs.
“Watch,” Brock murmured in her ear before nipping at the lobe.
Like a predator stalking his prey, Koba crawled toward them, his eyes full of heat and passion as he watched Brock press his fingers over her clit and rub in tight, fast circles that nearly sent her careening over the edge. Her orgasm raced toward her, speeding like a runaway locomotive, and Moira was helpless to stop it.
Just before she could take the leap, though, Brock’s hands vanished from between her legs, only to reappear once more at her breasts. Groaning in a combination of need and frustration, she grasped the rope in a white-knuckled grip and arched her back, rubbing against her mate like a cat in heat.
Firm lips wrapped around her clit and sucked, causing her to cry out and shudder violently. Koba didn’t stop there, though. His tongue darted out, flicking against the hard nub until she didn’t think her pulse would ever return to normal. Brock continued to touch and grope every inch of flesh he could reach while Koba moaned and lapped at her dripping cunt, his long, silky hair tickling the insides of her thighs.
Forcing her eyelids open, she peered down at Koba just in time to see him wrap his glistening lips around the tip of Brock’s dick where it jutted out beneath her body. A tidal wave of indescribable ecstasy slammed into her at the sight, and a long, strangled moan bubbled up through her parted lips.
Then Koba’s talented mouth was on her again, sucking at her pink folds like a starving man. When Brock insinuated a hand between their thighs so he could push two fingers into her aching pussy, it was too much for her to fight. Her inner walls gripped his digits like a vise as her climax slammed into her, rocking her body and tilting the world on its axis.
Koba nibbled along the inside of her thigh, sucking the flesh into his mouth and marking it. “Are you ready for more, kitten?”
In answer, Moira released the rope with one hand, grabbed the back of his head, and forced it back between her splayed thighs. Brock chuckled quietly, placing a light kiss on the side of her neck. “That’s my girl.”
His thick fingers pumped into her opening and pulled out to skim along her crease and circle the fluttering muscles of her back entrance. Over and over, he used her own juices to slick her back door, making certain of an easy, slippery glide before pushing in slowly with one finger.
“Breathe, baby. Just relax and breathe,” Brock coaxed as he sawed in and out of her hole, stretching her gently.
With Koba’s mouth alternating between her nipples and his fingers rubbing relentlessly at her swollen clitoris, Moira was so swamped in pleasure that she barely felt the burn, though. A second finger was added, and after a few moments, a third. The pressure was intense, but not unbearably so, especially when Koba changed tactics, slipping two fingers into her eager cunt.
“Please!” she begged in a voice she was sure had never escaped her lips before.
The short clicking sound drew her attention, and her eyes snapped open to investigate. Where Koba had found the small bottle of clear lube, she didn’t know, but she was very interested to see what he would do with it. Pouring a generous amount into his palm, he tossed the plastic tube aside and reached beneath her to coat Brock’s rock-hard dick.
Brock reclined a bit more and lifted her from his lap by her hips. He didn’t let her go far, though. “Deep breath, Mo. Just tell me if I need to stop.”
Moira nodded firmly, wanting to feel both of her men inside her more than she wanted her next labored breath. When the spongy crown nudged against her back entrance, she sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing every muscle in her body to relax.
Inch by torturous inch, Brock lowered her over his impressive length until her ass cheeks nestled firmly against his groin. “Fuck, I’m not going to last.” He held her snuggly against his chest, groaning raggedly against the back of her head.
Knowing she’d elicited such a response from her mate made her smile, but she really needed him to move. Moira teetered on the edge of another mind-numbing orgasm, needing only a slight push to send her tumbling over the edge and into bliss.
Fitting himself between her thighs, Koba held his own erect shaft poised at her gleaming pussy and watched her carefully. “I won’t take what you aren’t willing to give, Moira.”
“You’re mine, Koba, mine and Brock’s, just like we belong to you. This is right.” She felt the truth of it wrap around her heart and burrow into her soul.
Koba palmed the side of her neck, his other hand gripping Brock’s lean waist, and surged forward, filling her depths with his thick length. Moira moaned in wanton delight, wanting to be nowhere else on earth than right where she was, sandwiched between her hard-bodied mates.
It took a couple of starts and stops, but eventually the two men found a rhythm, pounding into her body with each forceful snap of their hips. Moira clung to Koba, panting against the side of his neck as she clawed at his back. If he minded, he didn’t show it. If anything, it seemed to spur him on as he drove deeper into her convulsing pussy.
Brock grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back on her shoulders as he thrust up into her ass and smacked the side of her thigh. “Who do you belong to, Moira?”
“Say it,” Koba demanded when she didn’t respond. “Tell me who you belong to, kitten.”
Moira couldn’t speak, though. Two shadowy figures had emerged just beyond the barn door, watching them in the waning light. She couldn’t see them clear
ly, but she felt sure one of them was her beta, Rip.
Her brain screamed that she should be mortified at being watched, but her body erupted into a firestorm of heightened arousal. It was so naughty, so utterly taboo, and her belly clenched as her second release took her captive. “You, both of you,” she whispered before crying out to the rafters.
“Mine,” Brock growled, pushing up and sinking sharp canines into her shoulder.
“Ours,” Koba amended right before his eyes shifted to their lupine equivalent, and his own fangs pierced the side of her neck.
There was no pain, no discomfort, only an erotic pleasure so unimaginable that Moira gasped and shuddered through yet another orgasm. Power flowed through her, the long-dormant beast gnashing its teeth and screaming in victory.
Pointed fangs burst through her gums, the room came into sharper focus, and scents she’d never smelled before assaulted her. Acting on instinct, she bit into the salty flesh on Koba’s shoulder, groaning at the sweet taste of his blood.
Satisfied that her mark would last for all to see, she extracted her canines and whipped her head around, striking at Brock’s neck and claiming him as well. Her mates growled and groaned, bucking against her in jerky movements until fiery wetness filled her depths to overflowing.
“That’s my bedroll, you asshole!” Moira recognized the voice of Casey Marsh. He didn’t sound angry—maybe a little breathless and tortured, but definitely not angry.
The other man spun on his heels and stomped out of the barn, driving his fist into the wood of the door as he went, confirming Moira’s suspicion that the figure was Rip. “Oh, god,” she moaned miserably.
“Stop,” Brock chastised. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I know.” That wasn’t the problem at all. “An unstable, pissed-off wolf is the last thing we need right now, though.”
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