Omegas what?
“Sir, Toby prepared her just as you ordered.” Kieran wrapped a towel around his waist, and came to stand between them. Eyeing the dripping woman holding tight to her middle he said, “Take a trip to the pen and leave them to it. Take out your rut on the girls, not our pack brother. Rosie is real keen on making up with you. Let her try.”
Pushing his weight from the door frame, Caspian stalked forward, right up into Toby’s equally snarling face. “She better not be damaged when I get back.”
No. No. No. No. No. No. Caspian could not leave her alone with this guy. Kieran was intimidating for sure, but if things got out of hand, as he had so kindly hinted they would, she needed a male of Caspian’s power and repute to keep her from what might be a terrible death.
“It’s okay.” Toby rounded on her, finding Wren falling into a panic. “It’s okay, sunshine. He’s in the rut. He doesn’t want to share. That’s all it is. I could list off scary shit he’s done too; same with Kieran. You enjoyed accepting both of them. You’ll enjoy being with me too.”
She had not enjoyed Kieran, and she had been reduced to a mindless slavering animal when Caspian had played his games.
Slipping around Toby before he could get a good grip on wet flesh, Wren made a grab for Caspian’s hand.
Eyes wide with meaning, chest rising and falling and rattling out a broken purr to entice, Wren held on and dug in her feet.
Stay.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Laying her ear atop the red stain on his chest, she enticed the only way that she could. It wasn’t even worth feeling disgrace in this act. She knew exactly how degrading this was.
Lacing her fingers with his, feeling his disinterest in holding her hand, Wren gently tried to lead him from the room. He did follow, but not in good spirits. He followed, vibrating with warning her that imminent punishment would be had for this. Still, she got him to his chair, and urged him to sit.
Hands to his chest, she leveled the snarling male with a look that said, please stay. She pet him in the way she’d come to learn he enjoyed, ignoring the sound of breaking things and roaring from the bathroom.
“It was MY TURN!”
“Calm down, Toby. I’ll drag her back in here and hold her down for you if I have to.”
Patting Caspian’s chest, urging him to stay just so, Wren took a deep breath. On the exhale, she left the First-Alpha and walked back to the bathroom to find Toby attacking anything he could get his hands on.
Shelves had been ripped off the walls, sundry items crushed. Chaos abounded.
He looked every bit as insane as she’d suspected he was, and it was adrenaline alone that kept her moving forward. When he side-eyed her, snorting like a raging bull, she forced a shy smile and held out her hand.
Chapter 10
A hair’s breadth away from breathing fire, Toby stalked through his carnage—one eye dilated fully, the other stuck and somewhat twitching. He snorted, muscles in his neck jumping while the male rattled like a pissed-off snake.
The female dared return.
Slight, her teeth knocking together. Pretty lips shaped into a smile.
A lie.
It reeked of fear. They always reeked of fear.
Her little, bare feet padded over broken bits of jagged-edged debris until the soft tinge of Omega blood seasoned the air just enough for his nostrils to twitch.
She’d hurt herself to come to him.
Good.
Let her get on her knees and beg after blatant rejection, and maybe she’d live through the night.
But she didn’t genuflect. Instead the pale, colorless thing put her hands to his chest as if they were intimate, and pressed the cold tip of her nose to his heart. Her loud, nasal inhale left a brain frazzled twinge popping cells in his skull.
Toby stilled… abnormally so.
Not even breath stretched his ribs. The I’m-going-to-pulverize-every-bone-in-your-pelvis growl caught mid vibration, when the pretty thing placed an ear to his chest.
The world grew so silent, Toby was sure his beating heart had gone stagnant.
This was death, right there in the form of an albino beauty. One who had given him the basics of her language only this morning. Him. No one else.
She…
She smelled divine.
That first deep breath, groaning into her hair, Toby clawed at her flank and snapped her flush to his body. Reciprocating, the Omega nosed his neck as she should have at first blush, stroking him with the flutter of an unsure female purr.
Soft fingers sought out the shape of him, tracing over the ridges of muscle that flexed in his arms. She reached higher still to massage the shell of his ears between gentle forefinger and thumb.
No one had ever touched him there, in that way, before. And it felt… wonderful.