“You’re late,” I said seductively, looking him up and down. “I hope you don’t mind that I started without you.”
A sly grin spread across Aiden’s face. “I’m sure I can find something to satisfy me.”
He lunged forward, but I was quicker and threw him against the wall of the stall.
I wanted it rough.
I reached down and grabbed his bulge. “I see you came ready to play.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Not at all.” I pulled his hair and pressed my lips against his, catching his bottom lip between my teeth and biting down.
I felt his grip on me tighten as he registered the pain. He responded in kind by biting into my neck. I let out a moan and yanked his head back.
Now he was the one who threw me up against the wall, the whole structure shuddering with the impact of my body, but I didn’t mind.
Right now, pleasure and pain were all the same to me.
“Lose the shirt,” I ordered, and as Aiden pulled it over his head, I dropped down to my knees and unbuckled his belt.
I could already see his erection straining against his pants, waiting for me to set it free.
He pulled my head back by my hair as I shoved down his slacks and briefs. I gripped him by the base and put his tip against my lips. Aiden’s breath caught, and I felt him stiffen even more in my hand.
I teased him with my tongue, running it along his shaft, taking delight in how his face strained under the torture.
Then I took all of him into my mouth, sliding my lips back and forth while stroking with my hand.
“Oh, fuck, Sienna. Just like that.”
I always liked when he gave me positive feedback, but I wasn’t going to let him finish. I still needed him for other activities.
I rose to my feet and licked his face, and he growled and pushed me back into the stall.
He lifted me up onto the handrail and slid his hand between my legs, and I propped one foot against the toilet seat as he buried his fingers deep inside me. I let out a gasp as he started to rock them in and out.
“Harder,” I whispered into his ear.
I was getting so wet I could barely feel his fingers sliding inside me.
Aiden picked up the tempo, pressing his fingers firmly against the walls of my sex as his whole arm rocked back and forth.
Every time his palm slammed against my clit I let out a shriek of delight.
I grabbed his throat.
He didn’t flinch.
I squeezed harder.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he ground out.
Incensed by Aiden’s challenge and crazed by having to deny my haze all day, I pushed his fingers out of me and threw him down onto the toilet lid.
I tossed my leg over his lap so I was straddling him and grabbed on to the handrails that lined the stall. I started to rock my hips, grinding my wet sex against his shaft.
The whole stall started to shake, and I was certain the toilet would rip right off the wall.
He grabbed his cock and pushed inside as I rode him, and it felt amazing, like he’d never been this deep before. My muscles tightened as I felt myself getting closer to coming.
Aiden’s fingers dug into my hips, and I knew he wasn’t far off either.
The pressure continued to build inside me, boiling up through my body.
My heart raced, and I felt my skin start to tingle.
I rode him even harder, throwing all my weight against him in a mindless fury.
“Aiden, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
The orgasm tore through me like a lightning bolt.
My arms turned to jelly, and I collapsed onto my mate, who pulled out with a grunt, shooting his warm seed across my thigh.
We both were panting, sweat dripping off our exhausted bodies.
Aiden pressed his soft lips against mine, and I held his kiss, not wanting it to end. When I finally pulled back, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and grinned.
“We should probably get back to work.”
“Of course,” I replied, sliding off him. “I wouldn’t want to deprive the pack of their alpha.”
“I won’t be home until late tonight. I’m running patrol with Josh.”
“I’ll see you later, then.” I planted one last kiss on his cheek and pulled down my dress, then I glanced in the mirror and laughed.
I ~definitely~ needed to clean up before I went back to my office.
My paws slapped across the muddy ground as I weaved in and out of the dense forest.
I loved the feeling of the wind blowing through my fur.
The feeling of my senses at their most heightened.
The thrill of the hunt.
I always got a rush from going on patrol with my beta, but even more so when it involved a chase—and tonight, we had no fucking idea what we were chasing.
~“Josh, are you seeing any tracks?”~ I asked, communicating through our mind-link.
~“None,”~ he replied, shooting out of a nearby bush and joining me in pursuit. ~“I don’t think this thing is on foot—if it even has feet.”~
~“I’m scenting someone directly ahead. There’s more than one scent,”~ I said, sniffing the air. ~“One is definitely a werewolf. But the other…”~
In the past year, I’d become aware of the existence of other creatures, something previously only known to the Millennium Wolves, and with what Raphael had told me about how dangerous some of them could be…
I was ready for anything.
We plowed ahead toward a clearing. ~“We’re almost th—”~
Without warning, an intense burst of light illuminated the entire forest, completely blinding us. It was as though the sun had dropped right on top of us.
I lost my footing and smacked into a tree, sending myself rolling through the dirt. I heard Josh howling; he must’ve done the same.
~“What the fuck was that? Josh, keep howling so I can find you!”~
The flash was gone in an instant, but my vision took longer to adjust.
Once my eyes were finally working again, I saw Josh lying in the dirt, naked. I shifted into human form as well and helped him to his feet.
“You okay, bud?”
“Just a few scrapes.” He grinned. “Guess we need to inform someone that this is a no-flash-photography zone.”
“Keep your senses alert. We could be under attack,” I growled as I started to shift back to wolf again.
“Aiden, wait!” Josh whisper-shouted, his eyes going wide. “Behind you.”
I turned around to see what Josh was looking at.
A woman.
Lying in the clearing alone, badly wounded and barely clinging to life.
For the most part, I’d gotten past any discomfort at seeing my two ex-boyfriends together.
But when they burst through the door to my office completely naked, carrying an equally naked woman, well, that was a new level of uncomfortable for me.
“Good! You’re still here,” Aiden said, laying the bruised and bloody woman across my desk. She wasn’t moving. “We need your help.”
“What the hell is going on?” I blurted out.
“No time to explain,” Josh said. “She’s badly injured. She won’t make it if you don’t do something right now.”
He was right. This was no time for explanations. I jumped into action and placed my hands above her heart, transferring some of my energy to her.
At least there was a heartbeat.
Whoever had attacked her like this must’ve been a true monster.
As I looked her over for more injuries, I noticed that despite the woman’s wild appearance she was strikingly beautiful.
I pulled open her eyelids to check her pupils and gasped in surprise. “Oh, she’s—”
“What is it?” Aiden demanded.
“She’s an omega wolf.”
~A rogue.~
~A wolf without a pack.~
***
When I finished laying sage leaves around the omega wolf, I placed a quartz crystal at the base of her feet.
My mother had taught me this ritual when I was just a child. She said if I ever found myself lost or alone, this would guide me back to safety.
I didn’t know if her ritual applied to this situation, but I’d tried everything else I could think of in the past twenty-four hours, and nothing had worked.
This omega wolf was very much alone, and I was trying to bring her back to consciousness, so maybe this would do the trick. Or maybe I’d just end up looking foolish.
Werewolves healed fast, but this one had taken a real beating. I couldn’t imagine what had done this to her, but Aiden and Josh would be expecting answers from me, and right now, all I had were questions.
“Who are you?” I said, voicing my thoughts aloud. “I can’t just keep calling you ‘the omega wolf,’ now can I? I bet you have a beautiful name.”
This mysterious woman entranced me. I wondered what she would sound like if she could talk.
How she ran in wolf form.
What her favorite meal was.
Her favorite flower.
God, what was ~wrong~ with me? Maybe I needed to go see a healer myself.
I began packing up my things. It was time to call it a night, although ~morning~ might be more accurate. It was definitely past midnight, and I was beginning to sound delirious.
“If I keep talking to unconscious patients, I might get my healer status revoked,” I said to no one in particular.
“Well, that would suck,” a husky voice answered.
“Who would keep me company?”