C4

CASTEL MOONVALE

"Still sleeping like a pup who chased too many rabbits last night."

I slip out from under Cedric's arm, his warmth clinging to my skin like morning mist. He mumbles something about the moon and rolls over, dead to the world. The silver light filters through the enchanted window coverings as I pad toward the moonstone bath room.

Our towels hang where we left them after last night's ritual. We cleansed each other under the sacred waters, traced every scar and muscle with reverent fingers, dried each other's fur-free skin, and collapsed into his nest where we howled our secrets into the darkness. He couldn't believe I'd never shared a den with anyone before. Not until him. I gave him everything—my past, my fears, my wildest dreams. He swore to guide me through all the mysteries of pack bonding.

He told me about his failed mating, his cub, his den growing up, his youthful ambitions, and his vision for our future. We finally surrendered to sleep tangled together, exhausted and overflowing with joy.

After I relieve myself, I wet a cloth and clean my skin. Then I return to the sleeping chamber where my magnificent alpha still rests. I watch his chest rise and fall, my heart howling with love. I still can't believe I'm here, now, with this powerful, tender wolf.

For the first time, I notice the bloodline memory shelf across the chamber. There's a framed image of Kieran at his rite of passage. He holds his crescent blade and wears a triumphant grin. It was a proud day, he made his father proud. But now his father is MY alpha. Mine.

I stare at Kieran's smug expression. I'd love to tear it off his face.

"Morning, little wolf." His deep voice rumbles behind me. "You look like a moonbeam."

"Morning yourself, big alpha." I feel the heat creep up my neck.

"Come back to the nest, beautiful." He pats the furs. "It's moon-rest day after all."

I crawl back and curl into his strong embrace. He nuzzles the back of my neck and grips my flank.

"You smell like the wild hunt," he murmurs against my skin. "I could devour you."

"Ohhh, that sounds like a perfect way to greet the sun. It's one of my deepest cravings."

"I can deny you nothing, my omega." His breath tickles my ear before he throws the pelts off us. He rolls me onto my belly, rises on his knees, and digs his claws gently into my shoulders.

"Mmm, that feels incredible, alpha."

With one hand gripping my flank, he trails kisses down my spine to the base. He squeezes my cheeks and drags his tongue into the crease between them. My breathing quickens, each exhale carrying a quiet whimper.

I've had countless nights alone in my den, fantasizing about a wolf's mouth on me. And now it's finally happening!

CEDRIC NIGHTFANG

Every breath fills me with Castel. The scent of his skin and the heat of his smooth flesh drive me wild. My shaft is stone hard, even after that explosive joining last night. I feel like a young pup again.

That intoxicating madness is back, I'm drunk on him, and I want to feel this forever. But most important, I want to take him on a journey he'll never forget.

I'm going to make him howl so good, so hard, it'll be legendary.

I kiss my way over his firm cheeks down to the backs of his thighs. I move from one leg to the other, kissing, licking, tasting, inhaling. I'm desperate to claim every part of him.

His little whimpers do something primal to me, and I realize I'm growling too. I spread his legs, dip my head between them, and with my chest on his flank, kiss the inside of his thigh. I take a deep breath and the scent of his sweet entrance makes my eyes roll back—it's sacred nectar. I'm so eager to taste him, I can't wait! I push my face toward the source and slip my tongue into his warm tight hole.

"Oh!" he cries out, "Fuck yes, alpha! Moon goddess!"

I lap up his sweetness, hungrier than I've ever been. This wolf does it for me like no other. I didn't even know it was possible for me to feel this way.

"Turn over," I snarl the command, and when he does I position myself between those legs. I wrap my arms around his thighs, lick the place where his leg meets his body, and trace my tongue around to the other side. His swollen sack is like a ripe fruit and I'm a starving beast, eager to taste every drop.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he whimpers as I slip my tongue between his cheeks and luxuriously lick that smooth skin. I touch his peak with delicacy, flicking my tongue over it just so. I add a finger to his entrance, and gently rub. I keep flicking my tongue like a hummingbird flaps its wings.

"Yes!" he gasps, and he thrusts his claws into my mane and grips it tightly. I grind my shaft against the furs, gyrating as I lick, suck, and finger, reveling in his moans of pleasure.

This is what the hunt is all about.

CASTEL MOONVALE

Cedric knows exactly what I need. Every movement of his tongue, his lips, his claws, are perfect. Each lick takes me higher, to a new place. I've never felt this way alone in my den, that's for sure.

I turn my head, and there, on the shelf, is the image of Kieran with his smug grin. It's like he's watching.

Good. Let him watch. Let him see how a true alpha treats his omega. I wish he could really be here, sitting in the corner quietly while his father shows him why he is MY alpha. That would wipe that smugness from his face. That would make him realize how badly he blew it with me—the fool!

"Oh!" I moan, because Cedric pushed his claw deep into me. He rubs a spot, an extra sensitive spot, and my back arches. So much pleasure! It's almost unbearable!

My heart pounds in my chest and my breath is so heavy. Cedric makes me feel so good. I look back at Kieran.

Watch close! How do you like that, fool? Are you learning anything? Cedric knows how to treat an omega!

Cedric's growls grow louder, and I twist his mane harder. I can tell he is enjoying this as much as I am. And that makes it even better.

He sucks my peak and flicks his tongue over it so fast, it sends bolts of lightning through my entire body. My legs begin to shake and my body is so hot. My back arches again and I am cumming!

"Oh! Fuck! Yeah! Alpha!" I yell as my body begins to spasm. Waves course my being and Cedric holds on tight, still flicking my peak. My yell becomes a guttural howl, and my lungs are empty. I twist his mane harder, but he doesn't care. He keeps working his mouth and another climax hits, like a tidal wave upon a tidal wave!

That's right Kieran. If you treat an omega well, you can do this too.