slow us down, so if I work on Narah, maybe she’ll see sense and accept my offer.
But the kiss. That was unexpected, and fuck me but she is delicious. I hate to admit it, but I might be addicted to that small touch. She’s not someone I intended to bring into my already shitty life, but after this mission, anything is possible with her. Sure, there’s the complication of her sisters, but that’s a problem for later.
For now, I bathe in her scent, her sweetness on my tongue, her softness still marked on my hands where I held her. Her body was so responsive to mine, while her cheeks burned with shame, as it was clear she couldn’t control herself. Seeing her that way only makes me want her more.
The crunch of foliage has me cracking open an eye to see her sneaking back into camp. She gives me a fleeting look before quickly lowering her head. But my mind is already racing as I eye her chest breathing faster, her breasts pushing against her tight top, straining against the fabric. To pause my mind now would be impossible. All I can picture is me ripping the material off, freeing her breasts. How I’d take her hardened nipples into my mouth and slip two fingers into her pussy.
My cock twitches. Fuck. I’m going to strangle myself if I don’t jerk off.
I turn on my side, thinking of the dead on the battleground instead, the many I’ve slain, the blood spilled. But tonight, that imagery does fuck-all to put out the flames.
The memory of my family comes to mind so easily that I hate them for it. The time when they gave me away to the enemy pack without a second thought to achieve peace between two warring clans. Ragnar’s sister went to my family pack. Fair exchange, everyone agreed… everyone but us. Assholes, the lot of them. If there is something to fuck up your life, it’s your family selling you off. That shit twists inside me like barbed wire, ripping me to shreds every time I remember how I have no real family anymore.
Coldness swims through me at the painful memories.
Yeah, that does the trick, and now my veins are back to their normal raging, furious selves.
Narah settles down across the fire from me, and I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath, and am reminded that what I felt in the woods with her had been a ravenous desire. Nothing else.
Omegas are made for Alphas. They’re drawn together by irresistible urges, and I shouldn’t fool myself to think she’ll want anything beyond that. But that doesn’t change the fact that I may just keep her anyway.
9
Narah
I wake to the delicious smell of coffee, and for those few moments, I’m back in the family hut in the Storm Wolves pack. My sisters are trying to wake me while I pull the blanket over my head, desperate for a few extra minutes of sleep before starting my routine of going to collect water from the well and helping the women in the kitchen and with their sewing. We were exhausted with all the things we had to do, even when we were sick, to keep our place in the pack.
But when Ragnar’s deep voice sounds nearby, I’m ripped out of my past and brought back to reality. To where I’m sleeping in the Poisonous Woods along with four Viking Alphas who I know still doubt my abilities. To where I kissed Nikos last night.
Yeah, if I thought living with the Storm Wolves was complicated, I’m starting to think that it was nothing compared to this.
Cranking my head up, my stiff muscles strain from the hard ground, and I open my eyes to a morning light that floods the woods around us. It’s brighter than yesterday, warmer, but murky clouds still hover overhead.
A small pot is sitting near the low fire, the smell of coffee wafting from inside. I figured these men had come prepared with pots and coffee and enough water for the trip. The four of them are farther away, chatting casually by the looks of Ragnar leaning against a tree, Stone standing with hands in his pockets, and Crius talking with his hands animated like he’s telling a grand old tale.
I rub the sleep out of my eyes and crawl over to the pot, grabbing one of the previously used metal cups nearby and filling it with the nutty ambrosia. Sitting back on my heels, I take a