Vadriq's head tipped back as he groaned, keeping his fingers out of my hair. A good dragon deserved a reward. I swallowed him down, closed my eyes, and savored his taste.
As Eskal pounded me flat against the floor, hissing against my ear, then biting the lobe. He didn't dare try to pierce the skin, but it was an obvious plea for attention. I put a hand on his chest and pushed him back, though I wasn't as rough with him as I had been with Nariti. He could take that sort of punishment.
Eskal couldn't. Underneath his big, tough attitude was a softer dragon; he was all bravado and no follow through.
And I was the exact opposite. He wasn't prepared for a woman like me. He didn't understand what it meant to be put in his place. As I felt the coils throb within me, knowing that he was about to reach his climax, I pulled my mouth off of Vadriq long enough to snap at him. "You haven't earned that yet."
He stopped mid-thrust and blinked at me, then shivered and slid out of me. Iyadre crept between us and buried his tongue in me instead, hope in his eyes. Perhaps he was being good enough to replace Eskal later.
Eskal came to me on all fours, curiosity in his gaze. I wrapped my hand around his still-throbbing cock and began to stroke him, even as I turned my attention back to Vadriq.
Something outside crunched. Headlights poured into our cavern. And everything got a hell of a lot more interesting.
Chapter 17
Eskal
By all rights, I should have tied with her the moment she showed rebellion. Yet, I couldn't do that and live with myself. I needed her, wanted her, desired to slam her through the floor as I mated with her over and over again, slacking a thirst I hadn't known I'd had in so long I-
I needed Olivia Monx.
And the thought made me tremble against her as I came ever closer to reaching that wonderful peak of-
Headlights.
Headlights?
Bleary-eyed, I frowned at the vehicle that had somehow found its way up our mountainside. How? The trails from the road were taken care of by fallen trees, washed out paths, and the such. Had we missed one? I pulled away from Olivia, hating that I had to, and walked to the front of the cavern ready to murder whoever had interrupted us.
I would have known that goddamned Hummer anywhere.
How had they found us? I growled as I approached them, her scent all over me, her sex dripping from my groin. There was a whelp and a mate in that cavern and I would kill every worthless wolf that came after us if I had to.
"We aren't here for trouble," Sadie called, sliding out of the passenger seat. "Are you all okay? You've been running from the cops all day. Everyone's freaked out."
My ire dissolved at the sight of the omega wolf. Nudity wasn't an issue so much as it was with the humans. She didn't care if I wore a thousand-dollar suit or nothing at all. When shifting often ruins the clothing the humans hold so dear, you become used to sliding in and out of it, seeing your fellow shifters in their skin. Even mating loses its taboo quality when one becomes a part of the community.
Though, Olivia wasn't quite there yet. She followed me down, wrapped in a blanket. Her hair was a mess, kinking with the humidity of the night. I snaked my arm around her and pulled her to me, then I groomed her hair back into place, one strand at a time, watching her for approval.
And when she smiled at me, the rest of the world went away.
I'd certainly not meant to fall in love with the girl, but how could I resist that smile? And when had it happened? I'd taken a single look at her and known; wanted her, needed to know that she felt the same way. Yet, it was madness. It was... irresponsible. But it felt so right.
"Don't kiss up to them," Hudson scowled, finally turning off the blinding headlights. "What are you doing? Were you guys under some kind of threat, or did you bulldoze a police station for the hell of it?"
My wingmates joined me at my back and I considered the younger alpha. If need be, I could break him and send his omega home in tears. At one point, the wolves had respected me. That ship had appeared to have sailed. "We were in danger. There are relaxation of restrictions in cases like ours where we must save part of our people and-"
"Who? Her?" Hudson asked, pointing at Olivia. "She hasn't been cleared by the rest of the community to be part of your wing. You haven't even asked about it under a Meet guideline, like you're supposed to. Like my whole pack was on trial for the accident with Sadie."
I paused, ignoring the fact that he’d called us a wing instead of a flight; stupid mongrel. Whatever I said next would hold long-term implications for the potential changes under the guidelines of the Supernatural Secrecy Pact, the single item that kept the world from knowing what we were and what we could do. My flight had shattered every known rule of the Pact and, to be crude, more or less wiped our asses with
