CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SOFIA

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I was addicted to the taste of my omega. And Greek was definitely that. Mine . I couldn’t stop the primal need to claim him from taking hold of me. I was a beta, for crying out loud. Yet, I wanted to bite his throat and leave a necklace of my claim marks across his pale skin. But I was a beta, for crying out loud.

Claiming him was impossible. Even if I bit him, the mark wouldn’t stay. It would heal. It would disappear. I could never claim him, not in the traditional sense. But I still planned to claim him in my own way. I stared up at him, the taste of his slick on my tongue, on my skin, in my stomach.

“Will you,” I started, then paused.

Where was this sudden shyness coming from? I’d just sucked him off, swallowing his slick and cum like it was Christmas dinner. I shoved that shyness aside, not wanting it to get in the way of what I wanted, what I craved.

“Will you kiss me?” I asked, desperately wanting to feel his mouth on mine.

He didn’t answer – not with words. He just leaned closer, towering over me and making me feel tiny in his presence. I squeed on the inside as he lowered his head. Being the impatient beta that I was, I came up on my tiptoes, meeting him halfway.

Our lips met in the softest caress. His lips were like the perfect pillows, not too soft but not hard at all. Just... perfect. That was the only word that came to mind. Perfect . They moved against mine, soft and insistent. My lips parted, and his tongue slid inside, rubbing against mine, tasting me, tasting himself on me.

This omega was sweet everywhere, and I was seriously becoming addicted to every part of him. His hands moved around my body. I shivered, leaning even closer to him, my breasts pressing against him, unable to hide just how hard he had my nipples.

When he pulled away from the kiss, a low growl escaped me. Again, I was a beta for crying out loud. What was with me and all this growling? All I knew was that I didn’t want to stop kissing Greek. He chuckled as he stared down at me.

“I don’t want to stop kissing you either,” he told me, making me realize I’d growled those words instead of thinking them to myself.

I felt the blush in my cheeks.

“I pulled back because the water is growing cold,” he told me. “And I don’t want you to catch a chill.”

Was the water cold? Then why did I feel so hot? Greek pushed wet strands of hair away from my cheek as his eyes peered into mine. My gaze roamed over his face, taking in all the details that made up my omega. Greek had been gifted with a beauty that should’ve been reserved for the gods.

His hair had looked pale blonde when dry. Now that it was wet, it was like spun silver, long and flowing in soft, silky waves that cascaded past his shoulders. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones gave him a sculpted, almost angelic appearance, but there was a hint of fire in his eyes that let me know he could also be a little devilish when needed.

His lips were full and always slightly parted, as though he was on the verge of saying something important yet holding back. He resembled the ice prince from my favorite fairy tale. I wanted to be his princess. But with my personality, I’d be more like the wicked witch who kidnaps the ice prince. Maybe in our story, the witch and the prince could become lovers instead of enemies.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, holding me close.

“You,” I admitted, eliciting a purr from him.

“Thank you, Little Fox,” he whispered, voice deep, sounding more sure of himself than he’d been before the shower.

“For what? Oh, I know. For the amazing head?” I teased.

His eyes widened a second before he burst out laughing, the sound wrapping around my heart and holding it hostage. He could keep it. I didn’t need my heart. He could have it. If he wanted, he could split it with Demon because I was pretty sure I was also keeping the rogue alpha. I was a greedy wench, their sly fox, the wicked witch who refused to let either of them go.

“Thank you for that, too,” Greek purred, trailing his thumb over my lips, making my core clench, wanting him to touch a different pair of lips. “But thank you for talking me through my fear. For being patient with me. For... For being you.”

“You’re welcome,” I whispered, trying not to get lost in his stormy eyes.

His gaze drifted lower to our naked bodies. “We need to shower again quickly. We’re both a little slicky right now.”

“Slicky?” I nearly snorted with laughter. “That’s the cutest word ever. But seriously, you can get me slicky whenever you want. I’m willing to wear your slick like a perfume. I love the way you smell.”

I watched his eyes widen and his nose flare. I held in my smile. This beautiful omega would soon get used to the fact that I often spoke before I thought my words through. And I had a filthy mouth once I was comfortable around the people I was with. Greek licked his lips, and I knew if we didn’t shower quickly, we never would.

“Shower first, slick later,” I told him, prompting him to laugh again.

Damn, that sound was just as addictive as his taste. I think this kidnapping was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. To him, too. Demon also. Fate had an interesting way of bringing people together.

I couldn’t complain. I was just happy that I was here with them. Greek released me, and we showered quickly. Once we were done, we turned the shower knob to off and left the stall. I dried off quickly, then helped Greek dry off, careful to avoid his bandages.

“I’ll change these for you later,” I told him.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

He grabbed a clean towel and began drying my hair. I stared up at him.

“You’re the first guy to ever towel dry my hair,” I confessed.

“Other than my mother, you’re the first woman to ever make me want to be alive.”

Oh. Wow. Wait. That was... deep. And dark. And scary.

“Greek,” I whispered.

“Don’t mind me,” he said, still drying my red tresses. “I’m just feeling a little emotional.”

Silence followed.

“Thank you,” I finally said.

“For what?”

“For being alive,” I told him.

He paused, gaze dropping to mine.

“Don’t leave me,” I whispered, unexpected tears filling my eyes as I thought of everything he must’ve suffered before Demon found him. “Please, don’t leave me.”

“God is the only one who could take me away from you now that I’ve found you,” Greek told me with a fire in his eyes that I’d never seen before.

I blinked back tears. I hadn’t even cried once I’d realized I was kidnapped and tied up. Yet, I was crying for my omega, hurting for him, hoping for him. He wrapped the towel around my neck and pulled me closer. I tilted my head back to stare up at him.

“Don’t cry for me, Sofia. I’m not worth your tears.”

“You’re worth my everything. Don’t ever talk down about yourself again, or I’ll spank you, Greek. I’m serious.”

The look in his eyes and the scent wafting through the air let me know he was okay with that.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Little Fox.”

Where the hell had this sassy omega come from? I loved it.

“Once you’ve healed, I’m bending you over and spanking you for being sassy, omega. And I may just ask our alpha to help me.”

His scent spiked, growing more potent.

“Is that something you’d be okay with?” I asked, realizing that a spanking may be too much for him, given his past.

“From you and our alpha, I’d be okay with it. The fact that you thought to ask if I’d be okay is what makes me okay with it,” he told me. “Do you think Demon would be okay with... any of this?”

I smiled. “I think so. I also think that together, you and I can be very convincing. Little Rabbit, during the storm, would you like to help me seduce an alpha?” The sneaky look in Greek’s eyes made my mischievous spirit happy.

“Little Fox, I’d love to help you seduce a demon.”

And that was how me and my omega ended up planning to seduce the big bear who’d kidnapped us. We finished drying off. I tossed our dirty towels into the hamper.

“Bear... I mean, Demon said he’d leave us clothes outside the door,” Greek said, heading toward the door, naked, looking like a Greek god.

I shook my head to clear it, then stopped him. “No clothes,” I told him. “Not yet.”

He faced me. “What are you thinking?”

I grabbed another large towel and wrapped it around me, tucking in the edges to keep it from falling open. I tugged it down a little, letting the swell of my breast show. I grabbed another large towel and strode over to Greek, who was eyeing me suspiciously as if I was up to no good. I was always up to no good. He’d get used to it.

I wrapped the towel around his waist, letting it hang low to reveal that sexy V that I wanted to lick. I tucked in the edges, not missing the way his cock twitched underneath the towel, already starting to swell.

I couldn’t resist petting it and saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll get slicky with you again very soon.”

“Sofia,” Greek growled in warning.

I stood straight and gave him my most innocent look, which was still slightly wicked. “I couldn’t resist. He was calling my name. Didn’t you hear him?”

Greek tried to keep that warning look on his face, but he was already cracking.

“What’s that?” I asked, staring down at his cock. “You want to slide into my mouth, you say? Make me choke, you say?”

“Sofiaaaa,” Greek growled.

“Not yet,” I told his cock. “We have to leave the bathroom and get dressed. Don’t worry. I’ll let you slick my mouth again soon, Little Rabbit.”

“ Big Rabbit,” Greek corrected me, moving forward. “ I’m your little rabbit. But there’s nothing little about him .”

That’s right. There was nothing little about his big rabbit. My omega was nothing like how I imagined a male omega to be. He was much taller than expected. And his cock, well, that was a work of art. Long, big, and pretty. I’d never known a cock could be pretty.

Greek tilted my chin up and brought his lips down to mine. His kiss curled my toes and made my pussy purr for more. A storm was coming, and I was ready to come, too. I wanted to rain my juices all over Greek’s cock. And I would. Soon. My omega pulled back to kiss my forehead and then stepped away from me, Big Rabbit tenting his towel.

“If we don’t leave now, I’ll have you against the wall very soon,” he told me.

“Fucking my brains out,” I added. “Sorry. I just wanted to finish that sentence for you.”

“You have a naughty mouth,” Greek observed, smiling.

“And you want to fuck it,” I teased.

He blushed but nodded. He was such a good little omega.

“Soon,” I promised, tightening my towel around me again. “Let’s go get our clothes and let our alpha see us in his towels.”

Greek took a deep breath, starting to look nervous. I didn’t want him to begin overthinking. So I grabbed his hand, my touch easing the crease that had formed between his brows.

“Follow me.”

I led my omega, our omega, from the bathroom, walking slowly because I knew his feet were still bruised and his body was still healing. But he was strong. And I wanted to show him that he was wanted and that he deserved to be cherished. So did our alpha. I’d lived my life being spoiled by family.

My family was closer than close. Praising each other was our thing. Even my grumpy alpha cousins, and I had many, always treated the women in our family like princesses. Sometimes, I’m shocked, despite how messed up the world is, I’m still shocked that not all packs and families are the same.

But this is who I am. Yeah, I’m mischievous and have the tendency to steal when I’m hungry. And yeah, I have a wicked mouth and a savage right hook. But I’m also a family girl. Cozy movie nights with my cousins, making preserves with my aunts, practicing martial arts with my cousins, that’s my jam.

And I wanted to make it theirs also. I wanted them to know what it felt like to be surrounded by warmth and people who would rip themselves limb from limb before they’d let anything happen to you. I could do that for them if they let me. But this was a tricky situation. Yeah, Greek was smiling more, but he still had a lot of healing to do, mentally and physically.

And I didn’t even know Demon’s story yet. But there was a reason he lived out here, by himself, an alpha who looked like a beast but who had the gentlest touch. Then there was the scar on his face and his eyes, which were an unnatural but beautiful blue color. Yeah, there was a story there.

A story he’d tell us when he was ready. I had to make sure I didn’t rush either of these two men. I had the tendency to rush head first once I’d set my mind on something. I would take my time with them.

I would show them how to love and be loved. And they’d teach me how to be patient and less impulsive. Together, I was sure we’d form a strong bond that would be able to weather any storm.