Chapter 27: "The Snowstorm" Part 2

Kyle POV

Cold water helped, not with the pain but with thinking straight. I know where I am and with whom I am. I can't believe he managed to find me before they could... I guess I was also lucky that they started first fighting about who would fuck me, as my heat woke up their dominating instincts. Still, I hope they weren't aware of what they were doing; I really do.

My son doesn't cry anymore, I heard noises and smelt the milk, so I guess my mate's sister is feeding him now.

The door to the bathroom gets open, and Rob enters. He looks at me, his eyes shifting back and forth like crazy as he digs his nails into the door frame. I shiver in fear, but after a moment, Rob is able to get control. He takes a big towel and gently takes me out of the tube. I don't fight him; there is no point; I'm too weak to do anything but whimpering.

He takes me back to the room, and I see Roseanne patting Carson's back to make him burb. Rob sets me on the bed, dries me, dresses me in a pair of boxers, and helps me to lie down.

But to my surprise, he takes off his shirt and pants and settles next to me, wrapping his arms around me.

"What?" I whisper.

"We need as much skin-to-skin contact as possible; you will feel less pain; I promise I won't do anything."

I sigh and don't argue, allowing myself to rest on his bare chest. He is right, though; Skyler is in much less pain now when our mate hugs us.

Roseanne stands up and gives me Carson; I feel such a relief when I can cuddle him again.

"Tell me what happened?" Rob asks, and I answer.

By the time I finish, they both growl dangerously. Rob hugs me tighter, whispering Mine, and I won't be lying that my stupid heart doesn't start beating harder with joy because of this statement.

"Alright," says Roseanne, "I think you have everything you may need; I will take a few rounds around this place to check if maybe someone else has caught the smell of your heat. You both are so lucky that I was doing paperwork today and didn't go with others into the woods. I will check on you every two hours, ok?"

After she leaves, there is an awkward silence. But I'm sure it's just calmness before the storm.

"Kyle?" Rob finally starts talking.

"Yes?"

"I promise I'll do my best and don't mark and mate with you. But we may need to do other things to make your pain bearable, do you understand?"

I nod, and he places a small kiss on my forehead. I do trust him. Of course; I don't have any other option, but still... Nothing he can do will ever be as awful as it was with them, or it would be if he didn't find me on time.


Hank POV

The snowstorm is so intense today that it's not typical for this time of the year. More snow should come in two months, but I guess this year is bonded to be different from the rest.

I've been mated for two days; I'm mated to my soulmate, who I once rejected. I'm mated to the girl who will never let me touch her again. And the only thing I'm capable of thinking about is mating. Both Greyson and I are horny all the time; the bond managed not only to connect me with Celia but to make me lust for her ten times stronger. And to make matters worse, I'm unsure how many of my all-the-time horny thoughts Celia can feel through our bond.

I sigh as I walk in the direction of Mikkeli's office, but I don't get to enter because Hayden is standing in front of it.

"Whatever business you have with Mikkeli or Hannah, we should come later," he says, stepping away. "Judging by the sounds, they've just started. I really don't get why they always have to do it on his desk. For sure, there are many more comfortable places in the packhouse, especially for the pregnant woman."

"Like bed?" I say, and Hayden smirks.

We both walk back to Beta's office; if they've just started, it will take them some time, or more likely, lots of time.

"How are things between you and Celia?" he asks.

"Awkward. I'm better at detecting her mood thanks to the bond now, we still don't talk much, but I don't sense any fear when I'm close to her. So I guess that's reassuring."

"Give her time; at least she doesn't hate you. And you can always ask."

"What do you mean?" I'm confused; I don't know what he is trying to say

"Please, Hank, you marked her. She's your soulmate; the only thing your wolf and you want now is to have sex all day, every day. She may not be aware that you want to make love, so ask her."

"But... but... I can't force her... she doesn't want me..." I stutter, suddenly feeling very embarrassed. Seriously what does he want to achieve with this conversation?

"I'm just saying that she may think that all you did: taking her in, protecting her, marking her was so you can have Kathy here. She may think that all that happened was because you love Kathy, not because you love her. And you should talk with her about the rape."

I tense and shift uncomfortably, instantly feeling sick.

"I'm serious, Hank. She needs to tell you about her feelings, about her hurt. You both need closure if you are to move on. Especially that now you have to spend a life with each other, and you need to tell Kathy the truth sooner or later."

"I'm scared," I say. "She may lash at me, say she can never forgive me, she may..."

"She has a right to do it," Hayden interrupts me. "She was your victim, Hank, so she has rights in this, not you. Whether you like it or not, you must let her judge you and carry the sentence; better sooner than later."

Heavy silence comes after this as I clench and unclench my fists.

"May we talk about something else?" I turn my eyes away from him. "I interrogated the rogue we captured during the attack on the packhouse and Luna."

Hayden looks at me, listening very intensively, so I continue:

"As I thought it was a suicide mission, they all were dying slowly, so they were even happier that they could have an opportunity to die fast and in combat. They were paid, and those from their group who weren't dying got supplies and money to move somewhere else. He said that a woman hired them, and of course, he can't recognize her."

"But we don't know if she is an enemy or just a messenger," he says. "But I'm sure everything that happened was to target Hannah. And if Hannah is the target, that means someone has a grudge against Mikkeli."

"It could be Nightingales, but still, they have a mole in the pack."

"The well-hidden mole. Being so busy as you are now, Hank, you may not see it, but you, Mikkeli, and Hannah have done an excellent job with merging the packs. The exchange of wolves goes smoothly, they trust all of you, and you manage to make most believe that Black Moon has a future, which means a lot. And it happens because, as the leaders, all three of you are united."

"Even though I mated with the hunter's girl?"

"I guess that was a shock for us all. Many were initially wary because of their presence, and some may still be prejudiced. But, have you noticed that for some time now, no one has been guarding Celia, everybody talks with her, and Omegas no longer pay any attention to what she is doing or where she is going? Danny is no longer playing only with my sons but also with other pack's pups. And the warriors who are to guard David Nightingale no longer treat him hostile. Somehow we've managed to make it work."

I smile; I feel honored and happy with his prize. And I care, I care about joined packs, about these lands, about the future. I care about the Black Moon Pack.


Rob POV

SMUT WARNING

Kyle is panting and moaning loudly as I pick up my pace to jerk him off faster. He is sitting on my lap, grinding his hips into mine. His dark eyes make it clear that Skyler is on the surface and in control; his fingers dig into my shoulders as I try to keep my wolf and myself in check. To tell the truth, maintaining control over Blake is easier. All my muscles hurt like hell because of the silver in my veins, but thanks to that, Blake cannot push me away and respond to his mate calling. And Goddess as my witness, Skyler wants to mate really bad.

I really do want to push Kyle on his back and just take him, fuck him, make him mine. But still, I can't do it; I can't take his choice away from him and make him hate me even more.

The first hour we spent in silence. He was holding and caressing Carson, pretty much ignoring me, but didn't make any move to get away and was pressed all the time with his bare back to my chest. Tingles and sparks were jumping between us like crazy, and I enjoyed every single moment of that.

After the first hour, Kyle's skin started heating up, and the pain intensified. Finally, I had to put Carson on the bedding I'd prepared on the armchair and return to my mate. He was in so much pain, yet he flinched, and I could see fear in his eyes when I touched him. He wasn't even trying to push me away, too weak to do it, but he was watching my every move. All the time, scared as hell that I would hurt him. Despite the pain and lust, he was so afraid of every intimate touch.

When Skyler suddenly took over and jumped at me, I had to use all my self-control to stop both of us from mating. His mouth and hands were all over my body. I had to subdue him somehow, so I reached and grabbed his throbbing member. For the last two hours, I've had to jerk him off and already made him cum six times, exchanging this activity with fingering him.

I was trying to make him lie on his stomach so that I could have a better angle but even Skyler seemed to be afraid, so afraid of this position, so I had to abandon that idea. Each time Kyle cum and got a moment of consciousness before Skyler took over again, his first reaction was to move away from me. And I won't be lying when I say it hurts like hell.

But I can't pity myself now; I'm his pain reliever and had to make sure to let him go through it no matter what. Kyle cries as he cums again all over me; I can see tears rolling down his cheeks and I press him harder into my chest.

"It hurts," he whispers. "It hurts so much; I want it to stop."

I gulp; I know that omega's heats are painful, but this particular one has to be ten times worse since it's a mating heat. I wonder what else I can do. Even though Skyler wants to mate, Kyle is reluctant about me and about sex in general.

"I don't sense Blake," Kyle suddenly says. "Why?"

"I subdue him with silver shots. It's alright. We are strong; we won't die from that," I say, gently patting his back, still feeling his hot tears on my shoulder.

"Let's take a bath," I suggest, taking Kyle into the bathroom.

I place both of us in icy-cold water, with him between my legs. I still feel how hot his skin is as I put my arms around him and rest my hands on his stomach. I feel my hard member somehow get directly between my mate's ass cheeks, and I'm really thankful for this cold water.

"Are you feeling a little better?" I ask, but he doesn't answer. "Can we talk about Dickson?"

He shifts uncomfortably and looks at me.

"Why?"

"I saw you. I saw him begging you not to say about something. What if what happened today was his doing? Kyle, tell me. If I'm to protect you, I must know things like that."

For a moment, there is silence before he finally starts talking.

"When I was 7-8 years old, he wanted to sell me. So he snatched me away when my mother wasn't around and took me into the woods. But the potential buyers came late, and my sperm donor found us on time. So he beat the shit out of Dickson and took me home. Actually, it was the only time he held me. He walked so fast I couldn't keep up with him, so he finally took me into his arms. When he gave me back to my mother, he warned her to next time pay more attention to his property."

I clench my teeth. Seriously? Property?

"I later heard when my mother was talking with Rose that after she couldn't have found me, she had gone to Alpha. But he refused to make his wolves look for some omega brat, and yet... He went into the woods himself to look for me. Sometimes I wonder why? Was it because of guilt, was he worried, was he angry because he was about to lose his property? I wonder why he even bothered himself to start looking for me. When he was carrying me home, that was the first and last time he ever touched me. Dickson didn't know who my father was..."

"And Mikkeli didn't know what he really had done when he banished him. But Dickson could get scared that you could tell your brother the truth and thought about getting rid of you," I finish his sentence.

"Why hasn't he just killed me? I could do nothing to stop him?"

"Yes, but if you were to get killed during your heat because of dazed werewolves, no one would be to blame. Kyle, we can..."

"I don't want to talk about it, not now, at least. Can you...? Can you do me again? The pain is getting stronger. I can feel another wave of heat coming?"

"Of course, love" I give him a gentle kiss on his cheek.


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