Page 32 of Chasing Dawn

“Fuck yes! Please, Vance,” I cried desperately. I didn’t have any cool left. All I had was desperation that was riding me like an addiction.

His huge hands snaked around my back, and he pulled me up into a sitting position. Vance kissed me softly, filled with gentle dominance that seemed counterintuitive but made me melt. His hands slid down my spine and slipped under my ass, lifting me higher.

“This is a gift I won’t ever take for granted, mate. One day soon, I’ll put my bite mark on that pretty body, and I will spend the rest of my life worshipping you. But first, I’m going to bury myself in your hot little body until we both drown in ecstasy.” He lined his cock up, rubbing it erotically up and down my dripping slit, and my head fell back.

“Please,” I begged.

He curled his body as his cock notched at my entrance and slowly slid inside me. He was big, and he stretched me around him until my lungs burned from the air trapped within.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and dragged him to me. The aching slowness was its own form of torture. Taking the hint, he buried his length deep, and I swear, I felt him everywhere. He slowly drew out then slammed home again, and I collapsed back to the smooth, polished wood of his desk.

“You feel like a dream, Dawn. My Omega,” he growled, his thrusts perfectly even, his muscles flexing like a work of art. “My dream. Talbot’s dream. Franklin’s dream. You’re ours,” he crooned. “Your tight little pussy is gripping me like it knows we’re meant to be together.” Franklin brought his mouth back to my breast, and Talbot took the other. I buried my fingers in their hair as they nipped and sucked my nipples until I came with one long scream.

Vance wasn’t done, and when Franklin’s fingers found my clit, I knew they were going to milk one more orgasm from me before Vance would find his own release.

“Goddess, the way you grip me,” the Alpha rumbled. “You are going to undo me.”

“Yes,” I moaned, the word gasping out as he pumped inside me. My orgasm was right there, threatening to push me over, and I needed Vance to come with me. I needed him to paint my insides with his release. It was a primal need, and when I pushed my Omega pheromones at him, making him groan and his hips stutter, he was helpless to resist when I crooned, “Come for me, Alpha.”

He slammed home, and I felt the hot pulses of his cum inside me even as I clenched around him with a scream, my own orgasm milking every drop of his seed from him.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting, his face buried just above the scar across my middle. He kissed my stomach, now empty and barren, and then looked up at me.

“We are imperfect, Dawn, but you’re perfect for us.”

I let out a choked little breath and buried my fingers in his golden hair.

“Alright, gigantor. You’ll crush her. Let’s take this to the bedroom so I can spoon our girl,” Franklin teased. “And later, maybe we can spork.”

Talbot shook his head. “You don’t get to ‘spork’ anything until you’re less lame.” He nudged Franklin out of the way and picked me up, ignoring the way Vance’s release ran down my thighs and over his arm. “Go make sure no one is in the hall, and then I’m running Dawn a bath.”

Vance smiled down at me, shaking his head at the twins’ antics. “There’s still time to run away.”

“Don’t you know not to run from predators?” I nipped his lip. “You’re mine now.”

CHAPTER 21

FRANKLIN

Vance brooded in the pilot’s seat, but there was nothing he could do. Dawn wanted to be there when her Alpha was executed, and no amount of cajoling could change her mind. It was better to make plans and contingencies than try to talk her out of it.

We gave her choices. That was what made us different from her old pack. We didn’t always have to like those choices, but we had to respect them.

We’d compromised, in that she had to stay in one of the cars until the operation was complete, and then she could come and pass judgment. Technically, it would be Vente who would end the Alpha, though I wondered if Vance would take that from him.

She sat in the back of the small four-seater plane, quiet even though the headphones would allow her to talk to us. Talbot sat up front with Vance, so it was just me back here, watching her wide eyes as she took in the mountain landscape below us.

We tried not to fly commercial when we were doing covert ops. Plausible deniability was always a good cover to have, even if we were doing work sanctioned by the convocation, but there were still human authorities, the Shifter Council, and other bullshit that could come back and bite us in the ass.

We landed at a small strip in the middle of dusty ass nowhere outside of Reno. We’d have to drive into where we needed to go, and it was out of the way enough that we didn’t have to worry much about humans and their prying eyes.

Rien was there in an SUV to pick us up, and after I helped Dawn climb down from the plane, I went over and slapped him on the back. I liked Rien. He was a good guy and an excellent soldier.

“How was your flight?” he asked politely, and Vance grunted.

Dawn gave him a polite smile. “Good, although I think these smaller planes are kind of terrifying, like someone torpedoing a tin can through the air.”

Rien laughed. “I can understand that. My greatest fear is being trapped in one of those death tubes and unable to get out to use my wings and save myself. Can you imagine if a bird died in a plane crash? I’d never live it down.”