Page 11 of Claimed By the Feral Wolves

Our kiss breaks, and I glare at the other man. Cayson’s only wearing the sparkling pants. He’s free from the rest of the outfit. Faye doesn’t seem to realize it until she glances back at him. I watch as Faye’s eyes dip to his chest. Her gaze turns heated, her pupils dilating, and I want nothing more than to have her look at me that way, too.

“Where’s my kiss?” Cayson asks, his voice coming out an octave lower than normal.

“Cayson…” she says, a warning in her tone.

“Ezra got a kiss,” he challenges.

When Faye turns around to say something, he grabs her hips, turning her in true Cayson fashion. His hand comes around to the back of her head, while his other travels to the small of her back, pinning their hips together. She makes a surprised sound, and his lips descend onto hers. And this kiss… there’s nothing slow or gentle about it.

I have to look away to keep from getting turned on at the scene. Not only do I want to continue watching them, I want to be touching Faye too. I want to make her feel like she’s on fire, begging for me and only me.

You’ve only ever felt something like this once before, a stray thought whispers in my mind. My heart is hammering, and Isteer my thoughts away from Katie. Away from the fact that no other woman has turned me on since her. No other woman has even made me want to consider taking her to my bed, but Faye makes all of those feelings rise inside of me.

Except, there’s something different about the way I feel about Faye. Something on a deep instinctual level that I don’t understand. Something that demands that I claim her for my own. This is supposed to be fake, a lie to keep her safe from Kurt, but something inside demands that I truly claim her for my own.

Cayson pulls away from her, burying his head into the crook of her neck and whispering something in her ear. Based on my previous encounters with his moves, I imagine he’s saying something likeI’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you.

Faye tips her head back, letting him run his teeth and tongue up the tender skin of her throat. I feel my entire body flush with heat. I want her like this, in our bed, doors closed. This is our chance to do things to her that will make her never want to leave our bed.

That’s when I remember that we have an audience. I glance around and freeze. Some alphas and omegas are looking on with amusement. The unaccompanied alphas are staring with far too much interest.

“Cayson,” I say, “dude—PDA.”

When he just keeps running his teeth along her throat and my fucking cock jerks, I give him a little nudge. We don’t need a room full of hard alphas looking at our omega in a sexual light. That can only bring problems our way.

“Yeah, sorry,” Cayson says, pulling back and scrubbing a hand through his hair.

Faye is blinking, looking like she’s trying to remember where she is. And it’s hard to see her like that, because I want to be the one that makes her lose herself. I want to be the one tasting her neck.Fuck, I want to bite her and mark her for all to see.

Frustrated, I drag my gaze from her. Across the room, I see Kurt, a whirlwind of barely suppressed rage bulldozing through the alphas and omegas, the curtain a flimsy barrier against his furious exit. And Brock, the ultima, is watching. For a second, I tense, and then I remember this is a good thing. I can only hope that this little display has shown him that Faye is connected to us, and that he won’t keep pushing her to “explore” her mating bond with Kurt.

Then, we can end this charade. We can… just walk away from Faye.

5

Faye

I pace back and forth in my room, flexing and unflexing my hands. I feel on edge. I’m in my silk pajamas and robe, because I was just getting ready to sleep for the night when the bell came over the speakers, indicating an activity, and making every muscle in my body tense.

Damn it.

The bell had tolled loudly, but I hadn't heard any instructions. Not a single servant has come to the room to demand I get dressed or leave the room. On one hand, staying in my room might be optimal, as it could mean I won’t have to risk seeing Kurt at all. On the other hand, staying here might just make me a sitting duck if he realizes I’m not present at the activity.

Again, I glance down at my outfit. Pink silk shorts. A pink silk spaghetti strap top. A silky pink robe that goes down to my thighs. And white underwear and a bra.

I’d been about to toss the bra and crawl into bed when the toll sounded. Now, I’m wondering if I’m an idiot for staying in these clothes when I should be prepared for anything and anyone.

At least the guard Ezra and Cayson assigned to my room is still there.I’d checked as soon as the bell had started ringing, nervous about Kurt showing up at my door. And yet, I still had no idea what was going on.

Where is this activity?Whatis this activity? Why is no one telling me anything?

There’s a knock at the door and it feels like my heart stops in my chest. I oscillate between telling myself to answer it and wondering if I should dive under the bed and hide, pretending not to be here. In all likelihood, it’s just a servant telling me what the activity is, but I can’t seem to walk over to the door given the slight chance that it could be Kurt on the other side of that door.

Will the guard stop him? Will the guard really fight for me if he needs to?

“Faye,” a voice calls, and when I recognize it as being Ezra, my sputtering heart calms a little.

“Oh, thank the gods,” I mutter, hurrying over to the door and swinging it open.

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