Page 23 of The Hunt: Emerald

“Aye? An’ I’m supposed tu care?” he smirks and I spit at his feet, but he throws his head back laughing.

“Now, now wee litt’l Omega, if yu want tu spit on sumt’in’, I’ve got sumt’in’ else fer yu,” he snarls and I grit my teeth pissed, but I don’t say anything. I just turn my head muttering. “I t’ought so,” he snorts, walking away and I grit my teeth, silently vowing to kill him one day.

Murdoch

I crack me, shoulders feelin’ stiff from bein’ in me beastly form so long. I cut me eyes tu her, smirkin’ at ’er as she discreetly tries tu use her abilities tu cut the rope, but litt’l does the lass know t’ere’s no gettin’ out o’ me grasp once I’ve caught ’er. Fer now, it’s best tu leave ’er tied tu the tree because I know the minx will run again, given the opportunity.

Even wit’ ’er scent thick in the air, me knot jus’ barely finished pulsin’ inside ’er. Even wit’ me mark still raw an’ red on ’er throat, she will try.T’at’s jus’ the kind o’ Omega she is.

Defiant. Proud. An’ stubborn tu the core.

Mine.

Me perfect wee litt’l warrior.

’er wrists are bound by me thick, fiery vines t’at I shaped myself, makin’ sure the edges are soft so they dinna bruise her, but I notice ’er bare feet arecaked wit’ dirt an’ blood, while ’er legs tremble, yet her chin is high an’ her eyes are ablaze.

“You’re a bastard. Untie me now,” she demands, breath catchin’. “Or I swear I’ll rip your throat out,” she spits, an’ I chuckle, ignorin’ ’er, goin’ over tu a tree, one t’at looks old, withered, an’ is suckin’ the life from the forest. I use me fire tu cut t’rough the bark easily, ignorin’ ’er protest.

I sit on the stump, usin’ me nail an’ carve intu it, creatin’ bucket. While she shouts insults an’ calls me evera name but a child o’ the Source, I creep through the forest to a pond. I shift back intu me Lycan form, cuttin’ me eyes tu the feckers t’at dare lurk by, darin’ ’em tu touch wat’s mine.Feck! Because o’ the Banes root, I am na able tu stay in me human form fer long…

Wen I hear ’em whimper an’ scatter off, I dip the bucket intu the water an’ slowly make me way back tu where me Omega is.

“WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?! UNTIE ME, BASTARD!”

“Sorry, lass. No can du,”I answer as I carry the bucket ova tu ’er.

“You filthy, feral, overgrownAlpha mongrel!” she mutters, an’ I smirk goin’ back ova an’ crouchin’ in front of ’er, settin’ it down, stretchin’ lazily like the wolf I am, baskin’ in her fury.

“Careful,”I murmur, voice low.“I get hard when yu compliment me like that, lass.”

“Disgusting dog!” she snarls, jerkin’ at the vines, but o’ course they hold. I let me gaze roam down ’er sweaty, flushed,an’ wreckedbodyfrom the hunt an’ from meself. I canna help but lean intu ’er, growlin’ deeply.

“Well I’m not the one t’at was beggin’ t’isdogtu feck yu harder, am I?”I whisper, jus’ to watch ’er face burn.“Anyway, should yerdogclean his wee Omega up?”

“Untie me, and I’ll do it myself!” she grits, furious, tremblin’, spittin’ venom an’ by The Source… I’ve neva wanted anyt’in’ more t’an t’is angry, spiteful wee one befer me. I lean in close, brushin’ me lips against ’ers.

“No,”I smirk plain an’ simple, watchin’ ’er open t’at pretty we mouth o’ ’er’s tu hurl another insult, but the words die when she feels me fingers graze ’er ankle. She tries tu snatch it away from me, but I hold still liftin’ ’er leg, glarin’ at how torn tu hell, bruised, bloody, an’ cut from all the runnin’, she did.

Me brave Omega.

I shake me head an’ pull one foot intu me lap, ignorin’ the way she’s glarin’ at me an’ flinches as if expectin’ pain, but I look ’er in the eye seriously.

“Hey, unhand m…” I quiet her by dippin’ ’er feet intu the bucket, washin’ the dried, caked-up dirt an’ blood, elicitin’ a gasp, especially once the brutal cuts are revealed.Shite…I stand, goin’ ova tu the big tree, an’ rip off some o’ the sap filled leaves befer I go back ova tu her, grabbin’’er feet t’at she’d tucked unda ’erself. I bite the leaves, chewin’ an’ suckin’ the sap from it, holdin’ it up tu her foot. “What are you d—” I hold out me tongue an’ brush it gently ova ’er open wound. “HEY ST?—”

“Yu dinnaget it, du you, wee Omega?”I mutter, dippin’ me head, lickin’ ’er wounds, causin’ ’er whole body tu jerk, an’ ’er thighs tu squeeze together.

“St-stop it!” she snaps, voice shakin’, too breathless to be convincin’, but I lick again. Slow an’ fuckin’ purposeful, tastin’ ’er blood t’at’s sharp on me tongue, ’er skin hot in me ’and. I lap at ’er heel, ’er sole, ’er ankle… ’er calf, ’er thighs, growlin’ an’ watchin’ in real time as me wee Omega’s bodygets wet fer me again.I can smell it.The spike in ’er arousal even as she trembles wit’ anger.“Y-you’re disgusting,” she chokes out, but ’er t’ighs are pressin’ together tighter, an’ ’er hips are twitchin’.

“Yer Alpha is kneelin’ befer yu, cleanin’ the feet yu ran raw on fer days, an’ yer still fightin’?”I growl, slidin’ me tongue up ’er thighs, pushin’ ’em apart.“But this sweet litt’l cunt keeps beggin’ fer me.”.

“You areNOTmy Alpha!” she hisses in denial, angerin’ me.

“Oh yeah?”I rise on me knees an’ between ’er legs, ’ead tilted.

“Yes… I fucking hate you,” she whispers, voice shakin’.

“Ihopeyu du,”I growl, shiftin’ back intu me human form, findin’ it much easier tu maintain wen I’m near ’er. “It makes this so much better wen yu break.” I suck on ’er, coilin’ me long tongue around ’er clit, nippin’ it wit’ me teeth, watchin’ ’er arch ’er back. I glide me cock up an’ down ’er pussy, soakin’ it, usin’ me flames tu dance ova ’er nipples, suckin’ ’em jus’ as I sink balls deep intu ’er slowly, watchin’ ’er evera reaction.

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