9. Just a Taste
Kiran Cyrus wanted Seff Bastan in his bed, flat under his body, nipping at his ear, whispering where she wanted him to taste her.
The Sun and Moon packs chose Omegas from more than just the Magnolia pack. They were just so fertile, and it was an advantage in their Contest. In truth, Kiran was starting to tire of white hair and green eyes. Decades of kissing the same features were getting a bit old, no matter how beautiful or delicious they were.
He watched her stare in wonder at his playground filled with gold—his apple trees, the courtyard before her blooming with them with benches and more gold flowers on either side. The corridor around the rectangular perimeter was paved with cool gold and white tiles with patterns of suns. Statues and tapestries of sun gods from different histories spanned the walls. The second-floor walls were for backdrops against trophies atop short pedestals—like Selene, he kept spoils of war, including skulls and pelts of his enemies. All his Magnolia consorts were at ease knowing not a single spoil was from their pack. In that, he was truly honest.
When her eyes—wide, innocent, fearful—met his, an emotion he thought he lost came rushing back. A hundred years…he thought all hope was lost. But he wasn’t innocent. And he knew that beyond those doe eyes—less predator, more prey—was some more feral. She was a wolf, after all. And wolves liked to be feral.
Kiran knew Seff felt drawn to him, and his shit-eating grin spread just a second before she found him on the second floor leaning on the balcony banister. He was wearing pants—tight, of course—but no shirt, and her ears swiveled before pressing flat. His smile widened. That first swivel was out of interest. And then she denied it. But Kiran would get her to accept it—accept that she would have feelings for him. Feelings of the heart, maybe, because it was a plus, but first he wanted to feel between her legs.
His pack made room for the Magnolia Omegas and their family members. Kiran chose seven this time, five females and two males. He liked males, especially when they were submissive, but females were bliss just by existing.
And Seff… He would have to get used to that name. She was not his type. He liked when females were submissive and did whatever he asked, but sometimes he liked them to have a bite. Sets of white clothes were handed out—unattractive, plan—as wolves began to shift into their human forms. Amongst the sea of white hair, differentiated by skin color, Kiran’s gaze was magnetized toward Seff. She didn’t have the breast or hip size—not even a full ass—liked he was attracted to as well as benefited the Contest…but she was still wonderfully shaped.
She sensed him and looked up, immediately attempting to cover herself. But it was too late. Kiran saw. And he wanted to devour her.
She glanced hurriedly at that friend who tried to steal Kiran’s attention at the Choosing. Now she was his type—busty, ready to obey his every whim. She was as beautiful as any Magnolia and could produce beautiful children, but she wasn’t Seff Bastan. They seemed to communicate wordlessly, the friend even peering past Seff’s shoulder to smile abashedly and bat her eyelashes. She didn’t hide her body parts.
Kiran simply dipped his head to acknowledge her. She flushed. But it was her turn to claim a set of clothes, and she turned her attention. Then Kiran was set aflame by Seff’s next action—she whipped her head around and bared her teeth at him. There was the bite. It was an Alpha trait to be possessive and aggressive. Seff was extremely protective of her female friend. She saw Kiran as a threat. And she was right about that. Kiran owned them; he could do whatever he wanted with his Omegas. Seff Bastan did not like that.
Maybe she would see different after he tasted her.
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