Chapter 33 - Little Tease 🌶️

*“Please, touch me, I pray.” ― Jess C. Scott*

***Onyx***

“I still think I should stay. I don’t want my son to go through this alone.”

“Celeste, Neron and I spoke, and we both agree that you should stay with me. Having you in my sight at all times will ease my old heart. Please, don’t fight this.”

Mama bit the inside of her cheek, blowing out a huff of resignation through her nose. Ezekiel pushed the last of her bags into the trunk of his son’s car, ready for the trip to Iron Stone. Guards flanked both sides of the vehicle with bitch-faced Wystan idling by the front, tapping his foot impatiently as if he rather be anywhere but here.

Neron needed a break, or rather, I *forced* him to have a break. After the news of the dickface that, sadly, had a hand at creating us was alive, he worked himself ragged when he and Kiya returned from Garnet Moon; scraping plans and working himself out in the gym. He hardly slept a wink and left our sweet mate to sleep in his bed alone.

If I had my own body, I’d chew his face off for committing such an egregious crime.

But, I’m worried about Neron. No one could see inside his mind like I did, and I hated the horrible thoughts he had about himself. Buzz words such as ‘failure’ and ‘pathetic’ prevailed, illustrating what he saw every time he looked in the mirror. Jonathan’s very presence turned him from a mighty man to the little boy working tirelessly to earn his father’s love, even if it meant destroying pieces of his soul.

I hated Jonathan for abusing my human years back. He spoke with venom in one of Neron’s ears, while I tried to make my voice his antidote to the other. But the poison was too strong, and I watched in real-time how horrible he had to become for his father’s smile.

Today, that Neron was dead, and I liked the one I have now, even when he acted like an idiot.

Yet, I hated how powerless I was to stop that transformation. Jonathan’s influence was too powerful. I didn’t stand a chance, and I was punished by Kiya’s cries. I’ll never forgive myself for falling so low. For **failing**.

I’ll do my damn *hardest* to make sure I protect my human and my mate from that monster.

“Finished?” Bitch-face asked his father. “We must return before noon and I have to oversee weapon deliveries today.”

“Patience, dear boy.” Ezekiel pleaded, placing a hand on Mama’s back. “We have plenty of time before then. Must you be in such a hurry?”

The human incarnation of a gnat rolled his eyes and shuffled to the driver’s side, pausing to look at my house. His eyes jumped from one window to another like he was searching for something.

Or *someone*.

“Is Kiya home?” It inquired.

“No.” I barked, crossing my arms. Kiya, or rather, Artemis, was inside, but only because I demanded that she stay put. I didn’t want Wystan to learn that she’s my legendary white wolf.

That’ll only fuel his interest more, and Neron would have to deal with the ramifications after I kill him.

…Actually, that doesn’t sound *too bad*.

“Oh? That’s a shame.” He opened his car door and reached inside, pulling out a bright-ass assortment that fed my desire to break his. “I’d like to give her these flowers as a way of saying I’m into her. Perhaps I should leave her gift with the Omegas.”

“Perhaps I should take the bouquet and shove it up your ass. If you don’t want to vomit flower petals *backwards*, leave. She’s off the market.”

“Says who?”

“Says me, her fucking boyfriend.”

“Damn. She downgraded you, huh?”

I’d sell my left nut to rip that irritating smirk off his face. I took a step toward him, only for my anger to be placated when Mama cupped my cheeks with both her hands.

“Now, *godgutten min*, you must calm down. We all know Kiya has eyes for you and only you. Don’t let a little teasing rile you up like this.”

Absolutely not! Anyone who’s trying to, let alone thinking about flirting with my moon queen, will meet the end of my claws.

A heavy rumble echoed in my chest. Mama’s eyes flashed vivid emerald. Wolf Mama made her appearance not just by eye color, but how she pinched my cheeks.

Hard.

“Mama!” I whimpered, dragging her hands off my face. “I told you I don’t like my cheeks to be squeezed.”

“Then, why are they squeezable?” She quipped, reaching for them again despite my offense. “I expect you to be on your best behavior, ey?”

“I’m not a child! I’m an alpha.”

“So am I. Don’t talk back to me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I bow to no one, but I bow to Wolf Mama. Only because she can still carry my big ass by the mouth in our true forms. Unfortunately, I got the typical motherly spiel about how I needed to carry myself better and to stop falling for childish words. I would yawn to show that I’m uninterested, but I wanted to live to see tomorrow.

Because tomorrow is another day where I can dream about eating Artemis the right way for breakfast. To have her thighs crush my head as I devour that sweet, *sweet* pu—

“Do you understand?” Mama demanded, snatching me to the bitter reality. She glared at me expectantly, her fists on her hips.

“Yes, I understand, Mama.” I smirked, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. “Have a safe trip with Ezekiel, okay? Call when you get there?”

Wolf Mama squinted her eyes and grunted audibly, refusing to believe that I was listening to her the entire time. The only thing I was listening to was the hardening dick in my pants. In the end, she shook her head and kissed my cheek before scampering to Ezekiel’s side. Her eyes flashed back to blue. My heart warmed to see Mama’s lips curl into the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen.

Anyone can tell that Mama loved Ezekiel.

The human anus and I shot a look at one another before he hopped in his car, conveniently leaving behind the bouquet meant for Kiya. Mama and her lover bid me farewell before disappearing into the car's backseat. The Iron Stone guards got in their vehicles and all three cars rolled off my lands with the car carrying the important passengers stationed in between.

I strolled to the damning bouquet and picked it up, plucking the card addressed to Kiya attached to a stem inside. I wound my hand like a baseball player preparing for the starting pitch, ready to launch the flowers high into the trees until the scent of honeyed strawberries not only tickled my nose but set my body ablaze.

“Aww, that was so cute.”

Turning on my heels, Artemis sashayed from the front entrance toward me, her luscious hips swaying from side to side. Little Naomi and Tiny Orchid followed behind her along with Lupin trotting beside her. I was so distracted by her smile that I didn’t budge when the two three-years-old collided into my legs, reaching their hands up to my face.

“Uncle Neron, can we have the flowers?” Naomi asked, her dark eyes sparkling.

“It’s Onyx, dears.” Artemis corrected, petting Lupin’s head. That wasn’t fair; I want Artemis to pet *me*!

“Can we, Uncle Onyx?” Orchid begged, puckering her lips. “They’ll make our garden look pretty!”

Fuck, I loved being called Uncle. It made my chest feel warm. Sighing, I lowered the flowers for the girls. “Yeah, you can have it. Ask your mamas to plant the flowers; don’t do it yourselves.”

“Okay!” They both said before running off with the bouquet. Lupin barked and howled dramatically, like most huskies, and having the literal audacity to press his nose near Artemis’ plump ass.

What an undignified mutt. At least, I have more class than that because I wouldn’t sniff.

I’d eat Artemis’ ass like Jesus at the Last Supper.

“What did you think was cute?” I asked to my sweet mate, who was wearing a black-and-white form-fitting racerback tank and matching shorts. Her luscious melanin practically **glowed** under the sunlight, but not as much as her alabaster curls that begged for my hands to bunch them in my fist as I kiss the fuck out of her.

“You.” She whispered, running her hands over my pectorals. “Little Onyx was turning into mush around his mama. I never thought I’d see the day.”

Little? ME?! How dare she!

“You’re sorely mistaken, my sweet angel.” I was a puppet to my desire, my limbs controlled by its fiery hands. Artemis was the air to my lungs, the holder of my heart, and the stoker of my flame. I curled an arm behind her back and slammed her smaller body against mine, the distance between us dead. Her sensual gasp and widening pupils told me she could feel my growing erection pressed against her belly. For extra emphasis, I took her hand, slid it down from my chest to my navel, and placed it on top of it. “I’m not little by *any* means.”

“Very *impressive*.” Artemis purred, swiping the tip of her tongue over her full lips. I almost keeled over on my knees when she gave my clothed cock a gentle squeeze, forcing a deeper-than-deep growl from my chest. “But the important question is, can it keep up with *me*?”

My eyes roamed her face with desire written into every pore and cell, only for it to descend to her chest. Her ample cleavage poked out from her tank, but the curves of her breasts were inviting me closer—*wanting* me to take a mound into my palm and give it a squeeze. If we don’t stop right now, I’ll take her like a beast on the grass.

Because I *was* a beast.

“We’re playing a dangerous game, love.” I rasped, recalling our conversation several weeks back. We desired each other, and our humans want one another as well, but we can’t overstep the sacred boundary Kiya had set.

I’d give *anything* to hear Artemis shatter the heavens with her screams as I fuck her with eight years of pent-up passion.

“Well,” She tilted her head to the side, her blues ablaze. “I’m a lucky little rabbit, and I’m out here to win.”

“And you’re in *my* cage, pretty bunny.”

I was more than ready to break my self-control and indulge in Artemis’ sweetness if she hadn’t slipped out of my arms and pranced back toward the house while giggling. Her ass cheeks bounced like they were telling me goodbye.

That. Fucking. *Tease*!

“Artemis!” I roared, my hands itching to snatch her up. Regardless of her teasing and obvious mischief, there was a smile on my face.

That little tease was mine and only *mine*.

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I finally caught up to my little mate after she gave me the runaround in the house. Was she aware that I love the chase? That the greatest prize is to have her wiggling in my grip? That my victory rested on the taste of her lips? Fortunately for me, she knows now with the way I pressed her against the wall and claimed the title as the victor through a hard, unforgiving, fierce kiss.

I wanted—no, **needed** more of her.

Rationale tittered in my head, telling me to stop playing and focus on the lingering threat above the horizon. Jonathan was out there, probably plotting an attack, and I needed to be ready. But I was too drunk off of Artemis’ taste to focus on that. I wanted my mate. I relished in her gyrating hips tucked around my waist and her deep, guttural moans spilling into my mouth. Our clothes were a nuisance, and I was *desperate* to rip them off myself and her.

My pack was a well-oiled machine. I refused to break over stress, which was why I was in control, and no doubt the same was with Kiya and Artemis. Our humans needed to rejuvenate for the battle ahead and we wolves were rejuvenating in our own way.

We separated momentarily to catch our breaths, and I watched as red continuing to blossom around Artemis’ deep-bronzed flesh. Her cheeks were flushed, and her pupils left no room for the blue in her eyes to shine. She looked **breathtaking** and **needy**.

“I’m hungry.” She mewled. “For food.”

On cue, not only did her stomach growl, but mine did too. I skipped breakfast to help with Mama’s bags when Ezekiel arrived. Artemis must’ve skipped breakfast too, and the thought of it made me scowl.

“You didn’t eat breakfast?”

“Oh. I didn’t.” She confessed, darting her eyes away from mine. “The morning was chaotic, as you know.”

“That’s no excuse.” I shot back. “I want you well-fed, even if I have to feed you myself.”

“Says the person who skipped too.” Artemis grumbled, rolling her eyes. I lowered her on her feet, suddenly hit with a blast of her sweet arousal. *Goddamn*. “Do you want to eat breakfast with me? And don’t you dare say that kissing me fed you.”

“I’d have to eat your pussy to be sated.”

She gasped, punching my upper arm. “You’re so raunchy.”

“Oh, angel, that’s not even my final form.”

Artemis’ laughter swirled around and behind us as we left the hallway we were in toward the kitchen. Based on the clinking of pans on top of the stove and in the sink, Lead Omega Luli and her fellow Omegas were in the kitchen. However, as we approached, I remembered something important.

And stopped in my tracks.

Artemis looked up at me, concerned. “Onyx? What is it?”

“Um…” Heat swirled on my cheeks. “Did I forget to mention that I’m banned from the kitchen?”

Her eyes widened. “Banned? But you’ve entered the kitchen many times without issue.”

“*Neron* isn’t banned, but I am.” She might as well know the embarrassing story. “I tried making eggs once because I wanted to prove to Neron that I could do anything and everything he can do. It was a dumb macho man contest between us because we’re stupid. I almost burned one part of the kitchen down because I forgot to oil the pan and yolk spilled onto the burner. Luli found out, had to clean up my mess, and officially banned me from ever entering the kitchen.”

My mate glared at me, absolutely flabbergasted. “Onyx, what the hell? Even I know I’d be terrible in the kitchen. Wolves can’t cook.”

“I wish you were around at the time to tell me that.” I tittered. “It’s been two years.”

She tutted and shook her head. “I’ll see if I can get that ban lifted. Asking won’t hurt.”

But the sharp, resounding ‘NO!’ she got from Luli instead hurt more. A minute later, Artemis stumbled through the door with a gallon of milk in one hand, two bowls in another, and a box of Apple Jacks tucked under her arm. “We’ll have cereal instead. Are you able to pour yourself some milk?”

Her sass will get her in trouble, but she wouldn’t be Artemis without it.

Five minutes later, we were sitting side-by-side on the couch in the common room with Kiya’s pussycats lying lazily on the arms. Ebony groomed herself while Ivory meowed sharply for my attention, her tail flailing from left to right with her big blue eyes probing me.

“Ivory, I’m eating.” I reprimanded, reaching over to rub her tiny forehead. “Don’t you have to chase your tail or something?”

“She’s not a dog, Onyx.” Artemis said, eating a spoonful of her cereal. “Cats have different mannerisms.”

“How am I supposed to know?” I grumbled. “I’m not a cat person—er, cat…wolf?”

“Ivory is fond of you.” She explained, watching the white cat jump into my lap and nuzzle her head against my belly. “Perhaps *too* fond of you.”

The low tone of her voice suggested there were some bitter feelings in store. Grinning, I upped the ante and petted Ivory’s silken fur. The cat became a miniature, furry motorboat, curling her tail around my forearm. Artemis’ glare sharpened like a knife, leaning forward to slam her bowl on the table, then snatching Ivory from my lap.

The poor kitty meowed in confusion.

“That’s enough.” She chastised, dropping Ivory in her pastel-pink cat bed. “Stay.” Artemis returned to her seat, wrapped her arms around my torso, and pressed her cheek against my arm.

Thirty seconds of silence passed by until I said, “Jealous?”

“Of a two-year-old cat? No.” She answered with a scoff. *Yep, the sweet thing was lying*. “I didn’t like how she looked at me.”

“How did she look at you?”

“Like she claimed you as hers.” She softly snarled. Much to her chagrin and anger, I burst out laughing, throwing my head on the spine of the couch.

“Stop laughing at me.” Artemis warned, but I couldn’t stop. She was jealous! Instead, I laughed harder, feeling my stomach constrict with every heave. My mate granted my newest title, Asshole, and pulled away, trudging her body toward the tall window.

My laughter died. I felt cold. *Noooooo*….

“Look at the pups.” Artemis said as she looked out the window. I didn’t feel like getting up from the couch, mostly because I wanted her to return to me, but beggars can’t be choosers. Pushing myself out of my seat, I made my way beside her and peered out the glass.

Alana and Aiyana were playing with the other children their age. They’ve been in my home for a short while yet blended seamlessly into the pack life. Obsidian and ruby-colored strands flowed with the wind, following behind them during their game of Red Light, Green Light. Alana tripped on her laces and another girl ran up to her with a water gun, spraying it in her face as she screamed and laughed.

“They look so happy and free.” My angel continued. “It’s like what they’ve suffered in Jackson’s disastrous pack never happened. I’m happy Kiya and Neron brought them here.”

“Yeah, I guess those bite-sized cockblocks are kind of cute.” I responded.

Wrong. They were very cute. My heart did a little happy dance whenever I caught sight of one or both of their smiles. An odd desire to be in wolf form rose from my belly, so they can ride my back like I was their horse. Was that the wolf version of a piggyback ride? I think so.

They deserve that, at least.

“They’re sweet.” Artemis corrected.

“Yeah, when they’re not being nosy nancys.”

She snorted. “Someone’s bitter.”

“When my feast is interrupted, I am.” My arm curled its way around her waist again. “But, looking at them and their joy, it makes me think about some things.”

“Such as?”

“Such as, how much I want to put a pup into that little belly of yours.”

Artemis inhaled sharply, twisting her neck to me. Once again, her pupils overtook her crystalline blue. My body heat increased with hot, raging desire all over again, like clockwork. How can one look at my angel make me want to pounce on her form? To envelop my body over her exquisite frame? And, like the animal I am, the filthiest of thoughts and images plagued my mind.

I leaned in and pressed my nose against her curls, taking a big whiff of her scent. I wasn’t just smelling the sugar from her cereal. No, I could clearly smell her arousal and it drove the silent beast within me wild. My mouth salivated at the thought of truly tasting her.

I was dying of thirst, and Artemis was my oasis.

“You’ll have to breed me first…” She whispered breathlessly, weaving her fingers through mine. Her teeth pulled at her bottom lip. “…and by that look in your eyes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Onyx?”

*Control yourself, Onyx*. *Don’t let the inner beast free*.

Oh, fuck THAT shit!

I quickly grabbed Artemis by the hips and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around my hips, speeding past a very awake Ebony, meowing in curiosity. My angel pressed her aching heat against my navel and buried her face in my neck, tightening her arms around my shoulders. I followed the pathway back to the bedroom, kicked the door open, stepped inside, and kicked the door closed behind me.

*Too much*. *It was too much*.

“Do you have any idea how fucking crazy you make me?” I growled, tossing Artemis on the bed. She bounced with a mix of a squeak and shiver, propping herself on her elbows while I tore off my shirt. “I need to taste you, however the hell it may be.”

“Onyx—” I stopped her words with a kiss, only welcoming her groans. Crawling over her, I encircled my arms around her back and forced her chest against mine. Her pebbled nipples grazed across my naked chest through her shirt that needed to come off. The need was **unbearable**.

I wanted Artemis so bad—to taste her, to feel her, and to have her whimper and writhe underneath me. Above all, I wanted to feel her clench around my cock as she teetered on the edge of delirium and pleasure. All the things I wanted to do to her in bed were endless. Everything pressing on my mind dissolved into mist; for all I wanted was the woman grinding her hips against me.

I withdrew my lips from Artemis’, but immediately began ravaging her neck, edging upward to her earlobe, giving it a playful nip. My darling squealed and pushed her nails into my back, grounding her hips harder, building more of the delicious heat between us.

“Tell me to stop.” I begged; my voice broken. She halted, eyeing me with concern. “I don’t want to go too far. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Onyx…”

“Tell. Me.”

*Because if you don’t give me direction, I’ll lose control and I don’t want that*. *Not yet*.

Artemis exhaled deeply, trying to level herself from her own desire, and nodded. She hid her pretty eyes behind her eyelids, no doubt communicating with Kiya. She squeezed me tighter. After a few torturous seconds, she opened her eyes again.

“T-touch and taste. We can do those.” She groaned, lowering her hips back to the bed. “W-we can’t go beyond that.”

I won’t cross that boundary, but it doesn’t mean I’ll allow Artemis to leave this bed with her mind intact.

“Lift your arms up, my lovely.”

A huge, beautiful smile broke across her face. Artemis obeyed, and I slipped the annoying tank off her body, immediately enraptured by the sight of her perfect, perky tits. Selene couldn’t have sculpted a more perfect partner for me. I veered downward, lowering my lips to her sweet skin, darting my tongue across the valley of her breasts. My lips trembled with her full-body shiver, rewarded with the sweetest moans ever to leave her mouth.

I swerved to her left breast, wrapped my lips around her hardened nipple, and sucked. My hand reached toward her neglected mound and rolled her other nipple between my fingers.

“Fuck, Onyx…” She hissed through her gritted teeth. Her nails pushed deeper into the muscles on my back. “Stop teasing me…”

“You can dish out the teasing, but can’t take it?” I asked after I released her sodden areola with a pop. Her expression was stern, but her gaze was heated. “Let’s make a deal, my queen.”

“When you start thinking, that means trouble.”

“I’ll stop teasing you…” I continued, ignoring her playful jab. My free hand ghosted across her torso, the pads of my fingers tapping across her heated skin like keys on a piano. They descended lower and lower until they dipped under the band of her shorts and underwear, brushing against her engorged button. “…if you continue to sing for me.”

*And my angel sung her heart out*.

Artemis buckled when I made slow, agonizing circles on her clit, chanting out her praises while my free hand kneaded with her right breast and my lips sucked on its nipple. She grabbed the back of my head and held me in place as I got my fill, releasing me only when I peppered my kisses across her chest, collarbone, and neck.

She was mine, and no one could change it. Each kiss on her flesh, each moan that erupted from my throat every time Artemis’ warm hands ran across my flesh, and each moan that bounced out of her throat as she writhed in bed meant she was mine.

I felt tears stinging my eyes, because I’ve never thought that I’d reach this moment here with my mate. We’re struggling to break through the surface of our passion, but love held us captive. Our love for each other.

I’ll give this goddess the **entire** universe if I could.

A slip of my finger in her entrance broke her. Pumping and curling it inside her ignited a primal need in the both of us, and she startled me when she seized me by the hair to take my lips again with her other hand reaching below, yanking me forward by the belt loops. The hand on my hair moved downward to unbuckle my belt and pull my pant zipper down.

“Let me touch you.” She half-begged, half-demanded when we broke the kiss. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when I felt her soft, warm hand wrap itself around my hardened length, moving up and down like a pump. Her thumb rubbed circles around the tip of the head, gathering dribbles of my pre-cum spilling out. “I can’t let you have all the fun.”

“Cheeky little angel.” I grunted, rolling my hips into her hand. I swerved toward her ear and nipped on her earlobe again. “I love you, Artemis.”

“I love you too, Onyx.”

‘*Stay with me forever*’ I wished in my head as I slipped another finger in her, thrusting madly when she clenched around me. In a whirl of action, I pulled her shorts and panties off and kicked off my pants, baring us to each other.

‘*Don’t leave me ever again*’ I said when she pumped my cock harder and faster. Sharp sensations undulated from my clenched core, straight to my crotch. The soprano in Artemis’ voice reached higher and higher, giving me the motivation needed to pull a climax from her.

And I was reaching my own. My grunts rolled deeper, and the latches of my sanity were broken.

*I love you*.

*I love you*.

***I love you***!

We arrived at bliss together, singing a chorus of our names. Artemis’ screams were enough to rival the angel’s song, and I was rewarded handsomely when her orgasm seeped into the bedsheets below us and on my hand. With a deep guttural groan, strips of thick white rope decorated the smooth brown of her flat, heaving belly. Some dripped onto her hand. Artemis crashed against the bedsheets in a thin sheen of sweat while her audible pants echoed through her bedroom. My body fell at her side, careful to not crush her under my weight with my fingers still inside of her.

White curls splayed across the silk pillow like an open fan. Her pupils slowly shrunk to reveal her glowing blues, meeting my golds with dwindling passion, but rising love. My lips marked trails from her shoulder to her neck, even poking my tongue out to lap up the sweetness of her sweat. Sharp giggles left her lips, turning her body fully to mine.

Artemis reached up with her clean and grasped my cheek. “We should do that again.”

I laughed, kissing her lips. “Already hungry for more?”

“I’m an animal, Onyx. I’m *always* hungry.”

After catching our breaths, I walked to the bathroom and wet a towel to clean ourselves up. Artemis insisted she could clean herself, but I ended up doing it because I wanted to. Taking care of my mate is my greatest joy and, begrudgingly, she allowed me to pamper her with kisses on her face and neck.

Once finished, I changed the bedsheets, laid my body beside her, and pulled her to my chest.

“Mine.” I whispered on her forehead.

“Mine.” She answered, hugging my chest.

*Ah, yes*! *Yes, yes, yes*!

Our peaceful relaxation would’ve if it hadn’t been interrupted by knocking on our door.

“Ignore them.” Artemis demanded, tucking her head under my chin.

But the knocks were persistent. I growled. Fucking hell, couldn’t this person just mind-link me instead of interrupting this moment with my destined mate?!

“What is it?!” I barked at the door.

“Sorry to interrupt, but lunch is ready!” Aiyana announced.

“We’re having lasagna!” Alana added. “It’s very cheesy!”

“Ah, it looks like we have to get dressed.” Artemis sighed, removing her head. I whimpered at the loss of her warmth. “Are my clothes still intact?”

“Yeah, but I’m keeping your panties."