Crave (Shadow Bred, #4)

by Grace McGinty

Men I’d loved for so many years before I’d had to make a choice between them and Quinn. And I’d always choose Quinn’s safety over my happiness. Every damn time.

“Easy there, mate. Gotta chew before you swallow. Deep throating is for masturbation, not mastication. That's what my maker always said.”

Susannah had reached out and punched the big vampire in the tit. She’d hit a fucking vampire in the chest to shut him up. Fuck, we were going to die.

“This is your second chance, Spitfire. This is your chance to be happy. You don’t accept the suit of anyone who doesn’t worship the very ground you walk on. Who doesn’t accept you and Quinn for who you are. You deserve to be treated like perfection, not as some fucking backwards Alpha’s chew toy. You deserve the world. Don’t accept anything less.”

“Are you Alpha-splaining Omegas to me, an actual Omega, right now?”

😂😂😂

“You should know that Quinn is going off his Omega masking meds, so he’s a bit more…” “Volatile?” Merrick supplied. Quinn snorted. “Horny. All those denied urges are just racing back to the surface, so I apologize if I stare at you like you’re a piece of prime rib.” I gave him a cocky smirk. “Anything you need, Omega. You just have to ask.” Quinn blinked in surprise at the honorific. We often called people by their designations as a sign of respect, or sometimes in the bedroom. I would never call Merrick “Alpha” while he was fucking me, but if Susannah was beneath me, whispering “Alpha” to me as I fucked her? Mmph.

Can we keep them? I mouthed in his direction. He grinned back at me, before mouthing back, Absolutely.

When I arrived back in the clearing, everyone was now dressed. Fair enough; no one wanted their tackle hanging out during a wildfire. Wrong kind of sausage sizzle.

“If you need anything”—a nest, treats, cock, my cubs—“all you need to do is ask. Murphy and I are here for the both of you.”

“I did say anything, I guess.” I dipped my lips closer to Quinn’s ear. “And Tanner is pretty damn hot.” “He also has above average hearing,” Tanner teased from the front.

“My poor Omega,” I whispered against his lips. “Soon I’ll get you out of these clothes and into a nest. And then I’m going to fuck you, fill you full of my cubs, knot you deep until the only thing you can feel—the only thing you can think of—is the feel of my cock inside you.”

“It smells like a whorehouse on a two-for-one night out here,” he groaned. “The natives think you’re all perverts.”

I needed her to come, and then come again before I could get off. I wasn’t competitive by nature, but I’d be damned if I was going to embarrass myself in a room full of fucking primal Manix.

I was stuffed. How did Manix do that every twenty minutes for days on end? It was fucking lunacy. Merrick laughed from where he was nuzzling against Quinn’s shoulder. Whoops. I’d said that out loud. “That’s just the beginning,” Murphy purred. “Welcome to the frenzy.”

Something got in my eye, and I blinked it away rapidly. Yeah. That’s what was happening. There was no crying in baseball.

“What?” Quinn gasped, his eyes whipping to Tanner. “You came back here to confess, knowing they might decide to kill you?” He punched our vampire in the arm, hard. “You fucking dick.”

“Curiosity, I guess. It might have killed the cat, but I’m already dead.” He laughed at his own joke, and Bowie laughed along with him. It was undead humor, and the ghost of my deceased twin had a warped sense of humor to start with.

“Murphy,” I warned. With a dramatic sigh, he lifted his boot and leaned down to pull the kid to his feet. He slapped his back. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But you know what happens when you’re brave and stupid? You end up dead. Work on that.” My mate walked over to me, barely holding back his smirk.

Like a Boy Scout and a serial killer, it always paid to be prepared.

“I mean, he did go full Sting ‘Every Breath You Take’ for a decade, watching you guys from afar like a creeper. But I don’t think he was doing it in a jack-off-in-the-bushes kind of way. More like a guardian angel who couldn’t actually help you.”

“They are really fucking hot, though, right? I mean, look at that ass. I bet he can crack walnuts with that.” Merrick stood up, looking over at me, an amused expression on his face. “Bowie, the rock means everyone can hear your inside voice on the fucking outside,” I hissed, but I was the only one who could see Bowie’s look of horror.

“Goddess, this feels so good. I have to top more often.” Murphy let out a dirty chuckle from the other side of the bed. “I volunteer as tribute.” The idea of this Omega fucking his Alpha was wild.