He pressed her against a wall while navigating the pack-house; her mouth consumed his as his hands tugged at her garments, ultimately resulting in their tearing each other’s clothing off. She was indifferent to their surroundings; her want for him, her yearning to Mate and be Mated, was overwhelming. Nothing else was significant as she shouted out as he seized her forcefully against the wall, driving her claws into his back while screaming in ecstasy, feeling him penetrate deeply with a guttural grunt.
“Damn,” he said. “We must proceed to our room.”
She surveyed her surroundings, her need temporarily fulfilled. “What is our location?”
“The omega stairwell,” he said, gazing at her. The most secure location for you at this moment is where the doors remain perpetually closed.
She affirmed, “Grip onto me; Maddis and I will transport us at maximum wolfen velocity.” Subsequently, they ascended the stairway. Proceeding into the Alpha corridor and into their suite.
She exhaled audibly as he placed her in the ensuite, saying, “Shower, you’re overheated and require cooling.” She stood and saw him activate the shower, asking, “Is it perpetually like this?” She enquired, already sensing Tyler navigating within her thoughts once more.
“I can be,” he affirmed. “I should have recognised it when you were perspiring this morning.”
“I was unaware.” She exhaled deeply and massaged her abdomen, seeing his gaze shift to her actions. He drew her into the shower with him. She let him to cleanse her, the water was refreshing, and his touches on her body provided comfort. However, they did not believe they would successfully exit the shower. She could already hear Tyler growling; she found the discomfort of her heat intolerable.
“Luke.”
“I am aware that the bed will be..
Tyler lunged forward with speed and aggression, forcefully pushing Bella to the recesses of her consciousness. Caught off guard, he was thrust into the shower door, which broke beneath the impact as Tyler attempted to assert his dominance.
Tyler glared at him while restraining him on the floor, indifferent to the glass under him. One hand clutched his throat firmly, while the other pressed into his chest to immobilise him. “Calm down,” she said. Bellay attempted to communicate with her wolf, was met with a growl, and perceived via Tyler’s perspective as Maddis confronted Tyler, his mate, who had assumed control of Luke’s body.
He felt his hands grip her tightly, while their two wolves engaged in a fierce struggle for dominance, attempting to mate aggressively. Tyler, however, never relinquished his hold on his throat, snarling and growling at him, seemingly intent on choking the life out of her mate. Maddis hissed and growled in response as they wrestled on the floor, vying for dominance in the mating ritual.
It appears that both individuals exhibited primordial behaviour as a result of Tyler’s oestrus cycle. She was unable to restrain Tyler; no amount of verbal admonishment or shouting for her to compose herself proved effective, and thereafter, she was only experiencing the ecstasy of being Mated as Tyler engaged with Maddis in her urgent desire for fulfilment.
She remained sprawled on Luke’s body on the bathroom floor as Tyler eventually withdrew. Once her mating urge subsided, her respiration became laboured and intense; it took her a full minute to get her breath and elevate herself to gaze down at him. His throat bore a complete handprint from Tyler’s grasp. “Are you well?”She exhaled audibly.
“Tyler strangled you,” she said as she rose from him.
“We will be fine,” he assured her. “It was Maddis, not I.” He rose, turned, and examined his reflection in the mirror.
Bella exhaled deeply. She observed glass lodged in his back and limbs, nearly covering his entire body. “Allow me.” She shook her head and began to get the glass from him; she was certain that Maddis would restore him promptly, yet that did not justify Tyler’s conduct. “I am uncertain about her condition.”
“Do not be concerned,” he said, tilting her chin forward. “Maddis genuinely appreciated it,” he observed, shaking his head slightly. “He appreciates her strength and her willingness to contest him for dominance, which genuinely excites him.”
Bella murmured, “Both of our wolves are insane.”
“It seems that way,” he acknowledged. “Turn around; allow me to examine you,” he instructed when she could no longer locate any glass in him. She observed him extract half a dozen pieces personally and shook her head.
“She appears quite irate and is averse to the pain.”
“Bella, it is acceptable.” We are well; is she settled?“
“Indeed, reclining, yet not slumbering.” She gazed up at him. “It is not concluded; her ears are flattened.”
“Understood.” He directed her towards the shower, and they cleansed themselves again before navigating through the glass to the bedroom. “You lie down in bed; I will attend to the glass.”
