The Feral Alpha(14)
Kristi's good hand curled into his hair, pressing him down further. The need for satisfaction consumed her body while her brain clung to faint worries. The heat exploded inside her as Jay swirled his tongue around her clit. The pressure heaved inside her, flooding her senses with tingling prickles. Her concerns were washed away as her back arched. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the cavern.
Jay didn't stop, though. Even with her delight pounding at his senses, her pleasure stabbing into his own core. He slammed down his wall of self-discipline. Her fingers dug painfully into his scalp as her gasps became ragged and harsh, wave after wave of pleasure bowling into her. His mouth continued to work at her pussy as she wriggled and writhed and screamed beneath his tongue.
She felt she would melt into the very floor. Jay's expert mouth worked his way along her slit, her clit, inside her. He could read her desires and understand her incoherent whimpers. Her heart swelled and ebbed with the tidal waves of pleasure that coursed through her veins. Her thoughts became scraps of sound and heat and nonsense.
Hormones buzzed along every synapse and made her skin flame with tingles. Her body tensed and relaxed, offered another bout of release while in the midst of a hot afterglow. She whipped her head from side to side as her thighs involuntarily trembled around Jay's head. Her moans heightened in decibel with every writhe of his tongue and tease of his teeth.
He grinned against her sex. Her satisfaction was all he wanted. Whatever happened, Kristi would have this one night of complete and utter gratification. And that's what she deserved. Instead of focusing on tomorrow, though, Jay focused on the present.
CHAPTER TEN
Being back on the streets of Goldbridge brought a surreal sense of consciousness to Jay's mind. It didn't help that the typically bustling city was as quiet as a ghost town. As part of Delta squad, he had loot duty, which meant hurling a brick through the window of Birch's Drug Store.
As the moon spied down on him through the broken glass, Jay rushed through the aisles. He grabbed anything of worth: aspirin, disinfectant, gauze, splints, food, etc. His ears pricked up at every slight sound from raccoons fumbling about in a dumpster to the far-off chaos of his pack; every minor sound sent his mental alarms screaming. Get in and get out while the omega squad distracted the Sentinels. That was the plan.
Jay turned to the doorway, heaving the burlap sack full of stolen goodies. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. He had forgotten the rush stealing things had gotten his teenage self. Adjusting his grip on the bag, he trudged to the doorway. Maybe he had overestimated the skills of his former Sentinels. This had been embarrassingly easy. Or, perhaps, many of them were on the opposite side of town, foolishly fending off the decoys. Even then, the feral alarm wasn't screaming. Where was everyone?
When Jay stepped out onto the street, though, it was a different story. Two growls harmonized on either side of him. He ducked just before one of the lycans slashed him into ribbons. Rolling away, Jay hauled his loot after him before standing to face the two Sentinels.
Once he got a look at them, Jay realized he'd forgotten their names. Had he been away that long? The two were familiar, but they hadn't been friendly with him in the past. Judging from the way their eyes widened when they got a look at him, he guessed they knew who he was. His fingers flexed in anticipation.
The blonde female stepped forward, her eyebrows furrowing. “Jay Ward?”
The other Sentinel's voice dipped down to levels of complete disgust, “Did those ferals brainwash you?”
“No,” Jay grunted, his muscles tense. What were they waiting for?
The male Sentinel's lip curled in a sneer, “Then what the hell are you doing?”
“The pack needs supplies; I'm taking them,” Jay replied, feeling somewhat anti-climactic. Frankly, he hadn't anticipated the Sentinels to actually bother talking to him. He expected a bloody brawl almost as soon as he was found out. It would have been easier than exchanging words.
However, it seemed the two Sentinels hesitated in attacking him. Perhaps the sense of surrealism was catching. The two exchanged looks, confused and uncertain. It was enough of a break for Jay. He bolted down the street, a map of Goldbridge lighting up in his head.
“Hey, get back here!” the woman screamed before two pairs of feet slammed after him.
Jay ducked down an alleyway, his feet guiding him among the familiar landscape. More than once, he had chased ferals through the back alleys of Goldbridge. A faint guilt swelled in his chest as he realized he never knew what happened to the ferals he apprehended. Jay shook it off. There was no point dwelling in it while being pursued.