I’d have to tell him about it later so Karma could get the lecture he deserved.
Leaning one shoulder against the wall, I skimmed my eyes down Crescent. Her pale skin, parted thighs, Karma’s knot stretching her out. His fresh bond mark on her neck, that he was nursing—it seemed to be helping pull him back from the edge of madness, at least.
If she’d found her door closed, someone was working against us. It was a miracle Karma found her first.
And he’d obviously found someone else before her, from the streaks of blood on his skin, some of the red transferring to her pale hips.
We were dangerously exposed if alphas were prowling around here to hunt us.
The shirt she wore covered her torso, but when Karma realized I was watching, he slid the fabric up and cupped her breast in his palm.
Crescent whined, squirming over his knot, and god, that pink flush to her cheeks was tantalizing.
Karma’s fingers tweaked her nipples, and the way she moaned…
Fuck.
Goddamn Karma wasclearlystill feral.
“We can’t stay here.”
It took every fibre of my restraint not to continue staring at her as my cock throbbed. I glanced down the hall in each direction, trying to get my bearings. We needed privacy. Nearby. Were there any empty rooms that wouldn’t be locked?
I spotted a distinctive peony art piece on the grey stone wall down one end.
Jogging down to the end, I followed the hastily spray-painted floral down a few feet to a metal door. I hauled it open and peeked inside.
No scent except dust and dampness. It was a small room, almost a closet, with a couple of flattened boxes on the floor.
I went back to the hall where Karma stood with Crescent, gesturing to them to come.
He had her suspended in the air, his hands holding her thighs as she clutched at his arms. She was wide-eyed and unsteady, a sheen of lust still glazing her expression.
I shouldprobablyhelp… But I didn’t really know how, so instead, I watched him waddle, one tiny step at a time. He couldn’t jostle her too much or he might hurt her on his knot.
Oh, and his pants were still around his ankles, Crescent’s sweats hanging from one of her feet with the fabric trailing along the ground.
It took painfully long for the hulking, feral alpha, still knotted in our tiny omega, to inch down the hallway so we could all duck into the hiding spot.
Finally, the door shut. Watching Karma’s rough hands on Crescent’s thighs made my balls ache, especially when she squirmed to readjust herself on his cock.
We were hidden now.
And she was… knotted.
Would be for a while.
God, I wished I could make the most of this. But I was the only sane one here. Karma was half feral and Crescent had settled into her instincts when he caught her, blissfully ignorant of the harsh reality.
We didn’t actually know where the fuck Vandle and Phantom were—and thoseassholesowed me for making me pass up a golden opportunity.
“How long do you think?” I asked.
Karma and Crescent stared blankly at me.
“Until the knot deflates,” I clarified. We needed her free from his cock as soon as possible.
“Uh,” he grunted. “Dunno.”