Page 10 of Merciless & Mated

“Tell me when you’re ready to go out. We can delay a few hours more, but our time here isn’t unlimited before we’re expected back.”

“Let’s just get it over with.”

“Are you planning to be cooperative or am I going to have to restrain you?”

I couldn’t promise that I would behave, but saying so out loud felt like an invitation to be bound. “That depends on if you’re going to prevent anyone out there from touching me.”

“The only one getting their hands on you is me.”

Better one than many.

“I don’t know how I feel about having sex in front of people.”

“It’s fun if you can get out of your own head about it. In any case, I’ll have to at least touch you. Your heat will take longer to trigger if you’re just breathing in the hormones than if you’re being touched. I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

He sounded so sincere when he said it that I couldn’t help but believe him.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Nerves twisted in my belly, creating the oddest cocktail of sensations as they warred with the desire slowly pounding through my blood.

Marco whipped the blankets away and pulled me off the bed, opening the door and thrusting me out into the main room. The heat scents almost took me out at the knees, my pussy clenching and my breasts tightening. A good portion of the people out there turned to look at me and I felt every gaze like fire brushing my body. Marco’s presence at my back was a protective wall and I leaned into him, even knowing what was coming.

I whimpered, heat climbing up my spine and making my pussy throb.

Marco guided me over to one of the ostentatious leather benches where an omega was currently strapped down, being used, with an alpha at her hips and another at her face. I’d never seen a piece of furniture quite like it before, with seating wrapped around the central raised portion so the omega’s knees were supported and the alphas could use the bench as they pleased, with space along the long sides for others to make use of, leather cuffs dangling here and there for restraints. Marco spun me, sitting me down with my back against the raised portion of the bench, and kept a steady eye on me as he bound each of my wrists in a leather cuff, then each of my ankles while I was frozen and focused on not letting myself drown.

“I don’t trust you not to punch me again, so we’re keeping the cuffs on until you’re more amenable.”

Every moan out of the omega behind me was a battering ram against the doors of my control. Being so close to her made my own heat inevitable.

“Don’t fight it.” Marco dropped to his knees in front of me and wrapped his hand around my ankle just above the cuff. “Breathe in and let it happen.”

I shook my head, holding my breath until my head swam. His hands on each of my thighs pressing outwards triggered a gasp, and with it a rush of heat hormones invaded me. I tipped my head back, resting on the omega behind me, and flexing my muscles against the cuffs binding me. I could already feel slick gathering, feel the heat building in my body. Sweat prickled against my scalp and I struggled against the urge to ask Marco to take off the robe before I melted.

“Let it happen,” Marco repeated. “I won’t let anyone else touch you.”

My answering whimper had his bourbon and smoke scent rising. His hands slid up my thighs and I tried not to tremble, my panicked breathing as he slipped his fingers against my clit, making me dizzy.

“Fucking drenched,” he mused.

I tried to press my thighs together, but didn’t have enough range of motion with the cuffs on my ankles. “Marco, please?—”

He pressed his fingers into me, choking off my words. My fingers and toes curled, thighs shaking as he sank those fingers in to the hilt and started up a steady rhythm that had words dying on my tongue, all of my desperate panting dragging me closer to the edge of my heat.

Grinding my teeth together didn’t help, nor did digging my nails into my palms, nor did imagining the thousands of ways I would make everyone who had put me in this position pay for it one day.

Marco’s mouth found my skin again, his teeth teasing down the length of my throat and over my shoulder as he nudged the robe down. I squeezed around his fingers, even knowing it wouldn’t stop the movement. Pleasure built in a tight ball, every stroke inside me pushing me up the peak until I shattered for him with a strangled cry and a rush of slick.

As if it broke some invisible barrier, my orgasm spurred him into action, his hands clutching at the robe and tearing it open, his mouth diving back against me, his touch gliding over my sweat-dampened skin. I writhed against him, mind and body at war. The rapidly declining rational part of my brain wanted to run away from here and find some way to get back home, but if he stopped touching me I was liable to implode.

Even above the thick cloud of scents in this place, his smoke and bourbon rang clear in my nose, coaxing me to give in.

I was so warm. Too warm. Every bit of the robe still touching me chafed my skin. The whine I let out had a dozen eyes fastening onto me and Marco’s growl in response to their attention lit me up like fireworks.

“Marco, fuck, I—” I bucked hard against his hand when he thrust it between my thighs again, riding his fingers to seek my own pleasure as the edges of my heat threatened to swallow me whole.

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