Page 34 of Bonding the Band

Well, fuck. In for a penny, in for a pound. I reached one grabby hand toward him, and Arlo was on me in a second. The weight of him and the overwhelming surge of apple cider scent had my head swimming. I wanted every bit of him right this second. With my body still thrumming from my orgasm, I wrestled his pants open and used my toes to help push them farther down when they slipped beyond the reach of my fingers.

Arlo laughed against my skin, kissing his way up my shoulder and throat. “Haven’t seen that move before. Ten points for creative use of toes.”

Every instinct sang to have him this close to me, and my pussy throbbed, a silent demand that I do something about it immediately. “Condom?”

He pulled away to look down at me, gaze flicking from my face to my stomach, and I bit down on the whine that crawled up my throat. “You can’t getmorepregnant.”

My cheeks warmed. “No, but…”

“Ah, one second.” He snatched one of the frames on the wall and held it up proudly for me to see. It took me a hot second to realize what it was…An STI panel.

“Youframedit?”

“Some of us are proud to be in the clean peen club. We all are, by the way. After we figured out Hen had bonded someone, we all got tested to make sure you could be safely railed any way you might like. It was easy. We just stopped at a private clinic between tour stops.”

“Oh. My. God. What the hell have I bonded into?” Embarrassment clashed with desire. It was thoughtful, if a bit weird.

“Chaos,” Arlo replied. “But you’ll get used to it.”

I sat up to watch him replace the frame on the wall while trying not to think about how many people had probably been defiled in this bed.

A glint of light caught my attention, and my eyes were drawn to the delicate metal hoop pierced through the tip of his cock.

My mouth went dry. “Is that a…”

Arlo glanced down and then beamed at me. “A Prince Albert piercing? You bet that gorgeous ass it is. Want to touch it?”

No.

Yes?

The mere idea of it had sparks igniting in my brain. I swallowed hard. “Maybe?”

I reached out tentative fingers and was rewarded with his low, delighted groan when I made contact. Toying with the metal had Arlo dripping pre-cum, a shudder rolling through him. Of course, now that I was this close, I noticed something else that even the piercing couldn’t distract me from. A tattoo between the vee of his hips that readChoking Hazard. Good fucking god. If I weren’t feeling so incredible right now, that tattoo would have had me laughing all the way out the door.

I wasn’t able to play long before my hindbrain kicked up a fucking fuss, screaming I get as close as possible to this alpha.

Arlo was wicked fast, pressing me back into the bed, and I was locking every limb around him. My instincts never rode me this hard. I was pretty certain if we stopped now, I would simply perish.

“Ready for me, princess?”

“Yes,” I gasped out.

My brain blanked out, pleasure going off like a rocket as Arlo’s cock stretched me out. A purr erupted, and I couldn’t tell if it was his or mine or both as he adjusted carefully before fucking into me so hard I had to reach up to brace myself on the headboard.

“That’s my good little omega. Hold on tight.”

Before I could even wonder what that meant, he showed me. Arlo fucked like he was ravenous for me, his body driving into me and setting off fireworks with every impact of our hips. I didn’t recognize the sounds I made. I could hardly get a full breath as every thrust forced some new gasp or moan from my lips.

Arlo braced his hands on the headboard, adjusted his hips incrementally, and sent me over the fucking edge. My vision flared white, pleasure like molten lava in every cell. The world faded out until Arlo’s lips were gentle against mine, coaxing me back.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered.

Arlo chuckled, nipping my bottom lip. “You’re welcome.”

Chapter 15

Hendrix

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