Page 59 of Bonding the Band

Meadow growled. “Shut up and kiss me, Hendrix.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. The taste of her unlocked buried memories, flickers of taking her apart filling my brain, teasing me with whispers of what was to come. Meadow kissed me like she was on a mission, her leg thrown over me, pressing me closer.

I didn’t need that little bottle of rum when I could get drunk on her. Her perfume was so thick in the air, I probably could have tasted it just sticking my tongue out. I’d rather get it from the source. She whined against my lips when I swept my hands down her body to cup her ass and pull her closer.

Meadow nipped my lip and pulled back, breathing heavily. “Have you really not touched anyone since Seattle?”

I shook my head. “I think my libido knew I was bonded, even if my brain didn’t.”

“Good. Now I want you to fuck me, so we can make you some new memories.”

I dove back into the kiss and wrestled away her barely there shorts and panties.

She helpfully lifted her hips and dug her fingers into my butt cheeks.

“You have to let me get undressed.”

“You can’t stop touching me,” she insisted. Her wide green eyes were so plaintive, I couldn’t help but do my best to fulfill her request. With a little creativity, I managed to wriggle out of my clothing. Meanwhile, she was sprawled in the nest in full Winnie the Pooh mode, with her bare pussy calling me and the rest ofher firmly ensconced in clothing. I traced every available inch of her skin, learning each dip and curve and how she reacted to those touches. A needy omega wasn’t difficult to please, but I had a reputation to uphold, and I wasnotgoing to make her regret inviting me into her bed.

The bite of her nails on my ass when she found the bond mark sent a zing of pleasure up my spine, and I lowered automatically to sweep my tongue over the mark I had left on her throat. It was strange how familiar and yet how new everything was with her. Each of her reactions was like an echo, triggering the recesses of my memories without fully bringing them to the surface.

I sank into everything she offered, drowning in her sweetness, plastering myself against the warmth of her skin. Stripping her down slowly, I sampled the fresh expanse of skin offered up. Every bit of her was a feast. When she arched again, I sucked her nipple between my lips, stroking it with my tongue, digging my fingers into her hips, and grinding against her.

Once she was a mess of slick and bucking impatiently against me, I finally slid into her. The snug heat of her was like coming home, and I devoured every delicious sound that she made as our hips moved together. Her nails dug into my back, tiny streaks of pain dancing over me as my omega pawed at me, demanding more and more. The strangled sound she made with every hard fuck into her was music, a siren call I was helpless to ignore.

“Why do you taste so fucking good?” I moaned. “It’s not fair. You really just expect me to go about my day when I know we could be in here, doing this?”

Meadow responded by hooking her arm around my neck and drawing me in to silence my words with her lips. Her ankles locked behind my back as she shattered, breaking our kiss to pant.

Being in the nest with her was like surround sound, all of those delicious noises bouncing off the walls and ceiling, making it feel like she was everywhere at once.

The squeeze of her pussy almost took me over the edge, but I held still, focusing on my breathing until those ripples calmed. My sweet Meadow was still so keyed up that she started to twitch when I moved again, her breathing already shifting to tell me she was climbing that peak once more.

“Knot?” she asked breathlessly.

“Anything for you, beautiful.”

I lifted away from her just enough to get the angle I wanted, bucking hard while she gave a soft cry at each impact of our hips.

“Hendriiix,” she whined. “Knot!”

More than willing to obey, I fucked her to a quick ending for both of us, my fingers diving between us to stroke her clit until she dragged me over the peak with her, my knot swelling to trap us together and setting her off once more.

Her little nails were as locked into my shoulders as my knot was into her pussy. “Holy fuck.”

I rolled us over, draping her on my chest and looping my arms over her back. It took a while for her breathing to even out, and when it did, she rubbed her cheek along my jaw to scent mark me.

“You’d better remember me this time.”

I laughed softly. “I will, I promise.”

Meadow was a dream, one I fully intended to keep for as long as I could.

Chapter 24

Arlo

That lucky fucker.

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