Page 138 of Rut Bar

He mumbles something against his gag and arches his back. His hips slam back to meet her as their skin smacks together with every thrust. The bow of his spine makes the bindings pull tight. Too tight? I put a hand on his shoulder and push him back down to the desk, then I lay a hand on his head to keep him there. I hold him down for her.

“Shh. Toys don’t participate, boy,” I warn him, my voice rumbling with a barely contained growl. “They get used and then put away when their owner’s done playing with them.” To drive the point home, that this is my gift to Veronica, and it’s about her pleasure, not his, I hit the function button on the remote with my free hand.

“Fuck, oh my God, oh my God, ohmyfuckinggod.” Veronica stops thrusting and grinds, her toy buried to the hilt in his ass while the toy switches from a constant thrum to a series of shuddering pulses.

She whimpers, her hips stuttering as her aching pussy moves like it wishes it was filled. Stuffed full of cock. My cock. But the rope binds her pussy tight. It keeps the vibrations of her strap-on pulsing against her trapped clit. So I wait. I’m a patient man, no matter how pretty my prize is.

Reaching over, I brush my hand over her harness. Palm the weight of her breast. Pinch her nipple until her closed eyes flutter open. They struggle to focus on me, and I love how undone I’ve made her. How a bit of rope and vibration makes her look at me with an expression that screamsfuck me now. Practically begs me for it.

“Do you want to come, sweetheart?” My thumb rubs across the remote. “Want some help?” She nods. Whimpers.

I kick off from leaning against the desk and come behind her, pressing my weight against her back. God, she’s so petite. Even with her high heels, her head still easily tucks under my chin. I give Anthony the remote so he can toy with them while I help her fuck him.

Grabbing the rope along her hips, I use them like handles as I thrust. I rub my clothed cock against her butt. She surges forward, pushing against Jamie, whose body moves up and down the desk as I pantomime fucking the both of them. I’m rougher than she’s been so far. From Jamie’s stifled moans, he’s not upset by it. Veronica stiffens against me before finally going limp. Her surrender is all that much sweeter for the struggle. I know it cost her.

She leans her weight on Jamie as I take over and drive things. I make them fuck harder, faster, deeper than she dared. His hips will probably be bruised from the desk when I’m finished. Anthony has fun clicking through the different functions and speeds on the remote. The vibrator’s buzz adds to the filthy sounds our bodies make. Together, Anthony and I reduce them into panting, trembling messes of need.

The ropes dig into her soft thighs as I twist them, hold her tight, and make her fuck Jamie like she owns him. Like the toy he is. Possessively. He’s not delicate. Not made of glass. He’s an alpha. And he’s taking her cock so well. Like he was made for this.

Her breath stutters as she holds it, and that’s how I know she’s close.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Make him come with your knot in his ass.”

I pull her back against me and bury my nose in her hair. I drag it down the scent gland in her neck. Lick it, cleaning off the perspiration of her efforts until only her sweet orange scent is there. The unique scent that’s all her. The one I crave.

“Look at the way he takes you,” I tell her. “He’s hungry for your cock. Your knot. I know you can make him come without touching his dick.”

Curled around her, I grip her by her harness and pull her tight against me. Make her spine arch. The rope pulls taut, digs harder into skin. Sends vibrations deeper. It’s time.

“Now, Anthony.”

I slam my hips hard and pin her deep inside Jamie. She comes with a cry, her hips going still. My teeth scrape over her gland. They find the ball of firmer tissue right there under the skin. I suck it into my mouth, and then I bite. Veronica gasps, going rigid against me as my teeth puncture.

The taste of metal and oranges floods my mouth. Working my jaw, scissoring deeper, I bite her harder. This isn’t an omega’s timid nibbling. It’s a claiming bite. Brutal. Efficient. I gnaw my claim into her soul. Hold her under me until, after a few tense seconds, the bond snaps into place. And then I let her go so I can tend to it. Clean and savor it.

Purring, I lap my bite marks clean until she sags against me. We stay like that, her leaning on Jamie while I hold her upright against me, until she catches her breath.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Anthony says.

In the bond, she’s floating from the high of a good orgasm and the mellowing bliss from being claimed. It’s nature’s cruel failsafe. The bond doesn’t care if she wanted this or loved me. If she was fighting me or happy. The flood of chemicals lighting up her brain tells her she’s safe with me. She’s mine. All of these are true. But it wouldn’t have mattered to her if they weren’t.

My hindbrain relaxes for the first time in weeks.Safe. Mine. Mated.Our pack isn’t completed yet, but it will be soon.

From the thickness of her pheromones, her next heat is close. Very close. Maybe two weeks away instead of the three I had marked on the tracking app I downloaded after her last one.

Through our bond, I catch a hint of Jamie and Anthony. An echo. Arousal. Need. Curiosity. Bliss from Jamie. His coconut scent turns her orange pheromones tropical. I’ll bet the desk is covered in his cum from her knot rubbing against his prostate. There’s no jealousy in me, which is good. I’m the first to mark her. Claim her. As the top alpha, this was my right. Although I’m not stupid enough to say it out loud where she can hear me.

Veronica makes a sleepy sound of contentment and wiggles like she wants me to get off her. Jamie gasps underneath her, his spine going rigid. She’s forgotten they’re tied.

“Shh,” I tell her, stroking a hand down her rope-covered side. “Not yet, sweetheart. Your knot’s still inflated inside him.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry. God, I hate when it tugs like that. I can’t believe I forgot about the knot.”

I pick her hair off her face, smoothing it back and pressing a kiss against her temple. “It’s okay. You were distracted. And I don’t think Jamie minds it so much.”

“Were you a good boy for me? Did you come, pet?” she asks him.

Jamie mumbles a string of muffled words against his gag, and I nod to Anthony, who hits the button to deflate the knot. I press a kiss against her cheek. “Let me take care of him and then I’ll check on your bite mark.”

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