Page 140 of Rut Bar

This is a night she’ll never forget. The night she accepted me as her alpha. The night I gave her a gift, something she never thought of for herself. The night we got her past one of her hurdles and I rewarded her with the knowledge she can have multiple orgasms outside of a heat.

“Good girl,” I growl, my neck cording with the strain to not follow her down. “Another.”

“I can’t. I…” Veronica fidgets, her arms slipping. She’s quick to put them back into position. To submit, though it’s her instinct to fight the need she tries so hard to suppress with everyone but us.

“You can. You will.Now.” I punctuate each sentence with a thrust. “When I give you an order, your response isyes, Sir,orthank you. Do you understand?”

She hesitates. And that makes her eventual submission all the sweeter. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl. This pussy was made to come on my cock, so you’re going to have another one before I give you what you want. What you’ve earned.”

“Th-thank you,” she moans.

I grab one of her wrists and pull her arm from the small of her back, laying it at her side. “Play with your clit, omega. Make yourself come again.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She works her hand between her thighs. Her pussy tightens around me as she strokes her clit.

Fuck, this omega’s gonna be the end of me. I close my eyes to shut out the sight of her rope-marked skin and think of the most boring things I can think of so that I don’t come too soon. The alternative minimum tax formula. Capital gains and losses. Rut should buy Moriah and Rob a new work van so they can write it off as a business expense and reduce her tax liability. I’ll have to remember to talk to her about it when?—

I feel the first clenching pulses of her release before I hear her moans. “Good girl. That’s it. Come on my cock.” Her pussy squeezes my cock so hard that it’s like it’s trying to shove me out. I push in deeper so I don’t miss a single delicious flutter. She’s been such a good girl. She deserves to have a cock to come on. To be stuffed full and satisfied instead of achy and empty.

My fingers trace the deep lines scored into her body as I chase my orgasm. I use her fluttering to find my release. My gut tightens, and I know it’s inevitable. There’s no stopping it now. It’s hers. All hers. Forever and always now. We’re tied in more ways than the knot I’m about to pop inside her.

My inflating knot rubs against her opening. It catches, barely popping in and out with each deep thrust. When it’s too swollen to slide free without tugging, I push it in deeper and give into the urge to come. Everything tightens, the pressure building, until finally it releases with the first pump of cum. Jets of it fill her as my cock kicks inside her until she’s drained me dry, my knot keeping her stoppered. It’s the only thing between us and an absolute mess as I pump what feels like a year’s worth of cum inside her tight, hot pussy.

So full. But that sensation is hers, not mine.Oh, fuck.The feedback through the bond makes coming inside her intense. If this is how good it is now, then her heat will be… It might actually kill me.But what a way to go.

I grin, my hips canting one last time so I can savor the sucking way her body struggles to stay latched onto me. She stops panting to groan as I grind my knot inside her, enjoying the way her walls tighten around my knot as a reminder that we’re tied.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That was good.” A glint of gold in my periphery catches my attention. “You get all the stars.” I grab the sheet of stickers from the desk and peel one off. “Your pussy is perfect.” I stick it on her ass. “You milk my cock so well.” This one goes on her hip. “You’re like your scent. Tart to others who can’t appreciate you, but you’re perfectly sweet for your pack. You care about your people. You work hard. And you don’t ask anyone to do something you wouldn’t do yourself. You’ve built an amazing business and showed everyone who said you couldn’t do it they were wrong. Your work does good things for omegas, and they’re lucky to have you. You are the sweetest, most beautiful, most loyal omega I’ve ever known. I’m so lucky I found you.”

By the time I’m done, she’s covered in gold star stickers and she’s blushing. Inside the bond, she’s incandescent with pleasure.

Once my knot’s softened enough, I pull free and help her up. I take her into my arms and hold her tight, my chin resting on the top of her head. I drag in a deep breath and savor the moment. I’ll never tire of holding her, smelling her perfume, or knowing she’s mine now. And I’m hers.

“I love you,” I tell her, enjoying how sweet she is deep down. She’s embarrassed, but pleased. My girl’s not used to the praise she needs. With me, she’ll get it in bucketfuls. Whether she likes it or not. Because I plan to take care of her. Forever. And sometimes that means giving her what she needs even if she doesn’t know it.

Her arms tighten as she holds me back. “I love you too.” We stay like that for a while, enjoying the easy silence. But then she surprises me by saying, “I want to mark you too.”

My heart trips in my chest. “I’d be honored.”

“Lean down,” she orders. “Please.”

I lean down and savor the slide of her hands over my neck. Enjoy the way she tugs my collar aside. The slide of her nose along my skin. Her lips kiss my scent gland, and then she sucks it into her mouth and her teeth notch around it.

The bite of her teeth is a brief flicker of pain followed by the bliss of the bond snapping once more. It echoes, and our connection deepens. Like the ripples of a tranquil water as a stone sinks, forever changing the landscape of the lake below. In the periphery of our connection, I sense Jamie and Anthony, too. My pack mates are patient and calm. I couldn’t have asked for better men to do this with. I tug Veronica closer and hug her tight while she tends it, licking it clean.

We stay like that for a while, savoring the newness of this thing I never thought I’d find. After a beat, she drags in a deep breath and then lets it out with a sigh. “Can I clean all this cum off me now? It’s drying.”

“Hmm. I’ll think about it,” I say. “I kind of like the idea of you having to get dressed with Jamie’s cum all over you and mine dripping down your thighs.”

Veronica makes a little indignant snort. “Gross.”

But she doesn’t mean it. There’s a part of her that likes the idea of being claimed so primitively. Covered in our scents. I could get used to this bond thing. It makes reading her so fucking easy.

Grinning, I rub my arms up and down her back, give her one last squeeze, and then release her so I can smack her on her ass. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I want to do. Leave the cum and your gold stars. You can put your clothes on over top.”

Veronica rolls her eyes, but picks her clothes up and gets dressed. Under her breath, she mumbles something about payback. I pretend I didn’t hear her as I gather up all the dirty rope that needs washing and shove it all into a zippered laundry bag.

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