Page 43 of Cause Of Death

I’m so tired, so very fucking tired, but also so very horny. Thank fuck that we’re finally on our way back home, because if I don’t get a proper shower and then burrow into my nest in the next few hours, I’m probably going to snap. Again.

Leslie and Kimberley are up front, with Leslie driving. Adam and Henley are in the middle row, Adam cradling Kieran in his lap while I straddle Hen’s legs and snuggle into his warm body. Steve is in one of the seats behind us, keeping an eye on the strange alpha he and Adam took prisoner. Leslie used their rope-tying skills to truss the guy up like a Thanksgiving turkey, both gagging and blindfolding the alpha before Steve knocked him out with a single punch. There’s a tension in Adam’s body whenever he glances back over his shoulder at the unconscious man, one that tells me that he, at least, knows who this guy is.

I suck down lungfuls of Henley’s scent, nuzzling my face into his broad chest. After all the excitement and expending somuch energy shifting back and forth into my incorporeal form, I thought I would have crashed out by now, but I’m wide awake.

And horny.

Sofuckinghorny.

A growing ache spreads from between my legs, radiating up my body and twisting my gut into a chaotic mess. I shift my hips slightly, hoping that a little friction might ease my need, but what I get instead is a rather large bulge pressing up into my pussy. I bite down on my lower lip to stifle the needy moan rising up from my chest, and rock my hips over Henley’s once more.

You know, just to check.

“I can smell your sweet perfume growing thicker with your need, little Wisp. You can’t wait, can you? You’ve beensucha good girl, watching over our omega boy and protecting him, making sure that the only alpha who will knot and bite him is the one he’s chosen.” Henley’s words are soft, a direct contrast to his hold on me. His grip tightens, imprisoning me in his embrace as he grinds my aching core back and forth over his swelling cock.

“You’ve held it back for so long, waiting for me, for my cock and knot. I can’t wait to taste you and have you coming on my tongue, having your slick flood my senses as you gush over my face. But we can’t do that in the car now, can we?”

I whine with wordless need, no longer needing Henley’s hands to direct my movements. My panties are drenched despite the pads that had been packed for me, my arousal dripping from my pussy and leaving behind a rather large wet patch on Henley’s leg where I’ve been grinding.

“Please,” I beg, flames licking at my skin, my pulse thundering in my ears as my heat rushes forward, threatening to overwhelm me. “Hen, please. I… I can’t…”

“Sshhh, little Wisp. I’ve got you.”

Henley spins me around on his lap so my back is pressed against his chest, his left arm circling my torso. His hand lightlycircles my throat and grips my chin, tilting my head so his mouth can reach mine. His other arm rests low around my hips, perfectly situated to allow his right hand to plunge down the front of my leggings and beneath my panties, his fingers finding and strumming my swollen clit with unerring accuracy.

He swallows my moans as his fingers dance over my flesh, his hold on me firm and unrelenting as he drowns me in a vortex of pleasure. I’m only able to move my hips in tiny increments, my pussy aching to be filled in a way it’s never been before.

Henley’s mouth devours mine with a single-minded focus, his tongue invading and battling mine for dominance. I fight back despite knowing I’ll never win. The glide of his tongue is followed by a burst of intense flavor, sweet with a citric after bite. I whine again as Henley’s lips pull away from mine, making me chase after them. I’m frustrated with the unanswered need sweeping through my system, desperate for more than Henley’s fingers teasing over my clit.

“What do you need, Disa? I’m trying my best to wait, to make this perfect for you. You deserve better than to be fucked—to take my knot for the first time—while sitting in the back of a car.”

“You, Henley. What I need is you. I don’t give a fuck if we’re in the back of a car, because I’m surrounded by my family, my pack. I’ve made you wait long enough, Alpha. Don’t wait another minute to make me yours, please?”

My begging works. A low throbbing hum resonates in Henley’s chest as his purr revs into being, soothing me while coiling the desire tighter in my belly with each thrumming vibration. He lifts me up to fumble with the waistband of his jeans, pushing them down over his hips and to mid-thigh before yanking my own leggings and panties down my legs to my ankles. My legs splay open over the spread of his lap, the skin of my inner thighs shiny and slippery from the slick seeping out of my pussy.

Henley’s cock juts proudly between my legs, the dark skin of his crown is flushed and shining with pre-cum. The sight of his engorged flesh nestling so close to where I want it buried makes my mouth water, and I rock my hips until it’s sliding between my slippery pussy lips, the tip nudging across my clit with every movement.

“Fuck, little Wisp, you feel so good. You’re so wet, and it’s all for me, isn’t it? The thought of me stuffing you full of my cock, knotting you until your belly is swollen with my cum, it has you dripping with need, doesn’t it?”

Henley’s muttered words tease and tantalize, causing my heat to spiral to the next level. Sweat pours from my skin as I start grinding in earnest, desperate to be filled by my alpha. He shifts beneath me, his cock disappearing, and I whine in despairing protest.

“Sshh, omega. I’m not going anywhere,” Henley soothes, and keeps his promise. The firm head of his cock breaches the entrance of my pussy, pushing and pulsing as he slowly parts the clenching muscles of my channel. It’s the most beautiful invasion, perfect in every way. Hot and hard, thick and long, Henley’s dick doesn’t stop until I’m stuffed full, the edge of his swelling knot pressed against my opening. It’s a homecoming I never expected, filling an emptiness inside of me I never knew was there, completing me. For once, I finally feel whole.

“Are you ready for me, Disa? Do you accept me, all of me, in all ways?”

I don’t like the thread of hesitancy twisting through the gentle question, as though Henley is doubting my commitment to him and our pack.

“Fuck me, Hen. Fuck me until I’m begging for your knot, and then stuff me full of it. Bite me, bond me, make me as much yours as you are mine.”

A primal, possessive growl rips from Henley’s chest as he responds to my demands. He lifts my body, sliding me off his cock before slamming me back down with a violence that goes straight to my head. Pleasure spears through me, echoing the movement of his cock plunging into my pussy, my flesh stretching obscenely around his girth. Waves of ecstasy crash through me, sending my slick production into overdrive. The intoxicating scent of Henley’s and my mingled pleasure saturates the vehicle, but neither of us pay the other occupants any mind. We’re lost in each other, in the pleasure we’re wringing from the other, in the bond we’re preparing to forge.

Rapturous bliss suffuses me as the first pulse of my orgasm tears through my body, my pussy clenching and squeezing Henley’s cock, trying to draw him deeper inside until there’s no telling where either of us begin or end. Henley’s hands tighten over my hips, clamping down as he thrusts up with a bellow, the engorged bulge of his knot stretching my pussy as it demands entrance. I whine, suddenly unsure, the pressure edging toward pain.

“Omega, relax!” Henley barks, and my body instantly obeys. The moment my muscles slacken, Henley surges up in a final thrust, his knot pushing its way past the tight ring of muscle and seating itself inside my pussy. I feelso fucking full, and it’s glorious.

Another roar tears from Henley’s throat as his knot locks into place, and then there’s a pressure of a different kind. Hen’s teeth latch down on the fleshy part where my shoulder meets my neck, his bite hard and deep as his teeth break the skin. The pain of his bite is brief, swiftly turning to pleasure, sending another climax rocking through me. On its heels is a different sensation, reminiscent of one of Henley’s hugs. I’m enfolded in warmth, with joy, desire, and an abounding sense of a love so deep, so encompassing that it brings tears to my eyes.

It’s Henley.

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