Page 45 of Cause Of Death

The pressure of Adam’s knot on my prostate turns me into a writhing, gibbering mess, my body bucking and convulsing with each throb as he unleashes his own climax, the heat of his cum unable to escape past the swollen knot blocking the exit.

My instincts refuse to settle because something iswrong, something ismissing, and I whine and pout in agitation, desperate to rectify the situation. I paw and claw at Adam’s shoulders, unable to communicate with any form of coherence, but knowing that there is more that needs to happen.

Thankfully, Adam seems to have developed a form of telepathy in the hours we’ve been parted, because he hauls me into him, pressing our torsos as close as possible. My spent cock is trapped between us, the friction caused by our heavy breathing enough to have it rallying for another round.

A large hand roughly tugs at my hair, pulling my head back and to one side, exposing my throat to the alpha whose knot is still buried in my ass, spurting out the last of his orgasm. Pressure, then pain trails molten fingertips down my throat, swiftly followed by a soothing avalanche of joy, love, and pride. A bitter pinch of guilt and sorrow threatens to taint the happiness suffusing me, but all it does is provide me with clarity.

Adam justfuckedme.

Adam justknottedme.

Adam justbitme.

I don’t care that I was only semi-coherent while losing my virginity. I don’t give a flyingfuckthat my first time,ourfirsttime, was in what I can now see is the back of the pack’s SUV, with Henley and Disa fucking on the seat next to us while the others are stuck watching and listening to live omega porn. I could not care less that it wasn’t all romantic hearts and flowers and soft candlelight. In fact, I’m over the moon at how raw, primal, and uncontrolled we both were. That we were so desperate for each other that we couldn’t wait, wouldn’t wait, to finally bond with each other.

Adam ismine, and I’m his, and it’s forever. There’s no take-backs, no returns, no refunds. Anddefinitelyno regrets.

Surprisingly enough,once Adam and I come down from the high of our mating, we aren’t that far from the house in Redding. Disa is on the seat between Henley and Adam, her clothing set to rights as she snuggles into Henley’s side. I’m still naked on Adam’s lap, his cock still lodged in my ass. This is due to his knot being unable to deflate because every time I squirm or squeeze around him, it sends his lust skyrocketing, and then he’s thrusting up into my grasping, demanding hole once more.

It’s a vicious cycle, and I will deny any and all accusations that I’m deliberately milking my alpha’s cock so he doesn’t stop fucking me.

After a twenty-seven-year drought, Ireallycan’t be blamed for being one thirsty, dehydrated bitch.

Thankfully, Steve provides Adam and me with a blanket so we’re not just riding around, exposed, for all and sundry to see. We’re not a pay-per-view special, for fuck’s sake.

Leslie turns the SUV into the drive and around to the side of the house, pulling up in front of the battered garage door.Without a word, the delta exits the car, Kimberly swift on their heels.

“You guys stay here in the car for a moment. Leslie, Kimmy, and me, we need to get this guy situated, then we’ll come back with blankets for y’all. Adam, you need to pull your dick out, literally.” Steve rumbles to the rest of us, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at a man bound and gagged on the floor as he leaps down from the back of the vehicle.

As the trio maneuvers the alpha out of the car, their movements dislodge the blindfold covering the upper portion of the strange alpha’s face. He struggles as he jerks awake, and muddy brown eyes glare up at me with a hatred of a thousand suns. My blood freezes to ice in my veins as recognition blasts through me.

What the FUCK is HE doing here? HOW did he get mixed up in all of this?

“Don’t look at him,” Adam snarls, the hand fisted in my hair jerking my gaze away from the trussed-up alpha. Furious gray eyes stare into my gold ones, fear and fury bleeding together to create a swirling vortex of emotion in the stormy orbs.

“Adam,” I croon softly, trying to ease my alpha’s ire while still impaled on his enormous cock, “what is Tomas Biggs doing tied up in the back of the car we just fucked in? He’s thelastperson I want witnessing such an experience.”

“How do you know this guy, Adam? Kieran? We know he came to Reno at the invitation of Pyotr, to participate in the abuse and exploitation of Kieran during his heat. But what’s so special about him?” Henley’s questions, while softly spoken, carry an undertone of authority that can’t be ignored. While not an alpha bark, it still has me rushing to obey and avoid disappointing my pack alpha’s request.

“His name is Tomas Biggs. I haven’t seen him in over a decade, not since he had me pinned to the floor by my throat,pants around his ankles as he tried to pry my legs open.” I blurt out, then wince at the twin growls splitting the air. My flinch—and Adam’s fury—are enough to dislodge my alpha’s knot, and I wince at the sensation of Adam’s cum leaking from my ass and down my inner thighs.

“This is him, isn’t it? The head of security who ‘disappeared’ right after your first heat? I often wondered what happened to him, I honestly thought your father had made him into bait for some of those deep-water fishing expeditions.” Disa muses, then lifts her hand to Adam’s face. She strokes her palm along his jaw, her voice a throaty purr as she promises, “Don’t worry, Adam. I won’t steal your kill. As Kieran’s alpha, he’s yours to end, although if you want my help in dispatching him, I’m only too happy to offer my services.”

Something in Disa’s purr has my heat—which has somewhat lessened in intensity while I’ve been milking Adam’s knot—roaring back to the surface. I groan as my skin warms, perspiration dotting my flesh as a new wave of need smashes through me with all the subtlety and delicacy of a cat doing the two AM zoomies. With a friend.

“Nope, you’re not going to spend your entire heat inside the fucking car. Out you come, you can present to your alpha once we’ve checked your injuries and gotten some food and water into you both. You can’t keep fucking and cumming if you’re dehydrated.”

Leslie’s bossy tones are crystal clear in my ear as they open the back door and are quickly followed by Steve’s arms gently pulling me outside. The world spins around me as Steve tucks me against his chest and speed-walks into the house, taking me back inside to the master suite. As we move through each space, there’s no sign of Pyotr, Greg, or Jerry’s presence, nor of the others who had crashed their way into the house to get to me. Leslie’s friends must have already been through and cleaned up,as even the smashed connecting door has been replaced. The only real sign of damage is the garage door, and I guess that’s because it’s a larger repair job than repairing an interior door.

The door to the master suite is open, soft light flooding through the doorway and lighting our path. Kimberly is inside with Henley’s personal hospital-in-a-box, and I can hear water running in the attached bathroom.

Steve finally sets me on my feet, his hands hovering over me as I wobble a little before catching my balance. Kimberly beckons me to her, and I totter over on slightly unsteady feet. She takes her time examining all of the cuts, scrapes, and bruises I’ve sustained over the last couple of days, fussing over the messy incision on my back that someone had glued together. Eventually, she proves satisfied with the patch-up job, and passes me back into Steve’s capable hands.

He herds me into the bathroom, the air hazy with steam from the shower, watching over me with a careful eye.

“Do you want a hand, Kieran? If you don’t want me in here with you, I can get someone else, or we can wait for Adam. He should only be another couple of minutes or so. I know that Leslie and Henley want to talk to him about the alpha we caught, before they interrogate the guy.”

I pause to mull over Steve’s words. Everything I’ve ever learned about alphas and omegas—which granted, isn’t as much as other omegas would know thanks to my isolation—has led me to believe that alphas are very territorial over their omegas, omegas are extremely possessive over their alphas, and betas only get a chance with either of them when the other designation is toeing the edge of exhaustion.

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