Page 15 of Instant Bond

The sheer relief that he’d reacted like this bloomed inside me, pushing out all the worries and anxiety I’d had. Karter’s words were sweeter and more genuine than I’d ever heard fromanyone, let alone an alpha. I wasn’t sure if it was from my heat, or because he was accepting the thing I’d been so terrified to tell him, but yearning for him overwhelmed me, leading me to grip his face with my hands, crushing our mouths together.

If he was surprised by my sudden kiss, he didn’t show it. The rest of the world seemed to fade out, and all of my focus zeroed in on this one man, and how our bodies were pressed together. I didn’t want anything separating us. He swallowed my whimpers for a bit, keeping me stuck to the wall as I clung around his neck and waist.

When his amazing mouth shifted from mine to cruise along my jaw and settle on my sensitive neck, where my pheromone glands were, I shivered. His tongue laved the skin there, pulling gasps and moans from me that I couldn’t hold in. When he opened his mouth to press his teeth against me, my heart pounded in my chest like an earthquake. If he bit me there, hard enough to break the skin and inject his DNA into me, it would alter the chemistry in my body. We would be bonded, and other alphas wouldn’t be able to scent me anymore, ever. But even Karter Morrison wasn’t crazy enough to do that, was he?

“Where should I take you?” He murmured, pulling back from my neck. Relief flooded through me, as well as… Disappointment? Had I actually wanted him to bite me? It was my heat. Definitely just my heat making me temporarily certifiably insane.

“The couch.”

He made quick work of tossing the back cushions aside before gently laying me down and taking off his clothes. He hadn’t been exaggerating about making it quick, either. When he shrugged off the shirt he’d unbuttoned, exposing his muscular chest and chiseled stomach, I couldn’t hold back from dipping my hand under my pajama bottoms and stroking myself ina desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure pulsing through me.

His eyes locked to where my hand had disappeared to, and he let out a low growl as his pants and boxer briefs dropped to the ground. He was already fully hard, the thick flesh standing up straight. I shuddered, my hole twitching as I imagined how it would feel to be fucked by someone like Karter Morrison.

“Starting without me, Cameron?” He murmured to me as he lowered himself down onto the couch. I lifted my hips as he hooked under the waistband of my pajamas, finally peeling them off.

My cheeks heated up as he stared down at the skimpy lace panties I’d put on right before he’d arrived. I’d planned on trying to seduce him if he turned me down, and I thought they would help. Turns out I hadn’t needed them. But seeing the lustful look in his eyes was totally worth it, anyway.

“You said you wanted to see me in them,” I said, wiggling a bit in anticipation as he tore his gaze back up to my face. I was pretty sure the idea behind the design was to look innocent and angelic and my leaking cock sticking up past the hem was kind of killing that concept, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“And you’re just so accommodating.”

He’d said it off-handedly, mostly meant as a joke, but the observation made me practically purr inside. It was supposedly a natural part of my genetic makeup, this biological need to submit and serve and please my alpha, but I’d never experienced it until Karter.

He spread my legs a little wider so he could settle between them before kissing and nibbling up my thighs. When his lips moved on to licking and suckling me through the textured lace pattern, I could only moan and thread my fingers through his hair. The wet heat of his mouth engulfed me without warning,his tongue pressing into all the best spots as he moved up and down.

I tried not to be embarrassed that I could already feel an orgasm building up and we’d barely started, but that wasn’t exactly my fault. Being in heat made me super sensitive.

“I’m going to come,” I managed to whimper out just as I felt my groin tighten. It felt so good after so much desperation that my mind pretty much blanked while it was happening. By the time I was back into full awareness, I was being flipped over onto my stomach with my face smashed into the cushions.

“Karter?”

“Your couch is too small for me,” he explained, close to my ear. “It’ll be easier like this.”

I instinctively raised up to my knees, keeping my head down and my back arched. Basically presenting myself to him. When he slipped the frilly underwear down to expose my ass, I could only squeeze my eyes closed and try not to feel embarrassed. He didn’t fully remove them, only pulled them down my legs, kind of locking my thighs together.

“Perfect little omega. You’re so ready for me.” His words once again thrilled me, sending a shiver of pride coursing through my form. I knew I was soaking wet. I could feel slick practically dripping down my thighs. “You’re on birth control, right?”

Shit. I knew my heat-addled brain was forgetting something. Something super important.

“Um, no.” The words were practically painful to admit. Anything that was going to prevent his cock from being in me was my immediate enemy. “I don’t really do this a lot, so…” I didn’t really do thisever. Not since having Ty, anyway. And honestly, six years of celibacy, seven if you count the pregnancy, hadn’t been that bad. Until Karter Morrison had charged into my life and gotten me all worked up. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, sweet boy.”

I felt the warmth of his body leave me, and strained my neck to look behind me to see what was going on. After fishing around for his wallet, he pulled out a foil wrapper. He ripped it open and rolled it down onto his thick shaft. Thank every god in every religion he’d had that.

His large hands gripped me, opening me, before two of his fingers slipped inside. It wasn’t anywhere near enough, but the way he stroked my inner walls was good enough to make me quiver.

“You don’t need me to stretch you,” he observed, sounding kind of amused. Like he was teasing me. “Were you playing with yourself today, Cameron?”

“I was thinking about you when I did it,” I said. I don’t know what possessed me to admit anything so incredibly humiliating, but he seemed happy about it.

“What were you imagining?” He asked. I felt the cushions sag and shift as he settled his body behind me. Finally.

“I was imagining you… taking care of me.” It wasn’t an exact description of the lewd fantasies I’d been having, but it was kind of an all-encompassing term.

“You want me to take care of you like this?” He questioned, just as I felt the broad head of his cock press against my slicked hole. He rubbed it over me, teasingly. I clenched, my dick pulsing with need.

“Yes, please. Please. Just like this.”

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