Page 46 of Bonds of Hate

The heat of his body burns through the fabric of my robe, like I’ve pressed myself up against a furnace. “I wasn’t told that I couldn’t explore.”

He makes a chiding sound in the back of his throat. “You also weren’t told that you could, darling.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do the wrong thing.”

“Apologies are a very good start.” He presses closer, resting more of his weight against me until my poor spine screams in protest. “But there really is only one way to correct bad behavior. Naughty Omegas get punished.”

His scent grows stronger as his face comes close enough to hover less than an inch away from mine. When he exhales, I have no choice but to breathe in the same air. It’s enough to make my head spin.

“Please, don’t…”

Just like Poe, I think with a sinking heart. Their effect on me hasn’t diminished with time. I hate that I can’t stop my body’s reaction to them any better than I could a year ago.

Even more, I hate that it’s only been a day and I’m already begging for mercy.

He nuzzles against the side of my neck. When his lips brush against the scent gland at the bend of my neck, a spark of electricity shoots down my spine. No Alpha has ever touched me there before.

And no one has ever been gentle

A single tear slides down the curve of my cheek. He licks it away with a satisfied growl.

“You taste even better than you smell. How is that possible?” His voice rumbles against my chest as pushes closer. “Logan says we can’t fuck you until he gives the word. That narrows my options a bit as far as punishments go.”

Any more weight and the wood edge poking my back might do actual damage. “Is paralyzing me from the waist down going to be punishment enough?”

“There’s that fire I was missing.”

His hand pushes under my back to cushion the base of my spine where it presses against the stair edge.

Relief is immediate. Until he yanks my lower body up with a jerk of his hand and forces his hips between the cradle of my thighs, pressing the bulge barely contained by his sweatpants against my shamelessly damp center.

He grinds against me hard enough that it borders on painful. From this angle, I can’t see any of him below thewaist, but the hardness pressing into me feels impossibly large. My frantic mind is imagining something the general size and shape of a baseball bat.

I know the fear is making me exaggerate, but not by nearly enough.

“What to do with you? I honestly can’t decide.” His hand slides up to grip my throat, not hard enough to choke but with firm enough pressure that my anxiety ratchets up another notch. “I still think about how you looked with those pretty lips wrapped around Logan’s cock. I’ve jerked off to that memory at least a hundred times in the last year.”

I blink up at him, practically biting my tongue to avoid saying the wrong thing. I can’t decide if I should even try to beg him not to do it, when he might then agree just to settle on something worse.

His thumb brushes my lower lip without releasing his grip on my throat. “Maybe I should see how much of my knot you can take down your throat before my cum shoots out of your nose.”

The world spins on its axis as he yanks me up as easily as a ragdoll. I have a terrifying moment where I think that I’m going to puke all over him. That would definitely make the punishment he is planning even worse.

He sets me down more gently than I expect. My knees hit the ground, but he holds enough of my weight that it doesn’t hurt, only releasing me when I’m on the ground.

I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself as his hand slides to the back of my neck. My pulse hammers against his fingertips as the roughness of his palm settles in the mass of my hair and urges me forward.

“Open wide, princess.”

My eyes squeeze shut as I hear the slide of fabric and feel the blast of heat radiating off his skin.

A loud rumble fills the silence between us. At first I think it’s him growling, but then I realize the sound is coming from my own traitorous stomach. Heat floods my cheeks as the embarrassing noise echoes through the quiet room.

The aggressive Alpha energy dissipates like a splash of cold water.

His grip on me loosens. “What was that?”

“Nothing.” I try to look away, but he cups my chin, forcing my head back untilI meet his gaze. Those intense green eyes bore into mine, making me feel exposed and vulnerable.

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