Page 37 of Bound to the One-Night Stand

“You know nothing about her!” he screams, his eyes going black as a feral madness tinges his voice. “For two fucking years, she promised she’d let me fuck her once we were married. Two years I waited. And one ‘I do’ from you and she’s already spread her legs? Don’t I get a turn? I’m the one who waited.”

My insides twist and I step forward, pain, anger, and humiliation churning deep in my gut. However, Devin holds his arm out, preventing me from coming any closer. Turning, he gives a small shake to his head, the wicked wrench of his lips brooking no argument.

“She owes you nothing. Not her body, not her time, not her heart. Nothing. She set a boundary, and you agreed to it. You could have simply told her you didn’t want to wait. You could have pursued other omegas. But you didn’t. You lied and cheated. She deserves better than that. Better than you.”

“Oh, and I suppose you’re so much better? How many omegas have you fucked?”

“None. Not that my sex life is any of your business.”

“Please. You can’t stand here and tell me you’re a virgin,” he spits out, venom lacing his tone. “Perhaps I should still be her first. That way, she has someone who knows what they’re doing.”

Devin’s spine goes ramrod. “Trust me. I’m skilled enough to make my little bride scream to the heavens. I’m not a virgin, but she will be my first omega. I know better than to toy with someone belonging to a vulnerable dynamic, something you apparently know nothing about.”

My heart stills for a moment. I’d be his first? Just like he’d be my first. Somehow, it feels right. A tendril of arousal slithers up my spine as I rest my cheek against Devin’s back.

Honestly though, it wouldn’t matter to me even if I wasn’t his first. Just knowing he’s honest about everything is enough for me. Pulling back, I go to urge him away from my ex when Alec races forward.

Devin reaches behind and shoves me over before lowering down into a protective stance. I watch, dumbstruck, as the men wrestle about. Alec’s bride stands off to the side, her mouth ajar as she, too, takes in the scene.

Poor omega. Sliding over beside her, I take her hand in mine and give it a squeeze. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize he was like this.”

“Neither did I,” she murmured. “He was so sweet at first, so…”

“Attentive,” we say together.

Shaking my head, I watch as Alec tries to punch Devin, but my Alpha simply dances away, his movements controlled where my ex is erratic. Calm in every crisis, it seems. A small crowd gathers, but neither seems to take notice.

“She won’t be any good, anyway. Fuck her. See if I care. She’s nothing but a stuck-up little prude.”

At his vitriolic words, Devin balls his hand into a fist and slams it against Alec’s jaw. A sickening crack echoes through the air before Alec cries out and crumples to the ground. Government officials race in, pulling the two apart.

“No!” I cry out, running to Devin’s side. “He was protecting me.”

Alec’s bride shuffles forward, tears dotting her eyes. “He’s my newly appointed husband. What she says is true. He just… he became unhinged.”

“Bitch,” Alec stammers out, the word pained, slurred, and a bit muffled.

The officials scoop him off the ground before giving each of us a look. “This isn’t over. You will come to the station with us for an official report.”

“Anything you wish,” Devin nods. “We have nothing to hide.”

By the timewe get back to the resort, my body is stiff and sore. Glancing down at the time, I groan. Far too late for anything good. Instead of wanting a nice, long, luxuriating time with Devin, I just want to curl up in his arms and sleep.

He pulls me in for a hug, smirking as he holds me close. “Don’t worry, little newb. I won’t initiate you into my world tonight.”

As much as I wanted hot, decadent sex with the Alpha who stood up for me, rewarding both of us for the traumatic event we went through, I’m so grateful he feels the same way I do. The moment he opens the door, he scoops me into his arms and carries me over to the luxurious bathroom.

He sets me down on the lid of the toilet, leaving me there while he prepares the bath. We’re both silent as he turns on the faucet over the massive tub, allowing the sound of watersplashing to fill the silence. My mind grinds over and over, replaying the events of the day. Not all bad, but certainly soured by the last interaction.

Turning, he unbuttons his shirt with such slow, agonizing precision. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d get down on my hands and knees and beg him to take me then and there. Unfortunately, as much as I enjoy the show, I sway back and forth as fatigue hits me. It’s as if my body knows I’m finally safe and is determined to just let everything go.

“Whoa now,” he murmurs, dropping the shirt to the floor. “I know I’m hot, but I didn’t peg you as the type to faint at a set of chiseled abs.”

“Ha ha,” I tease back, stifling a yawn. “I’m sorry. I’m just-”

“Letting go. It’s okay. If anyone has earned it, it’s you. Now let’s get you naked.”

With a wink, he helps me up and quickly rids me of my clothes. He’s far faster at disrobing me than he was removing his own clothes. Standing there in just my bra and underwear, I shiver, finally feeling a touch self-conscious.

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