Page 31 of Tied in Knots
I came off the rut suppressants a few days ago. I was warned to not take them for longer than three months at a time. It stopped the recent rut, so that was enough for now. Coming off them cold turkey was not advised, but I cut the cord and now I feel like hell. At least I don’t ever have to go back on them. We’ve found Faith and everything will fall into place now. My eyes are bloodshot, and my head is banging. Turning to the shower, I strip off and step inside, blasting the frigid water onto my feverish skin, cooling it down instantly. It eases my head, but my bones start to ache with the icy cold water.
With a sigh, I turn the temperature up moderately and stand there, letting the lukewarm water cascade down over my head and body. Closing my eyes, I lean my hands on the cool tile in front of me.
I feel the stirring deep inside me before it goes to my cock.
Faith.
She is here.
She is ours.
She is so precious, so beautiful, I just want to hold her close and kiss her before I tie her up and smack her arse until she squeals.
I groan as my dick goes stiff. I haven’t had a sexual release in months and it’s killing me. Her pheromones are all around, zinging off my senses and I need to dosomethingto relieve the tension.
With a grimace, I grip my cock in my fist and tug gently. The ripple of the hardening tissue against my palm feels so good. Still leaning with one hand on the tile, I jerk off, slowly, enticingly, closing my eyes and imagining it is Faith’s small hand wrapped around me.
“Faith,” I murmur. “Oh, yes, Faith.”
I can feel the pleasure building up quickly now. Picturing her blue eyes, filled with a raw lust as she opens up her mouth to lick my dick and twist her tongue around it, I pump harder. Faster. My breathing speeds up, my heart hammers in my chest.
“I’m coming…oh fuck, Faith, I’m coming,” I whisper.
At the precise second that my cum shoots out of my cock, the door to the bathroom is flung open and Sebastian marches in.
“Ben!” he yells. “For fuck’s sake, where are you?”
I muffle my groan by biting my lip, and when I’m done with my climax, I snap, “Having a fucking shower, you prick. Fuck off.”
“We need you downstairs,” he snaps back, ignoring me. “We have a visitor.”
Fully alert now, I slide the door across with a frown. “Who?”
“Some arsehole who climbed over the gate. Now, please.”
“Yeah,” I mutter and turn the water off.
“Are you wanking in there?”
“Get fucked,” I retort, not copping to the fact that I’ve been caught with my dick in my hand. No way. I would never live it down.
“Whatever. Hurry the fuck up.” Sebastian has already gone by the time I step out of the shower, so I grab a towel and dry off with haste. I choose my clothes carefully but quickly. Black combat pants and a tight black shirt. White will show blood stains, and be a pain for the maid to get out. I get why Sebastian is so anxious for me to join him. I’m the enforcer of this pack. Anyone who comes within a fifty-foot radius, trying to cause trouble gets their arses kicked by me. I enjoy this role. It thrills my darkened soul on a level that is hard to explain. The mood I’m in right now, whoever has dared to cross over into our territory uninvited is going to seriously regret being born. Especially with Faith in the house. My protective side has just inflated a hundredfold, and I will murder anyone who tries to set foot anywhere near her.
Shoving my boots on, I pick up my pace and take the stairs quickly, striding across the entrance hall where Sebastian and Xander are assembled, the former keeping the latter on a tight leash with great difficulty as Harvey barricades the doorway with his enormous Celtic body.
“I know she’s in there! Faith! Faith!” the intruder yells, trying to duck around Harvey.
“About time,” Harvey says to me, annoyed. “You know I prefer not to smash faces in unless I have to.”
“Step back, Scottie, Daddy’s got this,” I inform him with an arrogant smirk, which makes him laugh despite the severity of this situation.
The second Harvey removes his bulk from the doorway, the intruder tries to rush forward, but he hits a wall of solid alpha in the form of me. I place my hand on his chest and shove him backwards, making him stumble and fall on his arse.
I glare down at him. He’s got light blonde hair and blue eyes, the same shade as Faith’s. I narrow my eyes and cross my arms over my chest as he scrambles to his feet.
“I want to see Faith,” he says, waving his phone at me. “I know she’s here; I tracked her phone.”
“Not a chance,” I state.
