Page 54 of These Bonds that Unite Us
A dam breaks, deep within my soul, unleashing the instincts I’ve been trying to bury since the moment she darted into thetrees. Moral thought is suspended as my need to rut takes over. My omega is in need. Her body weeps for me, for my bite, my knot, and my cum. Really, there’s only one path to take, isn’t there? If I can save her, take her pain away not just from this heat spike but the rejection itself, why should I hold myself back?
Shoving my jeans down to my knees, my cock smacks against my stomach. The piercing in the tip is shiny with pre-cum, and I nearly lose my mind when Omen jolts forward to collect the drops with her tongue. She moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, her eyes rolling up into her skull. Fuck, this woman is dangerous. If her scent is hell on my senses during a spike, how potent will it be during her full heat?
“Fates dammit, Omen,” I growl. Burying a fist in her wet hair, I pull her away from my straining cock. “No. This is about you, not me. I’m going to make you feel good, not the other way around. Do you understand me, Omega?”
She pouts but nods, and fuck if I don’t want to bite that plush lip she has pushed out. “Good girl.”
Sitting back in the mud, I spread my thighs wide and pull her over to straddle me. She kicked her skirt off while we were still in the water, and apparently took her underwear with them. My fingers dance down her stomach and across her hip before dipping between her legs. It’s my turn to groan when I brush them against her clit and get the first feel for how soaked she is for me.
Another burst of her perfume fills the air. A warning growl rattles from my chest. Having her scent so clear in the air is not a good thing. “You smell like heaven, Omega, but we need to find a way to diminish your scent until help can arrive.”
Skating my fingers down the outer edges of her cunt, I circle her entrance gathering her slick before pushing two inside. “Sofucking tight, and wet. You’re soaked for your Alpha, aren’t you babygirl?”
“Alpha, please!’ her hips shift, pushing me deeper. I slip them out and add a third before pressing back in. She rides my fingers, chasing her pleasure. She’s fucking gorgeous with her head tossed back and her chest heaving, the outline of her floral tattoo evident beneath her soaked shirt.
Changing the angle of my fingers, I rub against the spot where my knot will expand. One, two thrusts are all it takes for her to explode. Slick gushes from her core, coating my hand clear down to my wrist. Her eyes start to slip closed, so I wrap my palm around her throat and lightly squeeze. “Eyes on me, Omega.”
Watching her shatter is a gift, one I nearly threw away when I let my anger toward her family overshadow the connection between us. Never again. This omega is mine, and it’s damn time she knew it.
Gripping her hip with one hand, I guide her down to my waiting cock. One aggravating inch at a time I slip inside of her, my grasp on her throat and hip stopping her from forcing me inside of her quicker. She’s trapped and at my mercy, and if the needy little whines slipping from her lips are any tell, she’s loving every fucking second of my control.
“So fucking tight and wet. My perfect Omega.” My teeth grind as I fight to maintain control, to not knot her as soon as I feel her tight walls gripping my cock. “Feeling you wrapped around me is a divine experience.”
Bottoming out, my knot brushes against her entrance and I’m lost. She squeaks when I flip her to her back, pounding into her. My grip on her throat tightens when she cries out, the sound carrying through the trees. No one gets to hear her pleasure, only me. She’s mine.
Each drag out of her sweet pussy sends spikes of euphoria up my spine. She’s a Fates-damned vision with her hair spread in the dirt and her pussy stretched around me. My knot is so swollen it fucking hurts each time it bumps against her, but I’ll take any amount of pain so long as she doesn’t have to suffer.
A keen slips through her lips, the sound too loud for the precarious situation we’re in. “You’re going to be quiet and take what your Alpha gives you,” I demand as I push into her harder.
It’s a race to oblivion now, she needs a release and I’m pretty sure I’ll die if I don’t feel my knot locked inside her sweet cunt. Her pussy locks down around me, slowing my movements with the intensity of her release. Part of me worries she’s going to rip my dick off with how tightly she’s gripping me, but the thought is overshadowed by the blinding need for release building in my balls.
“Good girl, squeezing your Alpha’s cock so tight. Fuck, you feel too good. I can’t–” I push forward, my knot slipping through her slick-soaked entrance to pop into place. It expands, making her back bow off the ground as she starts to come again. Her orgasm stretches on, the walls of her cunt pulsating around me and drawing my own orgasm to the surface.
I feel like a livewire as I come. The pressure of her grip is exquisite, an addicting blend of pleasure and pain. Letting out a low groan, I bury the sound against her neck and explode inside of her. Warmth coats her walls as my seed spills deep inside of her.
My teeth find her skin, sinking into the soft flesh until I taste her blood on my tongue. The silvery threads of her bond reach out, slowly twining with the golden strings of mine. Licking the taste of her from my lips, I slam my lips to hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth, needing this small moment of intimacy as the reality of what I’ve just done comes crashing in.
I bonded my omega without her permission.
Fuck, I’m a jackass.
My palm moves, slamming to the ground beside us so I can hold myself up. Omen is boneless beneath me, blinking like she is trying to shake the last of the fuzz from her mind, but a languid exhaustion has taken its place. My girl is worn out, rightfully so after the chaos of the past few hours.
“There you are,” I mumble. I can feel my cheeks turning pink as I stare down at her. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you?”
“No,” she croaks, “I’m–”
Someone shouts in the distance and we both curse. My knot is still locked deep inside of her, so we can’t run. I dig into my pants pocket, pulling out my phone only to find the waterlogged device nonfunctional. Omen’s phone is back in the car where she left it, so it isn’t much help to us now. She glances back at the river, and I follow her gaze wondering how long we would last in the cold water if we slipped back into the current. No, I shake my head, she’s already shivering. I can't put her back in the cold water.
“Omen! Nebula!” Titan’s deep voice rattles through the trees, sending waves of relief through both of us. Our stiff bodies relax knowing it is our pack coming to rescue us and not another threat.
I turn us to the side, my arms wrapping around her and pulling her against me when I feel her start to shiver harder. “Babygirl?” Her muscles spasm and her breaths come in short pants. Something is wrong.
My knot deflates enough for me to slip from her entrance, and I’m immediately on my feet, scooping her into my arms and darting into the trees toward the direction we heard my mates. “Titan!” I scream his name, hoping they can hear the urgency in my voice.
Glancing down, my fear becomes panic when I see her limp body and closed eyes. Fuck!
“You bonded her?!” Callisto hisses, his voice incredulous but quiet as we try not to wake our omega. She is passed out in the hospital bed across the room.
