Page 91 of These Bonds that Unite Us
Benjamin just laughs, turning the barrel my way. “Your barks won’t work either, assholes. I’ve spent the last hour dosing your house with a drug to render them useless.”
“I don’t need a bark to stop you, motherfucker,” I growl, diving toward him. He fires the gun, but his aim is abysmal and the shot goes wide, hitting the wall beside the living room television.
This asshole dodges me, dropping the gun in his haste to evade my weight crashing into him. His eyes flare, lips twisting as he bares his teeth. The move shifts his black long-sleeved shirt, revealing the faint scar on his throat. My sister’s bite mark. The sight of it snaps the grip I have over my anger. I lunge again, catching him by surprise with how quickly I recovered from his escape.
We slam to the floor, and I’m on him before he can reorient himself. My fist slams into his face, his shoulder, his kidneys. Anywhere I can hit that will hurt for days. I want him pissing blood and shitting water from how fucked up his body is.
Titan pulls me off after several minutes, stopping me from killing the weak, bloody alpha. I shake out my fists, ignoring my split knuckles. Beating the shit out of Ben doesn’t bring my sister back, but it sure as hell feels good.
I kick his legs to the side and lean down, making sure he can see my face. “That’s for my sister, jackass. You never deserved an omega, let alone Liz.”
Ben’s eyes widen slightly when I say her name, but he quickly curls his lips in disgust.
Sirens cut through the air as the police arrive. It’s chaos as both local and federal agents descend on the house. Ben and his team are quickly rounded up and taken into custody, while emergency staff takes care of our security team.
“Thank you,” I manage to bite out when their leader limps into the room. I’ll make sure they all get a nice bonus for dealing with this shit tonight.
After giving statements and sending the detectives our security footage, they clear out of the house. It’s a disaster. Bloodand broken glass coat the floor. Cold night air whips through the missing glass in the door.
Titan must have sensed the direction of my thoughts because he disappears only to return a few moments later with an old piece of plywood and a drill. We hang it over the opening to prevent any nocturnal critters from making their way inside.
“We can deal with all of this tomorrow,” he tells me. “Let’s go patch up your hands and climb back into bed with our girl. Seems like you owe her an orgasm or two.”
“More like a hundred,” I huff, following as he heads to the upstairs bathroom.
We manually reset the alarms for the house, also releasing the lockdown on the nest at the same time. The door bursts open as soon as the shutters are clear, a flurry of bitter sunflower and honeysuckle colliding with us both as Omen throws herself into my arms. I hold her close, dropping my nose to her throat to soak in some of her comfort.
“He’s in police custody.”
She relaxes with my whispered words, a soft purr rattling in her chest. We sit on the edge of the pack bed while Titan cleans my split knuckles. Omen’s lips purse when she sees the damage, but I cut off any complaint with a kiss. What happened between me and her brother was long overdue.
Most importantly, it’s over now and she’s safe. We’re all safe.
The minute Titan gives me the all-clear, I have my hands tucked under her ass and the nest door open. She perfumes when I toss her onto the bed, a pleased sigh escaping her parted lips when I use one hand to rip my shirt up over my head.
“Strip, Omega, or I’ll rip your clothes off.”
She scrambles to comply, tossing her nightgown aside. Her pretty breasts bounce with her frenzied motions, nipples hardening from the chilled air. I leap, tackling her to the bed and wrapping my lips around one. She yelps, but the sound morphsinto a moan as I suck her skin into my mouth, tongue lashing over the peaked tip.
“Fuck, this is hot!” Nexus groans from somewhere off the side.
I can’t focus on my other mates right now, not when I can smell the slick coating my omega’s thighs. I need her. Need to feel my knot buried inside of her while I remind her she’s mine, that I choose her even knowing she’s related to the bastard whose ass I just kicked.
Fisting the material of her underwear, I pull hard, listening as the threads tear until they fall away from her skin. Soft, wet, pink skin is bared to me. So damn perfect. I need to taste her, to drench myself in her scent so no one will ever question who owns my soul.
Flattening my tongue, I run it from her ass to her clit, carefully skating her hard nub. Two fingers spread her lips, letting me watch her entrance as it clenches around air, so empty, so ready to be filled.
But I want my girl begging, so worked up all she can think about is taking me deep inside her sweet little pussy. Over and over again. I need my girl to break so I can put her back together again, and I think she needs that too.
Slipping my tongue inside of her, I lap up her floral, honeyed slick. Shit, she tastes phenomenal. Her thighs tense around my head, trying to hold me to her. I wedge my shoulders between them, wrapping one arm around her hip to force her to stay spread open for me. I devour her, licking, nipping, and sucking.
Pressing two fingers to her center, I fuck her with them, rapidly building her pleasure, but I stop when she starts to flutter around me.
“No,” she whines. “Don’t stop.”
“Hush, Omega.” I nip her thigh. “You’ll come when I give you permission and not a second sooner.”
Diving in, I repeat the process. Again and again, I bring her to the edge, never letting her fall over that precipice. Tears leak from her eyes, hands clawing at the sheets as she pleads for release. The bed is soaked in her slick and sweat. She’s so wet and hot around me. I can’t wait to feel her wrapped around my cock.
