Page 44 of These Bonds that Unite Us
The right side of his mouth turns up in a half smile. I can’t resist pressing my lips to his for a short, sweet kiss that quickly turns dirty. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, his body backing me against the counter as he loses himself in me.
My cock jerks in my jeans, impossibly hard and leaking pre-cum across my thigh. It’s been so long since I’ve felt up to being touched or touching one of them, not since–my thoughts grind to a halt, and guilt douses the burning flame of my desire.
“Shhh, don’t think,” Nebula whispers against my lips. His hand slips between us, gripping me hard enough to tear a needy moan from my lungs. “Just feel.”
Scrambling to grip the counter, my head connects with the mirror behind me as he tugs my jeans open and pushes them down my hips, taking my boxers with them. I nearly fall to the floor when his tongue darts out to swipe the pre-cum from my tip. “Fuck.”
“Mmmm, you taste so fucking good, baby,” he groans. The sound of his knees hitting the floor is loud in the quiet room, and the sight of him kneeling before me nearly has me exploding.
One large palm squeezes my knot, holding me steady as I slip into his mouth. The warm, wet heat wrapped around me has my eyes rolling up into my skull. My hips jerk involuntarily, making Nebula gag. He doesn’t stop me from sinking further, slowly entering his throat.
“Damn, Nebula, you look so good swallowing my cock.”
He narrows his eyes up at me, a silent threat warning me to watch my bratty mouth. I don’t bother hiding the grin that spreads across my lips as I take a handful of his short hair and start to thrust myself between his lips. He hollows his cheeks, pulsing his hand in time with my thrusts to tease my rapidly expanding knot. I’m not going to last much longer.
“Alpha,” I whine. I’m so close, my orgasm is right there but I need more.
Nebula grips my thighs and lifts them over his shoulders, forcing me to slide down the counter until my ass is hanging over the edge. The change in angle allows him to swallow me deeper, and when he presses two fingers into my ass I shatter. Breaking into a million pieces as waves of pleasure blast their way through my body, reforging me until I’m able to regain control of my instinctive desire to bite, to claim.
“That’s it,” Nebula growls, popping off of my length and using his hand to help me ride out the rest of my release. “Drown your Alpha in your cum. Smother me in your scent and claim me all over again.”
My lungs heave as he pulls his fingers out and helps slide me back onto the counter. I slam my lips to his when he leans in close, pushing my tongue into his mouth and whimpering at the taste of me lingering in his mouth.
“Thank you,” I pant, watching through sleep-heavy eyes as he washes his hands.
Nebula offers me a boyish smile, his midnight blue eyes sparkling with love. “I’ve got you, baby, always. Let’s go check in with the others before Omen’s sister gets here.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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Pain skitters up my legs as I force myself to climb out of bed and leave the guest room. Contact with the guys seems to help, but only when we are still pressed against each other. After revealing the partial bondmark and Doctor Russell’s diagnosis last night, I had spent the evening locked in the guest room and moping.
It’s nearly noon now, and my stomach is protesting my decision to skip both dinner last night and breakfast this morning.
I’ve barely made it to the door when the warm scent of smoked vanilla and tobacco fills the hallway. Glancing up my eyes lock onto Nebula where he stands frozen outside of the doorway.
“Hey, little omega.”
“Hi,” I stammer, turning my head down so my hair falls over my face. Nebula is the member of Primordial Covenant who scares me the most. I don’t have any idea what is going on inhis mind. My brother is the alpha who rejected his sister and led to her death. Does he still blame me for Ben’s actions? For not stopping my brother from following in my father’s footsteps and living a life of anti-designation brainwashing?
His hatred of my family worries me. The thought he could reject me again resurfaces each and every time some part of my family is mentioned. Is it the same for him? Does every reminder of who I am cut deep into his heart and make him hate me a little more?
“We have a surprise for you if you’d like to come out to the back deck with me.” His voice is rough and filled with what sounds like regret, but I’m sure I’m imagining things. He made his choice the moment he knew my birth name. The guilt he feels over the abuse I’ve suffered is the only tie keeping him here with me.
I follow behind him, taking slow, measured steps to try to hide how weak I’m feeling. When he stops, his fists clenching and unclenching at his side, I realize I must not have been successful.
“I’m sorry–”
“Can I–”
We both speak at the same time. My mouth snaps shut, my eyes on the floor as another tense silence fills the air.
Strong fingers tilt my chin up and I’m forced to stare into his ocean blue eyes, so dark they seem to fade to black the closer they get to his pupil. “You never owe me another apology, Omen. You did nothing to require an apology to begin with. I’m the one who will spend an eternity on my knees begging for your forgiveness.”
Those piercing eyes flicker between my own before darting down to my lips. I can’t move, can’t breathe. Part of me wants him to slam his lips to mine and steal my pain, but a small pieceof my mind continues to whisper promises of abandonment and rejection.
He must see the uncertainty in my eyes as he drops my chin and takes a step back. “I’m going to carry you the rest of the way,” he tells me before he scoops me into his arms. I squeak in surprise, clinging to his neck as my heart races inside my chest.
