Page 62 of These Bonds that Unite Us
Using my thumb, I rub shallow circles around her clit while two of my fingers slip into her core. The hot pulse of her walls around the digits nearly steals my breath. If she feels this good now, what would it feel like when she was shattering with me deep inside her?
I keep a steady rhythm, building her up slowly. A few strong orgasms will help ease the spike faster than multiple small ones. My mouth returns to her breasts, nipping and nuzzling the soft skin as I work her up.
I put more pressure on her clit when I start to feel her walls pulsing around my fingers. Her hands claw against my back, nails digging into my skin and pulling my hair. She grinds against my hand in time with each thrust of my fingers until she stiffens, her muscles locking seconds before she comes.
The sexiest moan spills from her lips and I can’t hold myself back from claiming them, taking the sound deep into my own lungs so this moment can live with me forever. “There you go,” I breathe against her lips. “Such a good Omega. Coming so pretty for your Beta. Can you give me another one with my fingers or do you need more?”
Her tongue darts across her lips like she’s drinking me in. Those frenzied eyes dart between my face and the hand I still have buried in her pussy. “More,” she finally pleads.
Pressing another kiss to her lips, I trail them down her body leaving little love bites on her skin. My teeth sink into her thigh hard enough to bruise, and my dick jerks in my jeans when I lick the flavor of her slick from my lips. She’s so sweet, a warm honey rather than the floral notes of her scent.
I pin her hips with one arm while I use the fingers of my other hand to spread her open. The prettiest pink pussy awaits me, clenching around nothing and silently begging me to sink myself so deep inside of her she’ll never be able to walk without thinking of me.
Ignoring my raging hard-on, I flatten my tongue and run it along her center, from ass to clit I catch as much of her juices as I can. Omen writhes beneath my arm, bucking her hips in short jerks as she tries to use my tongue to get herself off. If my girl wants to take control, I will gladly let her. I’m submissive by nature, so taking the lead is something I’ve always struggled with.
Wrapping both arms around her hips I flip us over so she’s on top. “Use me, starlight. Drown me in your slick.”
Her long hair tickles my thighs as she throws her head back and starts to grind against my tongue. She isn’t very patient, moving faster and faster chasing the pleasure her body needs. I reach one hand up to palm her swaying breasts, plucking at her nipple to heighten the sensations flowing through her.
When it’s clear she’s close but isn’t getting there fast enough, I slip my fingers down and sink them into her center. My tongue lashes her clit in furious passes until she’s moaning incoherently above me. Slick flows in tiny rivers down my wrist as she soaks me.
When she nearly collapses, I flip us to our sides. Using my cleaner hand, I reach over and press the back of my hand to her forehead. Thankfully, the worst of the heat spike seems to have passed. I hold her against me, pulling one of her thinner blankets over to prevent her temperature from dropping too quickly. I don’t want to risk her going into shock.
I’m not sure how long we lay there–long enough for my pants to dry–before she starts to stir. Bright, lucid green eyes blink at me, her brows furrowed.
“You had another heat spike,” I tell her solemnly. As much as I wish she had the chance to choose us without the pressure of a life-or-death situation on her hands, that isn’t a path I can offer her.
Her eyes fall to my bare chest, cataloging her nakedness and the scent of heat and arousal still heavy in the air. “You–” Her voice cracks, sore from breaking down before I found her. I’m careful not to jostle her as I reach for the bottle of water on her nightstand. She drinks half of it before she hands it back, a shy smile on her lips. “You helped me through it?”
“I did. I hope that’s okay.”
Omen nods slowly. “Thank you. For not leaving.”
My arms tighten around her, the guilt in my chest growing with the sincere gratitude in her voice. “Don’t thank me for that. You never should have had to experience this alone, not while we were available to help you.”
Shaky hands cover her face, hiding from me. “I want to believe you, but I–I just–”
A sob slips through her palms, slamming into my heart with the weight of a runaway train. I pull her back against me as she breaks down. The rampant emotions leftover from the heat spike and the deterioration in her body collide to create an overflow of emotions even she cannot control. Her body shakes as she cries, so I cling to her tighter.
Never again will she suffer alone. I’ll always be here to hold her. We all will.
Resting my cheek against the top of her head, I sing softly. The same songs I use when we soak in the tub upstairs. Lyrics meant to soothe the ache in her broken heart. It’s the only way I know to reach her. To help her understand how much I regret ever doubting her. To prove I’ve seen the error in my inaction and am determined to make up for it.
Slowly, her sobs turn to sniffles, and her shaking to trembles. “I’m–”
“No apologies,” I cut her off. “I haven’t proven it to you yet, but I will. I’m here, Omen. For now and forever. I’ll beyour harbor when you need to weather the storms our rejection caused.”
Studying me, she offers me a shaky smile. She’s pliant against me for several wonderful minutes before she starts to stretch out her limbs, straining to sit up. She winces, biting her lip to hold back a cry at the soreness in her body. I help steady her by supporting her back. Tears stream down her cheeks and her lungs heave by the time she’s upright.
“Starlight…”
“I’m terrified, Cal,” she whispers through a fresh wave of tears. “Of the damage being done to my body. What if the harm that’s been done leaves permanent effects? What if this state of fatigue and weakness is my new normal?”
Her head turns to face me, her expression so full of uncertainty it guts me all over again. “But I’m more afraid of my future with you and your pack. What happens the next time Nebula is reminded who my family is? Will he leave me again? Would the rest of you go with him? Is pain and rejection awaiting me the next time some part of my personality or past is too difficult for you to hear?”
“Oh, Omen.” Her stiff shoulders warn me against it, but I sit up and pull her into my lap anyway. I won’t let her sit beside me, drowning in uncertainty, when I can hold her against me and reassure her. “What happened before will never happen again, I swear it. We all know how badly we messed up. The damage we’ve done has been shown to us in detail over the past two months, and we hate ourselves for it. But we’re also determined to make it better. You’re ours, starlight, and we are yours. Endlessly for eternity.”
She still seems hesitant, and I understand why. We still have so much to prove to her. Unfortunately, the chemical rejection destroying her body isn’t giving us the time we need to fix things. Even with Nebula bonded to her, it isn’t stopping her decline.
